Chapter: 634

At the same time, in the Mariana Islands, at the Red Hackers

* headquarters

"If you don't break my program in the next twenty-four hours, you'll be my apprentice, Joe. You still have one minute remaining, and you haven't solved the problem. You're destined to fail! You can't go back on your word, I'm warning you." While speaking, Quintin pushed open the door and entered the Living room.

But the next second, he stopped laughing when he saw the film on the living room TV.

In the video, a tiny child in suspenders sat on the sofa and blinked sweetly at the camera.

The small boy's voice could be heard.

"Uncle Quintin, I should have arrived at Apliaria by the time you watch this video. Aunt Abby's death anniversary is approaching. Mommy has been quite busy recently and does not have time to visit her tomb. So I come to see Aunt Abby for her and, coincidentally, to attend my father's wedding."

Quintin had the sensation that his skull was ready to burst.

"Don't be concerned. I'm merely curious about the woman my father is about to marry. After the anniversary of Aunt Abby's passing, I'LL return. That's all I have to say. By the way, keep it a secret if you don't want Mom to toss you out of the building."

The small boy in the video then got down from the sofa and was ready to turn off the camera.

His face suddenly approached the camera, and he smiled deviously.

“Oh, and by the way, Uncle Quintin, I cracked the program you designed.

I have to say that your design is really bad."

In Apliaria Airport

The boy was starting to get on Susan's nerves. She never knew that a mere child could give her such a hard time. When she looked him in the eye, she couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

“What's wrong? Are you having trouble answering my question?" he asked with his head tilted to one side. Although the little boy's big round eyes hid behind sunglasses, his innocence still emanated like the sun. He didn't look like Joe at all, the boy who angered

Quintin so much.

While Susan was coming up with a response, she heard a grown man's voice utter her name.

"Miss Salazar."

She looked around to see who it was. A man with a blank expression approached her and handed over a bouquet of flowers.

The little boy looked at the man from head to toe before thinking,

‘Hmm, he seems familiar.*

Before he could figure out, he heard Susan's voice.

“Ivan! What are you doing here?"

‘Ivan? Oh, I remember now! My father's right-hand man! He seems Like a decent guy. It's a shame he is working for my father.'