Perhaps because she didn’t reply, Kyle Keaton’s message came in quickly again.
And not just one, but two messages at once.
[Looks like you didn’t see it clearly. I’ll come pick you up now; let you see clearer.]
[Or do you want to see clearly now? Shall I take a picture and send it to you?]
Is this still the same Kyle Keaton, who was like a celibate, unattainable flower on a high cliff?
Why does it feel like he’s been swapped for a swaying dogtail grass?
Afraid he might really send her some R-rated photos, July Quinn quickly replied.
[Thanks, but no need for the duck.]
On the other end of the phone, Kyle Keaton had just finished working overtime. Seeing the messages he sent and July Quinn’s reply, he couldn’t help but smile.
If someone had told him two months ago that he’d be so shamelessly flirtatious with his nominal wife, he wouldn’t have believed it. He might have even beaten that person senseless.
He’s changed so much that he’s not like himself, but he seems to be deeply immersed in it, unable to stop.
Thinking about how stubborn and proud July Quinn might be at this moment, but her face blushing because of his teasing, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Luckily, most people had already left the company, otherwise, seeing him laughing out loud would make them think the world was going to end tomorrow.
Because there was no one around, Kyle Keaton laughed more freely, and even sent out his messages with reckless abandon.
[Although your words didn’t hurt much, they were highly insulting. I think it’s necessary to clarify that I am a genuine man.]
On the other end of the phone, when July Quinn saw the message, she almost rolled her eyes skyward.
Is this something a person would say?
[I’m recording a program tomorrow, and I won’t be back tonight. Have fun by yourself.]
Afraid that responding to Kyle Keaton’s messages would only invite more regrettable words, once July Quinn replied, she exited WeChat.
Afterward, she opened Weibo to check out the trending topics.
Good, because of the malicious edits by the ’Competition Dance’ program team, her disregard for Silas Donovan was infinitely amplified, leading to the #JulyQuinn
Rude# topic, which remained at the bottom of the trending list.
The event had passed for a while; clearing things up now might seem insincere, and could even generate more heat for the program.
This was something July Quinn did not want to see.
They orchestrated her appearance on the program, and now they want to rise to glory by feeding off her? Dream on.
But letting these people off without a lesson would not sit well with her.
After careful consideration, July Quinn typed a line of code on her phone.
Soon, a video appeared on her phone.
Then, she sent the video to someone...
Meanwhile, a blonde young man was playing a League of Legends game at the Hawes Presidential Hotel in Aphelion.
This was Ollie, ranked top three on the COMEX hacker list, and previously invited by Nathan Jacobs to help out Nina Quinn.
Before he managed to impress Lord Muck enough to accept him as a disciple, Ollie didn’t want to go home to inherit billions.
Also, Ollie wasn’t discouraged at all.
To know, the last meeting didn’t succeed in convincing Lord Muck to take him as a disciple, but at least didn’t have his computer attacked by her again.
See, this computer was newly bought after meeting Lord Muck that day. Even logging into his previous account, Ollie wasn’t attacked by the chicken shit virus. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
Doesn’t this prove that Lord Muck doesn’t hate him as much as before?
Becoming Lord Muck’s chief cute disciple is just around the corner, as long as he stays in Aphelion.
For this, Ollie was ready to wait long-term, having even purchased real estate here, with the house handover in just two days.
However, Ollie hadn’t expected the master to contact him so soon.
Just when Ollie’s game was getting intensely thrilling, the computer suddenly went dark.
Ollie once thought there was an issue with some part of the computer, and couldn’t help but curse.
But then, a little chicken suddenly appeared on the computer screen.
Ollie: "Damn, Lord Muck!"