Chapter 621 I'll Be Waiting For Your Claim.
On his way home from his day's work, Darwin unfurled the livestream and was greeted by a peculiar sight. Darwin, brimming with joy, was on display.
Darwin's name was invoked as Solomon commenced showering Charles with gifts. For a fleeting moment, the livestream pulsed with vitality.
Yet, the mirth was short-lived. Charles wore a pensive expression as he barred his father. "It's not that I dislike him, he's just too noisy." Charles elucidated post-block.
The viewership was confounded. [But where's the noise? There's no sound.]
To which Charles replied, "He's noisy to my eyes."
The audience erupted in laughter, mocking him.
In the interim, Lucas reached out to Sebastian. "Sebastian, I realize I acted hastily in this affair. Could you implore Engineer No. 7 to conclude this matter? This module is the result of our entire team's efforts, not just mine!"
"This lad; has a temper even his parents can't sway him. I'm powerless. Lucas, he afforded you an opportunity. The lad exhibited remarkable prowess earlier. Accept defeat gracefully, and soon, this will be forgotten. You've brought this upon yourself," Sebastian counselled.
Lucas yearned to assert that he had never believed a child of tender years could possess such aptitude, especially one fathered by Darwin. He had erred slightly in the countryside, and Darwin had promptly expelled him from Solomonslingering resentment festered within Lucas.
Yet, he couldn't concede that Darwin fathered such a gifted child.
"Sebastian, I never fathomed that boy to be so adept. I erred this time. Please intercede on my behalf with Charles. If this persists, my entire server room will be in jeopardy!" he said.
"But didn't you express your intent to pursue legal recourse? No. 7 is affluent; he can afford compensation!" Sebastian countered.
Sebastian refused to sway Charles.
What composure the lad possessed.
To have Lucas so repulsed as to dismantle his creation showcased Lucas's audacity.
No, Sebastian wouldn't aid such a scoundrel.
Moreover, during the livestream, the fool propagated rumors about him and his team members.
"Very well! You've made your stance clear!" Lucas exclaimed before severing the call.
Coincidentally, his server room's final unit succumbed at that precise moment.
Following his unceremonious departure from Solomons to Armie, Lucas's hard-won career lay in ruins at the hands of a child.
His iPad continued to relay the kid's livestream.
Charles withdrew his hand and emitted a soft sigh.
Then, he directed his gaze towards the camera.
It seemed as though he were also regarding Lucas.
"Senior, I'll be waiting for your demand," he murmured, adopting a more tender demeanor.
"That concludes today's broadcast," Charles announced, scanning the comments with a shake of his head. "No more math puzzles."
In the comments, an influx of mathematical quandaries materialized.
Fiona chuckled at the sight.
"Alright, folks. Little No.7 must retire for the night. He shall tackle your math enigmas in future broadcasts," Fiona said.
The comments section brimmed with reluctance and audacious cries.
[Little No.7 is off to bed, but Fiona doesn't need to turn in so soon!]
[Secretary Woods, let's converse! Let's converse a bit more!]
With that, Charles exited the frame.
Before Fiona terminated the broadcast, she glimpsed the entreaties flooding the comments.
She offered a gentle smile.
"In a few days, there's a summit I'll be attending. We can chat then. Bye-bye," she bid.
Subsequently, Fiona concluded the livestream.
The night's enthralling spectacle, rife with twists, swiftly disseminated across the web.
[You netizens are truly absurd. Yesterday it was merely hearsay, and today it's disseminated as fact?]
[I have just returned home from work, ordered takeout, and hopped online. It's as though the world has turned topsy-turvy. Charles, the prodigious five-year-old? Twins? Fiona absconded with the infants? Are you lot plotting a romance novel?]
Soon, someone edited a video chronicling the entire showdown between the 7th Engineer and Lucas, complete with dramatic music, and promptly posted it to the trending topics.
[Are you crafting a television drama?] one commentator pondered.
[Oh my, I was present, and even now, I struggle to believe my eyes!] another exclaimed.
[Goodness, why is someone else's five-year-old a genius while I toil for a modest monthly wage at twenty-five and a half?] someone lamented.
[This Lucas fellow is loathsome. He consented to the contest, yet upon defeat, had the gall to demand recompense. Fortunately, the 7th Engineer exuded confidence and mounted a swift counteroffensive!] another opined.
[His mother stood by his side throughout, speaking so gently. She must be truly exquisite!] someone gushed.
Curious bystanders, typically disinterested in online affairs, gravitated towards the trending topic due to its IT association. Post-viewing, they proffered their reflections.
Soon, the comment section brimmed with Secretary Woods references.
[So, his mom is a female star? She's positively stunning!] one netizen remarked.
Observing this, others hastened to clarify, [Fiona is not a female star. She's an entrepreneur and the scion of the Rhoads family empire!]
On the opposite side of the world, Lucas endeavored to salvage his creation.
However, Charles afforded him no quarter.
It marked the first instance of such unwavering resolve from Charles.
In addition to Lucas's provocation, his prior disparaging remarks about Fiona exacerbated matters.
Following an abortive attempt at redemption, Lucas once again resorted to internet lamentation.
[I don't understand. We were merely vying against each other. Why did Charles have to be so ruthless? Such callousness at his age! He'll undoubtedly become a societal menace in adulthood!]
He promptly deleted the post.
Then, he posted anew, [Years of toil dashed in an instant. Such cruelty at his tender age!]
This time, he refrained from deletion.
Beneath it, derisive comments swiftly amassed.
[You brought this upon yourself and now blame others for callousness!]
[Amusing. With the 7th Engineer's prowess, if I were provoked by you, I could inflict even greater harm!]
[When unable to match someone's skill, you resort to insults. Now that you've been schooled, you feign victimhood. Lucas, you're quite the adapter!]
[Why lament over your subpar programs? Didn't he mention awaiting your legal pursuit for compensation?]
I quarreled with my wife yesterday because of you; she even ejected me from our home. And now, your true nature emerges!]
[Trash program! Refund my money!]
Lucas swiped at the screen incessantly.
Yet, no one rallied to his defense.
Enraged, his countenance flushed with fury.
He promptly eradicated the tweet.
But beneath other tweets, the vitriol persisted.
Lucas opted to disable the comments section altogether.
Then, he sought legal counsel.
Given his impending legal battle against Solomon and the Rhoads family's legal team, he required elite representation.
Yet, each attempt to secure aid was met with outright rejection upon disclosing his identity.
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