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.

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. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

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

was so out of her depth that she would not even qualify as

momentarily before booting up her laptop and

a haven for experts, and despite the casual 'haha's' peppering the posts, the more nonchalant someone seemed, the

these experts, Dorothy's

what everyone called him — it seemed no one knew his real name. He was ghostly pale and spoke English fluently, so

later, Everett

deep with a nasal edge as he said, "That flash drive you asked Byte 7 to fix, is it done?" "Not yet." "What's so important on it that you had to go to him?" Everett had some insight into tech matters. After

a hassle if they're lost." Her answer was as vague as

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