Novel & Cerita I'm Done Waiting

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They kicked back on after a few changes and he smiled at his progress, regardless of the sinking feeling stuck in his gut. The man who was struggling with the machine earlier smiled brightly and clapped his hand on Landon’s shoulder. “Hey, thanks, Hunter. I don’t know how you did that, but I’m grateful it worked.” Landon was taken back that the man knew his name. He must work closely with Vincent. “No worries. Just do me a favor and restart the machine once you’re all caught up again.” The man nodded quickly and held his hand out. “I’m Connor, by the way.”

ready to go. Case closed.

Without hesitation, I open my notifications. Run.

When it finally hit 100%, I hit send. The page blinked once. Your submission has been received. I stared at the “sent” notification for another moment, then closed the laptop. That was all I could do for him now.

I kept a blind eye because I didn't want to ruin the best in life—even though it was built through lies and secrets. But then again, who could blame me for being selfish? 98% complete... I stood up from sitting on the bed and began pacing back and forth inside the room. Khein wasn't here and he's probably not gonna go home until 7 PM. Which means I have 3 left to finish this thing up. Otherwise I'm doomed. I took a deep breath. Glancing at the monitor, it says 99% complete. It was the longest minute in my life. I didn't know that waiting for a computer to complete its d******d is hard. It's harder than I thought. And when it finally said completed, I held my breath.

] I tuned it all out and kept going, checking the final data line by line. Ten seconds. I locked everything in and hit submit. At the same beat, Julian tapped his screen. "3, 2, 1—time's up!" The host's voice cut off—both screens went black. A system notice flashed. [Submission detected. Verifying results...] The studio went dead silent. All eyes locked on the main screen. My palm stuck to the mouse. I stared at the black monitor. One thought on repeat— This fair match, five years overdue, finally ends now.

The Harlow residence blazed with lights as maids busied themselves preparing the venue for tomorrow. I was sitting in the study when lines of text suddenly appeared before my eyes, scrolling rapidly with a kind of manic excitement. [Is the protagonist blind? She doesn't want such a good man and insists on that piece of trash?] [Tonight is the finale! That vicious supporting male character, Drake Weston, needs to exit the story already.] [As long as Drake and the fake heiress sleep together and the media catches them, the protagonist won't be able to go through with this marriage!]

Completely ready. To rest.