SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 223 The Phoenix Grid control center erupted into chaos at 3:47 AM when every screen in the facility turned bright red and began flashing warning messages. Hannah Zhao sat at her workstation, watching months of careful engineering work being attacked by malicious code that spread through the system like wildfire.

"Full system intrusion detected," she announced, her voice steady despite the panic rising in her chest. "Someone's released a virus into the Phoenix Grid's core network." Alarms blared throughout Kane Industries as automated safety protocols kicked in, isolating infected sections of the power grid to prevent cascading failures across the city. The emergency lighting cast eerie shadows across the control room where Hannah's team scrambled to contain damage that could affect millions of people. Stefan burst through the control room doors, still wearing yesterday's clothes after spending the night monitoring James's movements. "How bad is it?" "Bad," Hannah replied, her fingers flying across multiple keyboards as she fought the digital invasion. "The virus is targeting our backup systems, trying to cause complete grid failure during peak morning usage." On the main display screen, a map of Manhattan showed sections of the Phoenix Grid going dark one by one. Red warning indicators spread across the boroughs like blood poisoning, each failure representing thousands of homes and businesses that would lose power if Hannah couldn't stop the attack.

"This is James," Stefan said grimly, pulling up a chair beside Hannah's workstation. "He's escalating to infrastructure attacks." Hannah nodded without taking her eyes off the scrolling code. "The virus is sophisticated, military-grade. But whoever designed it made one mistake - they assumed our security architecture followed standard protocols." "What does that mean?" "It means I designed the Phoenix Grid's security system myself, using non- standard encryption and isolation protocols that most hackers wouldn't expect." Hannah's voice carried fierce determination as she initiated countermeasures. "The virus can't spread as fast as it was designed to because it keeps hitting barriers that shouldn't exist." Stefan watched Hannah work with something approaching awe. Her hands moved across the keyboards like a pianist performing a complex symphony, each keystroke deliberate and precise. The stress of fighting a cyberattack that could cripple the city's power infrastructure showed in the tight line of her shoulders, but her focus never wavered.

"How can I help?" Stefan asked.

"Monitor the communication channels. If James is watching this attack in real time, he might try to communicate with his virus or send additional instructions." Hannah gestured toward a secondary workstation. "And Stefan? Stay close. I might need someone to physically disconnect systems if the virus tries to jump to our backup generators." As Stefan settled at the monitoring station, he felt the weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders. Hannah was fighting to save the city's power grid, and he was the only person here who could support her efforts. The woman he was falling in love with was engaged in digital warfare against a man who had already proven willing to kill anyone who stood in his way.

Across the city, Camille's phone buzzed with emergency alerts as she sat in the Kane Industries crisis management center. Alexander stood beside her, both of them watching news reports of rolling blackouts affecting downtown Manhattan. "The Phoenix Grid is under attack," Camille said, reading updates from Hannah's team. "James released a virus designed to cause complete system failure." Alexander felt rage burning in his chest as he realized the scope of James's escalation. "He's not just targeting us anymore. He's willing to leave millions of people without power to satisfy his need for revenge." "We need to coordinate the corporate response," Camille said, already reaching for the phone to contact their legal team. "If the Phoenix Grid fails, Kane Industries will face lawsuits, regulatory investigations, criminal charges for negligence." Alexander moved to the second phone line, his business instincts taking over despite his emotional turmoil. "I'll handle media relations. We need to get ahead of this story before James can control the narrative." As they worked side by side, fielding calls from investors, regulators, and news outlets, Camille felt something familiar settling between them. The easy partnership they had once shared, the way they could anticipate each other's needs and complement each other's strengths.

"Channel Seven wants a statement about system security," Alexander said, covering the phone receiver. "What should I tell them?" "That Kane Industries designed the Phoenix Grid with multiple redundancy systems specifically to prevent attacks like this," Camille replied without looking up from her own call. "That our engineering team is actively containing the threat and expect full system restoration within hours." Alexander nodded and returned to his conversation, impressed by Camille's quick thinking under pressure. This was the woman he had fallen in love with - brilliant, decisive, unshakeable in a crisis. Working with her now reminded him why he had been so attracted to her intelligence and strength.

Back in the control room, Hannah's battle against the virus intensified as the malicious code adapted to her countermeasures. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she rewrote security protocols in real time, building digital walls faster than the virus could tear them down.

