Chad saw the car through the rearview mirror and said, "It's Madam Blackwood's people, Third Young Master."
"Hmm." Ethan responded indifferently, "It's her people."
However, the car wasn't following him, but heading towards Avery's direction.
His respected aunt had always been like this.
Two years ago, and now, it was still the same.
Any woman associated with him would automatically fall under his aunt's surveillance.
"Third Young Master, what does Madam Blackwood want to do?" Chad asked with some concern, "Is she going to make a move on Miss Wells again? She's alone outside now, what if..."
"She won't." Ethan said calmly, "She doesn't dare."
"That's true, you already warned her last time."
Chad breathed a sigh of relief and didn't say anything more.
...
Avery turned around and walked towards the coffee shop where Sandra worked, wanting to go upstairs and check on his situation.
Although she didn't show any concern in front of Ethan , Sandra was her friend and she couldn't really be at ease with him gone like this.
Strangely enough, the more she walked, the more something felt off, as if someone was following her.
Was it Ethan?
Avery thought so, and turned back several times to confirm, but besides a black car, she didn't see Ethan's car at all.
Maybe she was just too nervous about her friend and overthinking things.
Avery shook her head and continued walking forward.
Not long after, she went to the coffee shop again, but this time, she was unable to go up to the top floor smoothly. Someone stopped her before she entered the elevator, claiming that the floors above the coffee shop belonged to a big boss, and no one was allowed to go up without his permission, including the top floor. Without saying it, Avery guessed that the big boss was none other than Ethan . Thinking that he needed a wife who was obedient, Avery gave up the idea of going up to the top floor to see . After coming out of the coffee shop, she bought a cup of milk tea and walked around the street bored. After wandering outside for more than half an hour, she finally took a taxi back to the villa. When she got back, Ethan's aunt, was not at home. Avery breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Lena wasn't there,everything was fine. Unexpectedly, Butler Qini cold face startled Avery with a chilly voice "You're back?" "Yeah, I'm back," she replied politely. "Butler Qin , are you busy now? Is there anything I can help you with?" Today happened to be the weekend, and she didn't have to go to school. She didn't want to be accused of being idle at home, so she took the initiative to offer to help with the work. Butler Qin , however, looked disdainful and said, "No need. You are now the master's wife and the mistress of this house. How can I dare to order you around?" "..." Avery felt uneasy hearing this. Why did it seem like Qin didn't like her in any way? Oh well, he was an old man and she shouldn't be too concerned about it.
After returning to her bedroom, Avery took out her laptop and prepared to surf the internet. Unexpectedly, the computer suddenly crashed with a blue screen after only two minutes of use. Although she was able to restart it and connect to the internet, she couldn't close a pop-up window that appeared out of nowhere. "Why am I so unlucky? Could it be that my computer has a virus?" After clicking the close button several times, she found that not only could she not close the window, but more windows kept popping up, filling the entire screen in just a few seconds. She had no choice but to restart the computer, but no matter how many times she did so, the window was still there, and she couldn't get rid of it. Fortunately, she was still able to access the internet. In the end, she opened Buzznet and prepared to ask for help. Unexpectedly, as soon as she logged in, she received a message from a blogger named "Meeting a cutie ". "Sister, are you in trouble? I'm really good with computers. Do you need my help, ?" Avery frowned. Who is this person and how did they know her computer was having problems? Oh well, she'll deal with the computer problem first. She quickly typed on the keyboard: "Um, there's something on my desktop that won't close, and restarting doesn't work. Can you help me?" "No problem, sister. Add my number and I'll send a remote control request over. Remember to accept it." "Okay, thank you in advance." Avery said, and opened her commonly used Aurora account, adding the number provided by the other party. They quickly agreed, and within a few seconds, a remote control request was sent over.
Before clicking "Agree", Avery hesitated for a moment. After all, the other person was a stranger. What if they took advantage of this opportunity to do something bad with her computer? However, she didn't hesitate for long. Solving the problem at hand was the most important thing. With that in mind, she clicked "Agree".
The other person worked quickly. She didn't even have time to read everything before her screen was filled with a large amount of code. In less than two minutes, the remote control was closed.
Shortly after, she received a message from the other person: "Sister, your computer had a small virus. I've cleaned it up for you. Check your desktop, it should be clean now."
Avery switched to her desktop and saw that all the small windows that had been blocking her view were gone. She checked her other files and nothing was missing.
At this point, the other person sent another message: "Sister, I reorganized your C drive for you. Try it out and see if it's not as slow as before."
Avery didn't know if it was still slow or not, but she was curious: "How old are you? Are you a younger brother or a younger sister? How do you know so much?"
"Sister, if I tell you how young I am, will you ignore me?" the other person replied. "Many people who know my age say that my skills are fake. Will you also dislike me like they do?"
Avery didn't care: "No, I won't. Tell me, I won't ignore you."
She was actually quite curious. How young was this person to be so worried about being ignored?
The other person didn't reply immediately. After about thirty or forty seconds, they replied: "Two years old. Sister, I'm only two years old. Will you still be friends with me?"
Avery suspected that the other party might only be thirteen or fourteen years old, or even six or seven years old. When she saw "two years old", her first reaction was, "Two years old? How is that possible?" What does a two-year-old child know? They are still in their mother's arms, coquettishly asking for candy. How could they understand computer knowledge, let alone remote control? Avery couldn't imagine that the other party was only a two-year-old child. She simply didn't believe it. Just as she typed a question mark and waited for the other party to reply, the avatar on the other side suddenly went dark.