Chill Out, Hendrix!

Although Everly wasn't a gamer, she knew that must be devastating. Thinking about the call from Lawrence this morning, Everly felt some sympathy for him.

"I might be able to get the code back. Do you need my help?" Sofia said.

Beth had an acute sense. Her gaze fell on the attractive woman, who was wearing black-rimmed glasses, and found her eyes so cold that they reminded Beth of cold-blooded animals.

Why did a painter know how to program?

Sofia knew too much as a painter, didn't she?

Beth was sizing her up quietly. She had intended to refuse but changed her mind at the last minute. "That's great. I've been so worried recently. I have been coding for my client. But the product manager raised some unreasonable requests. I pulled several all-nighters. But my boyfriend ruined everything."

Everly, who was in the passenger's seat, glanced at Beth through the rear-view mirror and knew Beth was lying.

But as they were still friends, Everly didn't expose her lie.