Everett didn't give Dorothy a heads-up before he dashed off to the meeting.

He pulled up in front of the agreed-upon diner, lifting his gaze to the signboard.

Gotta admit, it looked pretty cozy and romantic.

Clearly, someone had put thought into choosing this spot.

Everett swung open the car door and stepped out, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt and leaving his tie behind in the car.

His dark suit hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist, complemented by that handsome face of his.

Just the short walk from his car to the diner had already turned a few heads.

Upon entering, Everett immediately spotted Byte 7 sitting in a corner.

Still in his hoodie and jeans, as loose and careless as ever, but instead of his usual black, white, or gray, today it was a Klein blue that made his already pale skin look almost translucent. The epitome of teenage disillusionment.

Hearing footsteps, Byte 7 finally dragged his gaze away from his phone screen.

Seeing Everett, his brows knitted together. "Why is it you?"

out the chair opposite him and sat down. "Who

7, trying to steal my son was one thing, but aiming for my wife too? You really think I'm out of the picture, huh?" There was no anger in his voice, just a

like a stern, reliable older brother schooling his

in his seat, "You're not even

stand

know that? If you were so sure, why pretend to be Dorothy on

chuckled, the corners of his

you still

"I've moved it."

now? Well, let's

out his phone, fingers seemingly busy

7 couldn't deny

the last time his server got hit hard by Everett, he'd spent less days and nights fixing it up!

"Everett, don't push it!"

my treasure; I've got to keep

server again, and it's war!" Byte 7 slammed the table, ready

glance from Everett

sights on Dorothy

server

phone to Byte 7. "S was just

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