[Even though she isn't Smith's biological daughter, with her skills, she'll be sought after anywhere!]
[I heard that the true daughter of the Smiths moved out today; could it be that her absence allowed our goddess to progress so quickly?]
Sophie only replied with one line, [Please don't say that; after all, it was the Smith family that raised me. They've done me a great favor. Regardless of what the true daughter wants, my adoptive parents and I will compensate her. Plus, she's participating in this competition too; I hope she can achieve good results.]
Sophie's post painted her as a kind-hearted yet pitiful young lady, giving off an impression of being both strong and tragic.
In my past life, she had used these posts to crush me completely. But after years of studying programming and consistently winning awards in competitions each year, how could I just admit defeat now?
I felt like an ant on a hot pan, sweating with anxiety.
I kept replaying the situation in my mind, trying to figure out where things had gone wrong.
Since there were no cameras in the room, the issue had to be with my computer.