Doleman was completely stunned. He never expected Viola Thompson to actually be such a big Boss. The Taro Milk Tea revelation was shocking enough. Doleman swallowed hard. After that, he barely caught a word of what Captain Dragon said—it all blurred together. To be honest, even Captain's voice was shaking as he nervously said toward the end, "Big Boss, maybe you should have the captain's insignia instead…" How could he continue to call himself the captain with someone like Viola Thompson around? It felt inappropriate. Viola smiled lightly, "I don't have experience." Captain: "..." You don't need experience, you just need ability! With Viola Thompson as the Boss, making the top three in the competition could not have been easier. It was like children play-fighting while a parent showed up holding an atomic bomb. After the competition ended, Cleveland excitedly connected to Viola Thompson via voice chat, "Master! Master, I've just realized how incredibly powerful you are!" He was beside himself with excitement! Viola remained calm, "Cleveland, similar situations will probably happen again in the future. You need to learn to stay composed." Cleveland's eyes widened. "Master, do you have more secret identities?" So my Master is a hidden Boss! God, this is way too exhilarating! "I do." Viola didn't deny it. "Like which ones?" Cleveland asked. Viola started counting on her fingers. "Hmm, Tilan Russell, Suwen, Tnate Singleton, Jue… That might be it? I can't really remember them all!" Cleveland had thought all of Master's secret identities were related to the hacker world. They spanned across all industries. What kind of otherworldly Master is this? "Master, you are absolutely my idol!" Cleveland added immediately. "What? Was I not your idol before?" Viola raised an eyebrow slightly. "Of course you were!" Cleveland quickly replied, "But now, you're even more of an idol to me!" Viola chuckled softly. Just then, Mary Perryne's voice came from the door. Viola continued, "Alright, I can't chat anymore, I've got something to do. Oh, by the way, I sent a wedding invite to your friends too. You guys can come together." "Got it, Master. Thank you, Master! Long live Master!" Viola hung up the phone and went to the door. "Mom." Mary Perryne said, "Your Aunt Summer delivered the baby; we're heading to the hospital to see her now." Viola looked surprised. "So soon?" Mrs. Summer had only been pregnant for about nine months now. Mary Perryne lowered her voice. "I heard it was caused by some stress to the baby. There are lots of rumors about the exact reasons. Fortunately, the baby was delivered safely—it's a boy. Change your clothes and I'll wait for you downstairs." Her words carried a subtle undertone. Something must've happened—Mrs. Summer wouldn't suddenly be stressed without a reason. If anyone in the Summer family wanted to prevent the child's birth, it had to be Jean Beckman. However, whether it was really her, the Summers hadn't explicitly said. "Alright." Viola nodded slightly. Mary Perryne walked downstairs while Viola turned around and went back to her room to change clothes. Cleveland hung up the phone and walked over to Doleman, wearing an impish grin and staring directly at him. Doleman felt chills run down his spine and rubbed his arms nervously. "Cleveland, why are you looking at me like that? You're scaring me." "Good, you should be scared," Cleveland said with his sly smile. "Brother Doleman, do you still remember that bet we made?" Follow current novels on novel✦fire.net When Cleveland called him 'Brother Doleman,' every hair on Doleman's body stood on end. At the same time, his guilty conscience was gnawing away at him. What should he do now? If only he hadn't gotten cocky with Cleveland earlier. Cleveland continued, "Brother Doleman, weren't you so full of yourself just three hours ago?" Doleman looked at Cleveland, "Dude, I was wrong. I was really wrong. Can you stop using that tone when you talk to me?" He was genuinely panicking at this point. But Cleveland had no intention of letting him off the hook. He pressed on, "Brother Doleman, when do you plan on livestreaming yourself eating the stink-stink?" Is it too late to regret now? "Brother Doleman, why aren't you saying anything? My dear brother! If you stay silent, I'll get worried! Brother!" Cleveland sounded like he was possessed by some spirit, making Doleman break out in sweat. Doleman turned to Cleveland, "Can you please stop talking like that?" "Nope," Cleveland grinned while staring at Doleman, "Brother Doleman, today is destined to be the day you pay for your sins!" Doleman: "I'll agree to anything else except eating *that*! Please spare me!" Cleveland smiled mischievously. "No can do, Brother Doleman. A gentleman's word is his bond. Who was it back then who bragged, saying anyone who went back on their word would be a little puppy? Now, who's the real puppy here, huh?"