Novel Update
Chapter 539
Chapter 539
Chapter 539 Cynthia felt a twinge of pity for Zayn Of all the people to antagonize, he had to choose the Captain. Matthew made no move to step away from Cynthia. He opened his contact list and dialed a young coach’s number right there in the study. “Ladies and gentlemen, Zayn’s raucous laughter is now on air. Did you enjoy the custom tune I had set for you?” he gloated. Matthew had activated the speaker. “Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” an “Why, you could always beg me over a nice meal, apologize sincerely, and admit your mistake. Then I might have someone restore your phone to its former glory. Otherwise, consider your phone a goner.” Matthew kept silent, waiting for Zayn to finish his grandstanding. “Just a friendly reminder, this virus isn’t going anywhere, not even if you reset your phone,” Zayn was still gloating. In his mind, Matthew had probably removed the SIM card and placed it in a different phone to call him. The possibility that someone could actually fix it never occurred to him.
Matthew asked him, “Where are you right now?” “Brick Road. What’s up? Wanna come hit me? Too bad, I’m on my way home. You won’t catch me!” Zayn’s voice was all mirth and laughter. “Hitam.” Matthew ended the call. After estimating the time, he instructed Cynthia, “Embed it at six. Besides the earlier sentence, add’ Too bad, you won’t catch me, Muahahahaha’.” “Is he the paragliding coach we met today?” Cynthia recognized the voice as being somewhat familiar. “Yeah,” Matthew confirmed. “You told me you’d only known him two days longer than me,” Cynthia pointed out his lie Matthew responded nonchalantly, “Well, I didn’t want to know him anyways.” Cynthia was silent for a moment. It was quite clear from their conversation that Matthew and Zayn hadCopyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.
a long-standing friendship, possibly dating back to their childhood days. I am to implant the phrase ‘Man, come beat me up, too bad, you can’t catch me, haha’ five times?” she clarified while officially modifying the software. “Right, and make sure it mirrors his obnoxious tone,” Matthew affirmed. Cynthia’s fingers danced over the keyboard. In no time, she had implanted the virus into Zayn’s mobile phone; however, it would only activate at six o’clock. After her work was done, Matiliew responded to a group message, signifying all was set. At six o’clock that evening, Zayn was seated at his family dinner table. Just as he picked up his bowl, his phone began to vibrate. He pulled it from his pocket, thinking it was a call, only to have a taunting voice erupt from his device. “Mom, come beat me up. Too bad, you can’t reach me, haha!” The moment this voice blared out, the couple at the table immediately fixed their gaze on him, emitting a chilling aura. Zayn’s spine froze as he knew he was in trouble. “Mom, I can explain…” Before he could finish his sentence, the phrase blared out from his phone again. “Mom, come beat me up. Too bad, you can’t reach me, haha!” “I’ll show you whether I can catch you or not,” his mom thundered as she picked up a feather duster, striding toward him. menacingly. Frantically, Zayn pressed the power-off button, but to no avail. “Mom!! “Listen to me!”