Everett finally replied to Jonathan, [I'll send an escort.] [Change the children’s surname first!] Jonathan was all about business, not acting unless he was sure about the deal’s success.

Everett snorted dismissively and did not bother replying.

It was a battle of endurance now—a waiting game to see who would lose their cool first.

He knew his parents were all about keeping up appearances. If the press got wind that their grandchildren bore the surname Sanchez instead of Lopez, they would consider it a massive humiliation.

Not that Everett cared much for such vanities.

When Dorothy returned with a bowl of corn chowder, Everett was already buried in work.

His stitches had just been removed, and he really should not have been moving around so much. He needed rest, but Dorothy knew all too well he was not a man who could rest easy.

Everett was briefing him on a project, Everett's biggest venture for the following year: breaking into the electronics market with a

her depth that she

she pondered momentarily before booting up her laptop and

the posts, the more nonchalant someone seemed, the more likely they were

it came to these experts, Dorothy's mind

real name. He was ghostly pale and spoke English fluently, so he most

Everett

voice was deep with a nasal edge as he said, "That flash drive you asked Byte 7 to fix, is it done?" "Not yet."

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