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Chapter 15

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The clock struck 3 PM, and the three–hour online showdown ended Websites worldwide were filled with Celandia’s bright flags, but there was no chaos, no trash talk.

The first hacked site showed a serene image of blooming roses, and the silence was deafening. It was a far cry from the qual mess, leaving the audience stunned. They couldn’t believe it–Celandia’s hackers had pulled off something truly remarkable.

This time, Celandia had stepped up in a big way. It was a total reversal from when foreign hackers used to mock them as “Celandia’s Weakling

The Brynton official website remained quiet, likely because there was no drama to report. The next day, they even changed their homepage banner to match the theme of blooming roses.

Stanley’s forum post went viral overnight, turning him from a laughingstock into an overnight sensation. The same overi who once attacked him were now gone–some even deleted their old comments and thanked him for being forgiving and giving them a second chance.

He replied to everyone: It’s not about me being forgiving. It’s my girl. She’s the real hero here.]

The forum members were stunned. Comments poured in. [Dude, are you talking about your actual sister, or is this just poetic, like calling your girlfriend my girl?] someone asked.

Stanley sent an eye–roll emoji and replied: [Poetic? She’s my biological sister.]

That only fueled their curiosity. Knowing roughly how old Stanley was, the idea of him having a younger sister just didn’t compute.

They couldn’t resist asking: [So, how old is your sister, buddy?]

Stanley glanced at the messages and shrugged as he typed back. [She’s just ten years old. Crazy, right?]

The message dropped like a bomb, plunging the alliance forum into chaos. Hackers who thought they were the best were stunned to learn they’d been led through a massive cyber–battle by a ten–year–old girl. It felt like something straight out of a

sci–fi movie.

they’d been through, no one dared to question or mock Stanley again. Instead, they started reaching out to him privately, asking if they could get their hands on

Stanley went to Quinlyn’s room after a quick shower. Inside, she was curled up in bed, wrapped in a pink lace blanket and engrossed in a fairy tale book. For a second, Stanley hesitated, wondering if the whole day had been a crazy dream

eyes meeting his Stanley shook off the doubt. He cleared his throat and said. “Hey,

of the Internet, so the idea of selling code was as foreign as outer space

$30,000. “It’s worth more than you’d believe. It could easily sell for ten times what’s in that bag,” he said with a

I’m in. Let’s sell it,” she

OK gesture. “Great. They’ll transfer the money to my account first. Tomorrow,

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smile growing She felt like she’d just won the lattery–happier than sheid ever felt reading a storybook

ready, ate breakfast, and sat on the couch. glancing at the door every

and Tina was dipping on her yoga shoes when they

Quinlyn, what’s going

there, sipping her milk, and just

second, then he smiled and said, “What

used to the term “brother. She turned to look at Maurice, her eyes piercing Without saying a word, she made him feel

and looked away. “Never mind. It’s okay if you don’t want to tell

he’d slept in his clothes. Maurice called out, “Hey, Stanley. Quinlyn’s been waiting for you. You guys heading out?”

all over him. He hadn’t slept until dawn. Yawning, he said, “Just opening a bank account. Gotta

she suddenly turned and blurted out, “Save up for her? She

groan, feeling his frustration rise. He just rolled his eyes and headed to the dining area for breakfast.

followed right behind him, her tone earnest. “Stanley, keep your money to yourself, okay? Don’t just hand it out. If you’re gonna give it to someone, give it to Harriet.

his patience wearing thin. “Mom, seriously?” he snapped. “Even if you’re gonna play favorites, there’s a line. Quinlyn is your kid. Why are you acting like she’s

wasn’t her biological

just thinks you guys might be spending a bit too freely,” Maurice said, giving Stanley’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Quinlyn’s still young. Couldn’t she just keep her money in a piggy bank or

responded better to kindness than pressure, softened his tone. “A piggy bank won’t cut it,” he said with shrug. “Quinlyn’s been

expressions a mix of disbelief and bewilderment. A kid from the borderlands making