"No way! You're lying!" Langston yelled.
Everett shrugged, pulling out his smartphone with a smirk, "1:03 AM, 10:27 AM, and looks like you were snooping around the server again just a minute ago.” Langston's eyes widened in disbelief. "But I reset everything!" Watching his son's frustrated little face, Everett couldn't help but walk back and pinch his cheek affectionately.
"Who taught you these tech moves?" "My mentor. He's the real deal!” As his son excitedly praised someone else, Everett felt a twinge of jealousy and raised an eyebrow, tossing out a challenge, "After I wrap up some stuff, I'll teach you myself." Grabbing his car keys, he headed out to the grocery store. He made sure to pick up some extra veggies to give his son a nutritious meal.
Just as he was about to leave, Everett spotted a bunch of toys on sale at the entrance. Drawn by the colorful array, he started to wander over.
"Hey, could you help me get these toys to the car?" "Sure thing, sir!" With his shopping done and realizing the meeting time was approaching, Everett realized he wouldn't have time to cook. After a brief pause, he dialed Kevin.
"Postpone the meeting by three hours." "Mr. Lopez, you'll be skipping out on rest tonight then!" "My kid wants to taste my cooking." With that one line, Kevin understood. "I'll let everyone know right away." "And Kevin, have you settled the East Star Enterprises issue?" "All settled, Mr. Lopez! Lane tried to use his clout to fire Ms. Sanchez. I intercepted and cut off his power." Kevin blabbered on, eager to boast, mentioning Dorothy Sanchez, causing Everett to frown.
"Did I ask about Dorothy? I asked about East Star Enterprises!" "Ah, right! I got it, Mr. Lopez, everything's in order! Both Ms. Sanchez and East Star Enterprises, all settled!" Everett was speechless.
Hanging up the phone, Everett, who had been expressionless, suddenly cracked a thin, unexpected smile.
He had been too cautious before, too concerned with propriety. Now, he just wanted to bring the person he cared for closer.
That's human nature, isn't it? Even if he couldn't stand beside her as a husband, he could as a boss.
If Lane had the audacity to pursue her knowing she was married, then why couldn't he, Everett, try his hand at the same game? If Dorothy could tolerate Lane, what was stopping him? Everett returned to Bay Residence, groceries in hand. As he entered, he found Langston tinkering with his laptop on the living room couch.
Hearing his dad, Langston guiltily set the laptop aside, pretending to watch TV instead.
Everett, both exasperated and fond, quirked a smile, "You can play all you want. I've locked the conference channel. You can't get into that." Langston pouted, "I'l crack it someday!" "You can try." With a chuckle, Everett carried the ingredients into the kitchen, rolled up his shirt sleeves, and began to cook methodically, chopping and frying.
Langston shuffled in after him, watching in awe as dish after dish came together and was placed on the table.
Looking at the spread skeptically, he doubted it could taste as good as it looked, until he tasted a piece of the fish.
"Wow! This is delicious! If my sister were here, she'd love it too!" Everett paused, his eyebrows arching slightly. "Your sister?"
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