“You're not a normal hacker.

Are you Star Anise?"

"You're right, but I'm not him." The corners of Sheffield's lips quirked up.

“I am his disciple, and my code name is Eleven."

Eleven? Matthew frowned and racked his brain to think more about

Eleven's information. It seemed there was indeed a hacker called

Eleven.

A few years ago, Star Anise did say that he had a disciple named

Eleven.

If Sheffield was indeed Eleven, it would be easier for him to break into the defense system of Hilton Group. But Matthew was a cautious man and it was not easy to fool him. He felt that something was wrong.

Before he could figure it out, Sheffield approached him and put one arm on his shoulder.

“You're my buddy now. We're supposed to take care of each other. From now on, when you come back to Alorith, I'll Look out for you no matter what happens."

Matthew stared at Sheffield as if the latter had developed a pair of horns. 'What? You must be kidding! Do I need a man like you to protect me?' he sneered inwardly. He could feel Sheffield's wrist on his shoulder that he longed to twist and break. He took a deep breath to restrain his impulse and demanded, "Get your hand off me!"

Sheffield was amused at how Matthew was eyeing his arm. He sighed, but he did not move his arm.

"Actually, I'm also a neat freak like you. So you can rest assured that I'm clean. If you don't believe me, you can ask Eve or smell me. By the way, I had sprayed Eve's perfume over me today. I also have men's perfume. But you know, your sister and I didn't go home last night, so I didn't bring it with me."

Sheffield and Evelyn bought two bottles of perfume for couples. When she was using her perfume in the car earlier today, he approached her and kissed her on the cheek.

That was how her perfume was sprayed on his body.

His indifference made Matthew's face completely darken.

"Sheffield

Thompson!"

Sheffield's amusement reached the seventh cloud at Matthew's reaction.

“Are you angry?" He slowly withdrew his arm from his shoulder.

“ALL right. ALL right. I'll get the dust off you." He patted Matthew's shoulder and brushed off the imaginary dust.

Matthew was so pissed off that he really wanted to throw one punch after another at Sheffield. No one had been able to stand so close to him, what to speak of putting a hand on his shoulder. Even his two best friends wouldn't dare to do this to him. Sheffield was the only one who had done this.

When they went downstairs, Matthew was still in a bad mood. To the onlookers, it looked like he had just eaten something bitter that made his face red in anger. But when they turned toward Sheffield, they were surprised to find him chuckling. If both men weren't straight, the onlookers would have guessed that Sheffield took advantage of Matthew.