Chapter 568

Maeve glanced up at Charlie, who was furiously typing away at his computer. She couldn't help but comment, "Isn't it enough already? Now, one out of every ten comments is calling Sergio a jerk." "Damn it! Zion said it has to be one out of every five! How much longer do I have to keep this up?" Charlie wanted to give up. It was utterly humiliating for him, the dignified CEO of the Foster Group, to play the role of a keyboard warrior. Lyra placed a dish on the table and said, "There's no other way. Finding a keyboard warrior online is risky for people like us. Besides, your computer skills are top-notch." Everyone had moved to Zion's new home, a 6 thousand-square-foot villa in the city center. Zion didn't like large houses, but this one was perfect for the necessary space and facilities. "Finish typing and wash your hands. It's time to eat," Lyra said as she set the table. Maeve put down her phone, looked at the dishes, and then at Lyra in her apron. "Did you make all this, Lyra?