Victoria Gibson's hands were twisted together in a knot, a name floated in her mind, but she couldn't make it fit with the person in front of her.
"Beep—"
A crisp sound echoed, and the next second, the locked computer screen began to fade.
The blue screen returned to normal.
Chad Yakov did one last checkup, ensuring the virus was entirely gone, before leaning back against the back of the chair.
His perfect outline exposed under the dim light, he glanced toward the dazed Victoria Gibson, his Dark Eyes deep and fathomless, like a deep pool.
"Chad Yakov, what's your relationship with Three?" Victoria Gibson's voice floated, she felt as if she was floating too.
The whole person was like standing on the cloud, with the possibility of waking up from a dream at any time.
Yet the person in front of her was so real, real enough not to seem fake.
He had just solved the virus she couldn't decrypt right before her eyes...
