Kicked Out I Unlocked My Ultimate Boss Mode novel Chapter 37

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**Broken Doesn’t Mean End**
By M. Kaushik

**Chapter 37: National Emergency**

“Mr. Garcia!” Derek’s voice was a tempest, charged with fury so intense that it felt as if his very blood was boiling. Every muscle in his body quivered with rage, and he could hardly contain the storm brewing within him.

The crushing humiliation he had just endured had driven him to the edge, leaving him teetering on the brink of his composure.

“Mr. Garcia, don’t let her deceive you! How on earth could she wield such influence? She’s nothing more than a country bumpkin!” His words dripped with disdain, each syllable punctuated by disbelief.

Bzzzz—

At that moment, Helen’s phone erupted with an urgent vibration, slicing through Derek’s furious tirade like a knife.

Without a second glance at Derek, she focused intently on the screen, which displayed the name “Professor Langford.”

A shadow crossed her face, her brows knitting together as the playful glimmer in her eyes faded into a steely resolve. The relaxed, carefree aura she had exuded just moments ago vanished, replaced by a sharp intensity that seemed to electrify the air around her.

Timothy, who had been observing her closely, noted this striking transformation with growing intrigue.

Helen swiftly answered the call, her voice steady. “Professor Langford.”

In that instant, the room fell into an almost reverent silence, the tension palpable.

Even without the speakerphone activated, the elderly voice on the other end resonated with an unsettling gravity, uttering phrases like “Ms. Walcott,” “core data,” “breach,” “crashed,” “national project paralyzed,” “take charge,” and others that loomed ominously in the air.

Each word carried the weight of impending disaster.

Everyone in the room turned to Helen, their expressions a mix of shock and confusion.

Sean, in the midst of it all, felt a flicker of recognition at the sound of that voice.

On the other end of the line, Helen listened intently as Philip Langford’s anxious, raspy voice crackled through. “Ms. Walcott, there’s been a serious incident at the institute. The core data for Project Genesis has crashed, and we may be at risk of compromising some encrypted information. If we don’t address this immediately, the entire national project could come to a standstill, with consequences we can’t even begin to fathom.”

Helen’s bright eyes narrowed, her tone taking on an edge of urgency. “I understand, Philip. Please send me the authorization codes via the encrypted channel. I’ll head home right away to access the system remotely, initiate emergency isolation and repairs, and I’ll be at the institute first thing tomorrow morning to oversee everything personally.”

She couldn’t shake the promise she had made to her grandfather before leaving home; she had vowed to return early. If she went to the institute now, it was likely she wouldn’t return until dawn.

Even if she tried to explain the situation to her grandfather and the others, she knew they would only worry, losing sleep over her absence.

Returning to the institute for emergency repairs overnight was a sacrifice she was willing to make.

Helen ended the call, her heart racing.

“So you’re the lifeline for Philip,” Timothy remarked, his deep, magnetic voice slicing through the tension in the room. His dark eyes sparkled with an unmistakable interest. “It’s you.”