"It's learning," she muttered, watching the virus probe for new vulnerabilities. "The code is modifying itself based on our defensive responses." Stefan looked up from his monitoring station. "Can you stop it?" "I'm trying. But Stefan, if this virus was designed by someone with military-level resources, it might have capabilities I haven't discovered yet." Hannah's voice carried strain as she fought to stay ahead of the attack. "We might need to consider shutting down the entire Phoenix Grid to prevent citywide power failure." "That would mean admitting defeat to James." "That would mean protecting innocent people from the consequences of his revenge." Hannah turned to look at Stefan, her eyes blazing with determination. "I won't let millions of people suffer because one man can't let go of his hatred." Stefan felt his chest tighten with emotion as he saw the depth of Hannah's commitment to protecting others, even at the cost of their professional reputations. This was why he was falling in love with her - not just her technical brilliance, but her moral clarity in moments of crisis.

"What do you needto do?" Stefan asked.

"Helpisolate the infected systems manually. If we can disconnect the compromised sections without triggering automatic shutdowns, we might be able to save sixty percent of the grid." They worked together for the next hour, Stefan following Hannah's rapid-fire instructions to physically disconnect network cables and reroute power through systems. The control room filled with the heat of overworked computers and the tension of a battle being fought in both digital and physical space.

"There," Hannah said finally, leaning back in her chair as the last red warning disappeared from the main display. "The virus is contained in isolated systems. It can't spread further, and we've restored power to all essential services." Stefan looked at the grid status display, seeing green indicators slowly replacing the red warnings that had painted the map of Manhattan. "You did it. You stopped James's attack." Hannah smiled for the first tin hours, exhaustion and relief making her look younger and more vulnerable. "We did it. I couldn't have managed the manual disconnections without your help." As Hannah began initiating full grid restoration, Stefan felt overwhelmed by admiration for her skills and character. city. from @cyberattack that could Rave left millions without power, and she was already focusing on the next steps rather than celebrating her victory.

She had saved the et "Hannah," Stefan said quietly.

"Yes?" "You're incredible. The way you fought that virus, the way you protected all those innocent people... I've never seen anything like it." Hannah looked at him with surprise, seeing genuine awe in his expression. "I was just doing my job." "No, you were doing much more than your job. You were protecting the entire city from a man who's willing to hurt anyone to get his revenge." Stefan moved closer to her chair. "Hannah, I need you to know something." "What?" "I'm falling in love with you. With your illiance, your dedic on, your moral courage. With the way you fight for what's right even when it's dangerous." Hannah felt her heart racing as she heard the raw honesty in Stefan's voice. After hours of intense technical work, his words hit her like a wave of warmth.

"Stefan," she said softly.

"I know this isn't the tor place for romantic declarations. I know we're in the middle of a crisis and James is still out there planning worse attacks." Stefan looked into her eyes. "But I needed you to know how I feel, in case something happens to one of us."

Hannah reached out and took his hand, her fingers still slightly trembling from adrenaline and m exhaustion, "I'm falling in love with you too. With the way you support me, the way you trust my judgment, the way you're willing to help even when you don't understand the technical details." As they looked into each other's eyes, both of them felt the intensity of shared crisis bonding them together. They had fought side by side against James's digital attack and won, protecting innocent people from the consequences of one man's twisted need for revenge.

Meanwhile, in the crisis management center, Camille and Alexander finished their last calls to investors and regulatory agencies. The corporate response had been swift and professional, containing the public relations damage while Hannah's team handled the technical crisis. "That was well coordinated," Alexander said, reviewing their call logs. "We managed to reassure most of the major stakeholders that Kane Industries can handle security threats." Camille nodded, feeling the satisfaction of crisis management done well. "It felt like old times, working together like that. We always were a good team in business situations."

"We were a good team in everything, before I let James's manipulation poison our relationship." Alexander met her eyes. Camille, fighting this crisis together remindedwhy I fell in love with you. Your intelligence, your strength, your ability to stay calm under pressure." "It remindedof the sthings about you," Camille replied. "The way you handle media relations, the way you can think strategically even when emotions are running high. We work well together, Alexander." As they prepared to leave the crisis center, both of them felt their reconnection deepening through shared professional success. They had faced James's latest attack as partners, protecting their company and their city from the consequences of his hatred.

But as Camille and Alexander walked toward the elevator, and as Hannah and Stefan held hands in the control room, none of them realized that James Whitfield was already planning his next escalation.

The virus attack had been a test of their capabilities and response time. Now James knew exactly how effective their defenses were, and exactly how much damage he would need to inflict to break them completely.

The digital warfare was just the beginning of what James had planned for the people who had interfered with his twenty-year quest for revenge.