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Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Quinlyn’s unexpected words caught Stanley off guard, causing him to choke on his breath and cough twice. He turned to face her, his eyes locking onto her intense, youthful visage, inexplicably captivated.

With a flourish, he waved the sleek machine in the air. “You really want this?” he teased, eyes twinkling with mischief.

Quinlyn nodded earnestly, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the object of her desire.

Stanley’s lips curled into a mischievous grin, his handsome features lighting up with amusement. “Well, it’s not impossible to part with it,” he drawled, his tone laced with sarcasm.

“But do you even know how to wield such a powerful gadget? Computers are intricate beasts, not toys for kids like you”

Quinlyn stepped forward eagerly, her eyes pleading. “How do you play with it?” she asked innocently.

Stanley’s mind flashed back to the last time Harriet had fallen for one of his pranks, ending in tears. His grin widened as he beckoned Quinlyn closer and opened a coding page on the screen.

“Watch closely,” he said, his fingers dancing across the keyboard like a maestro conducting an orchestra. “Even the cool graphics you see are made up of these mysterious letters and symbols.”

Lines of code scrolled by in a blur, a mesmerizing dance of digits and letters. Finally, he hit the Enter key, and a brand new page appeared on the screen, seemingly out of nowhere.

“See, it’s simple,” Stanley said, pushing the screen towards her and leaning in to whisper with a hint of challenge. “Do you dare to try? Even a fool could understand this.

“But if you can’t, well… it just means you’re not as smart as you think. And don’t tell anyone I’m your brother anymore. Pretend you don’t know me if we meet outside, okay?”

Nearby, Archer kept wiping the sweat from his brow, well aware of Stanley’s prowess with digital gadgets since childhood. Stanley had even attended a prestigious tech program the previous year, advancing almost to a professional level in coding. This was just another one of his pranks.

Last time, Harriet had been so scared she cried, and ever since, she had gone out of her way to avoid Stanley. Thinking of Quinlyn, who hailed from the remote outskirts and might have never even laid eyes on a computer, made her plight seem even more pitiful.

at the screen, mesmerized. He gave her a gentle

computer. If you were truly my sister,

the desk. Watching her stretch her neck to peer

he lifted her onto the chair, watching as her fingers fumbled around, pressing keys tentatively and gazing at the

for her to give up and admit defeat. Then he would lay

computer before. She had only seen them occasionally in the hands of criminals

information, which fascinated her. So, as soon as she saw one, she was determined to learn how to use it.

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clumsy on the keyboard. She couldn’t remember where the letters

she possessed an excellent memory, and after pairing images with programming sequences, the copied Stanley’s activen and began typing letters, slowly

speed was sluggish at first, but as she memorized the crucial key positions, her fingers gained momentum. Her mind! wandered as

initially, dismissing her efforts as mere gibberish. But when he glimpsed the code she was crafting, his eyes widened in astonishment, and his fork clattered to the floor,

key, a pristine digital page materialized on the

conjure this from thin air?” Stanley inquired, snatching the computer to scrutinize the interface for any signs of deceit, his

keys?” Quinlyn replied, her brow furrowing in confusion as she

his amazement intensifying as he pored over the screen. “Everything else looks impressive, but what’s with all the

all.” Her limited vocabulary stemmed from borderland

enigmatic visitor from another planet. In the next heartbeat, he swept her up in his arms

only reply was a curt, “Be quiet. He slammed the door shut, sealing off

Quinlyn in the gaming chair and activated four colossal surround screens, each displaying

the screens. The symbols seemed even more intricate, their

to a line of code on the third screen. “Is there

and leaned in for a closer look.

Quinlyn said, moving her finger upwards. As the touchscreen highlighted it, she deleted the flawed code and swiftly typed a new line. Before Stanley could