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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

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

throat and

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

than you’d believe.

face lit up. “Alright, I’m in. Let’s sell it,” she

gesture. “Great. They’ll transfer the money to my account first. Tomorrow, I’ll help you set

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bag and imagined having ten of them, her smile growing She felt like she’d just won the lattery–happier than

quickly got ready, ate breakfast, and sat on the couch. glancing at the door every few seconds as she waited for

on her yoga shoes when they both

looking a linle concerned. Quinlyn, what’s going on? Why are your up

sipping her milk, and

furrowed for a second, then he smiled and said, “What are you going to do

term “brother. She turned to look at Maurice, her eyes piercing Without saying

It’s okay if you don’t want

he’d slept in his clothes. Maurice called out,

He’d been up all night–Quinlyn’s program went viral, and hackers who usually ignored him were suddenly all over him.

and blurted out, “Save up for her? She doesn’t have

let out a quiet groan, feeling his frustration rise. He just rolled his eyes

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

snapped. “Even if you’re gonna play favorites, there’s a line. Quinlyn is your kid. Why are you acting

speechless. She couldn’t bring herself to admit that Quinlyn wasn’t her biological daughter. She glanced nervously at Maurice, hoping he’d step

Stanley’s shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Quinlyn’s still young. Couldn’t

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

exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of disbelief and bewilderment. A kid from the borderlands making a fortune from program sounded