"Lord Muck, I know you’re still mad about helping Nathan last ti, but I owed him a favor back then. If he had told in advance that the target of my hacking was you, I definitely wouldn’t have done it."
Ollie tried hard to explain the previous incident, hoping July Quinn could let it go and take him on as an apprentice.
But just hearing him refer to her as "Lord Muck" made July Quinn feel irritated.
The reason she originally created the virus was to teach a lesson to those few arrogant old folks who kept bothering her.
Using a cartoon of a chicken pooping was rely her way of expressing disdain for those old guys.
Who knew, people outside just went ahead and nad the virus "The Chicken Poop Virus."
And along with it, she was dubbed "Lord Muck."
At her pri age, being called "Lord Muck"...
Just thinking about it made her feel gross!
This was also the main reason she later stopped releasing the virus!
When Ollie hacked in that day, she wasn’t prepared and just casually threw the virus over.
Who’d have thought such a casual act would bring back the "Lord Muck" nickna, reviving all those unpleasant mories once again.
So July Quinn imdiately replied coldly, "I have no plans to take on apprentices at the mont, and don’t call Lord Muck either."
That nickna just makes one want to punch soone.
Unexpectedly, Ollie’s eyes lit up after hearing this: "Are you worried that this nickna exposes your identity?"
After saying that, he gave July Quinn a knowing look.
July Quinn: "..."
At his age, how could he still be sprinting down the path of self-destruction?
If she was worried about being exposed, she wouldn’t have tossed the Chicken Poop Virus at him that day.
Fearing further conversation would lead her to punch his handso exotic face into sothing even his parents wouldn’t recognize, July Quinn decisively shut up and turned to leave.
"Boss, boss, don’t go..."
Ollie shouted a few more tis but still couldn’t get the boss back.
Yet he wasn’t discouraged and decided to stay in Aphelion a bit longer to find an opportunity to beco her apprentice.
Hmm, if iron bars can’t hold him, how could a straw cage?
*
Just as July Quinn left the reception room, she received a call from Kyle Keaton.
Upon seeing the string of numbers, certain images from that night involuntarily flashed in her mind.
If she didn’t have feelings for him, she’d have considered making sashimi out of him.
Thinking he might have sothing urgent since he rarely took the initiative to contact her, July Quinn finally answered the call.
As soon as she picked up, a deep and icy male voice ca from the other end: "Didn’t you see the ssage?"
"What ssage?" July Quinn suddenly realized she’d deleted WeChat.
Hearing her tone, Kyle Keaton knew she definitely hadn’t seen the ssage.
"The Jacobs Group is hosting a charity auction at the end of the month. Let’s attend together!"
His tone wasn’t one of inquiry, it was concise and commanding.
This was his usual way of speaking, after all, those around him feared his authority and had to listen to him.
Yet, there’s always the exception.
"No."
Without hesitation, July Quinn directly refused.
After that night, just seeing Kyle Keaton’s face made her want to commit murder.
So, to avoid becoming a widow at a young age, she had been avoiding him.
Kyle Keaton: "..."
He genuinely didn’t expect that the first ti he actively invited soone to an event in his lifeti, he would be turned down.
After a mont’s hesitation, he asked, "You’re still mad, aren’t you?"
"Yes, still mad."
July Quinn was curious if this seemingly prideful man would try to make it up to her.
But as it turns out, so n are just destined for lifelong bachelorhood.
Lo and behold, upon hearing she was still mad, he simply said, "Then keep being mad."
And then he hung up the phone.
July Quinn: "..."
Livid, she thought, damn it!
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