But before he could catch a glimpse of the screen, Sheffield pressed the Enter key and said, "Done!"

He memorized the six digits and closed the pop-up window.

"Mr. Carlos, don't blink," he said with a naughty grin.

Carlos remained expressionless and watched him walk to the password lock on the door. Sheffield mumbled as he tapped in the numbers,

"5-8-9-7-3-2,""

Beep! The high-tech smart lock was now deactivated.

All three people in the room had different looks on their faces.

Sheffield had a devil-may-care smile; Evelyn was surprised and also excited. Carlos was on the verge of erupting as he fisted his palms.

When the two men made eye contact, the smug look in Sheffield's eyes seemed to be saying, "Gotcha, Mr. Carlos! I'm better than you thought I was, aren't I?"

Evelyn trotted over to Carlos and grabbed his sleeve nervously.

“Dad, you cannot go back on your words now."

Carlos was already fuming with rage. And his daughter had been siding with Sheffield all this while, which made him even angrier.

Rubbing his hands together, Sheffield asked in a mischievous tone, "So,

Mr. Carlos, may I have the honor of hanging out with your daughter today? Tomorrow is her birthday. I haven't had the time to buy a birthday gift for her."

“Humph! My daughter doesn't give a damn about your gift. Besides, what can you afford to buy her?" Even Carlos didn't understand what had gotten over him. He had now become a person who would take out his anger on someone with snappy comebacks. It was very unlike him.

Sheffield was clearly getting under his skin.

The young doctor smiled.

“I'LL buy her a lollipop. I'm sure she would appreciate something sweet after this sour episode."

He Looked at Evelyn and winked. She really did seem to be in a horrible mood. A Lollipop would probably make her feel better.

Carlos’ face became rigid at his words.

“You think my daughter is only worth a cheap lollipop?"

“Of course not, Mr. Carlos. I'll make sure to get her the most expensive lollipop in the market. There is no way I would buy her a cheap one. I take good care of her." As he spoke, Sheffield tried to slowly approach Evelyn.

Since she was standing next to Carlos, Sheffield was edging dangerously close to him as well.

“You have such a glib tongue," Carlos sneered. ‘What does Evelyn see in him?' he wondered.

“Well, thank you for the compliment." When Sheffield could almost touch