âNo way! Youâre lyingâ Langston yelled.
Everett shrugged, pulling out his smartphone with a smirk, 1:03 AM 10:27 AM, and looks like you were
snooping around the server again just a minute ago.â
Langstonâs eyes widened in disbelief. âBut I reset everything!â
Watching his sonâs frustrated little face, Everett couldnât help but walk back and pinch his cheek
affectionately.
âWho taught you these tech movesâ
âMy mentor. Heâs the real deat
As his son excitedly praised someone else, Everett felt a twinge of jealousy and raised an eyebrow,
tossing out a challenge. âAfter I wmp up some stuff, Ill teach you myself
Grabbing his car keys, he headed out to the grocery store. He made sure to pick up some extra
veggies to give his son a nutritious meal.
Just as he was about to leave, Everett spotted a bunch of toys on sale at the entrance. Drawn by the
colorful array, he started to wander over.
âHey, could you help me get these toys to the car?â
âSure thing sir!â
With his shopping done and realizing the meeting time was approaching, Everett realized he wouldnât
have time to cook After a brief pause, he dialed Kevin
âPostpone the meeting by three hours.â
âMr. Lopez, youâll be skipping out on rest tonight then?â
âMy kid wants to taste my cookingâ
With that one line. Kevin understood. â111 let everyone know right away.â
âAnd Kevin, have you settled the East Star Enterprises issue?â
âAll settled, Mr. Lopez Lane tried to use his clout to fire Ms. Sanchez intercepted and cut off his power.â
Kevin blabbered on, eager to boast, mentioning Dorothy Sanchez, causing Everett to frown.
âDid I ask about Dorothy? I asked about East Star Enterprises!â
âAh, right! I got it, Mr. Lopez, everythingâs in order! Both Ms. Sanchez and East Star Enterprises, all
settledâ
Everett was speechless
Hanging up the phone, Everett, who had been expressionless, suddenly cracked a thin, unexpected
smile.
He had been too cautious before, too concerned with propriety. Now, he just wanted to bring the person
he cared for closer.
Thatâs human nature, isnât it?
Even if he couldnât stand beside her as a husband, he could as a boss.
If Lane had the audacity to pursue her knowing she was married, then why couldnât he, Everett, try his
hand at the same game?
If Dorothy could tolerate Lane, what was stopping him?
Everett returned to Bay Residence, groceries in hand. As he entered, he found Langston tinkering with
his laptop on the living room couch.
Hearing his dad, Langston gultily set the laptop aside, pretending to watch TV instood
Everett, both exasperated and fond, quirked a smije, âYou can play all you want. Iâve locked the
conference channel. You canât get into thatâ
Langston pouted, âI crack it someday!â
âYou can try.â
With a chuckle, Everett carried the ingredients into the kitchen, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and began to
cook methodically, chopping and frying Langston shuffled in after him, watching in awe as dish after
dish came together and was placed on the table
Looking at the spread skeptically, he doubted it could taste as good as it looked, until he tasted a piece
of the fish
âWow! This is delicious! If my sister were here, sheâd love it tool
Everett paused, his eyebrows arching slightly. âYour sister?â
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