On the other end of the line, Byte 7 watched helplessly as his screen initiated the system's self-destruct sequence, ticking up from 1% to 2%.

Each increment represented a night's worth of his hard work.

"It's over," Everett said, his voice detached, as chilly as a winter breeze.

"Wait a second.” Byte 7 shouted desperately. "I'll give it to you, just stop." Satisfied with the response, Everett pressed the pause button on his own computer.

Byte 7 thought he was the king of the cyber world, but he was about to learn a tough lesson — there's always a bigger fish.

"Everett, can you tell me how you managed to track down my server?" "You want to mentor my son, Langston. That requires my approval." "The laptop I gave Langston might have been compromised by your virus, but at the end of the day, it's my laptop.” And his son, Langston, was ultimately his own.

Everett opened

sent over a video

the blurred figure on the thumbnail, Everett didn't

Heather hadn't lied.

website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters

and sat in silence for a long while before slowly opening

sent another message. [The fairness Dorothy asks for isn't unreasonable. You can't do what you want to do just because

my business. Not yours.] Everett's fingers hesitated over the keyboard

sure you want to permanently delete this file?]

to play this morning and accidentally made me fall. He didn't even

if her daughter took after Everett or

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