Sarah Bolton considers himself the most powerful data analyst in this city. He can turn everything he sees into data, then, faster than a computer, calculate all possible outcomes from various data combinations.

But the only thing he cannot analyze is the girl in front of him. Where did she come from? Why is she so adorable? Why is she so completely without caution? Why did she meet him?

Perhaps this is fate. The analyst in Sarah Bolton can’t help but wonder: what would happen if he really ended up with Grace Miller?

Oh my, a girl who doesn’t even pull down her pants to pee would surely drive someone crazy, right? But even with all these troubles, this unrealistic girl made Sarah Bolton feel, for the first time, that in this world, there is someone who truly needs him. This feeling of being relied upon is wonderful.

While waiting at a crosswalk for the light to change, a huge billboard ahead was playing a trailer for a romance movie. The male lead held the female lead tenderly and uttered the cheesiest line, “I love you.” Then came the inevitable kiss... Actually, it was an adult film, but the trailer had cut out the later scenes.

“Mm? Mmm.” Grace Miller looked at Sarah Bolton in confusion.

“Hey kid, what are you looking at? Don’t watch that.” Sarah Bolton covered Grace Miller’s eyes, but Grace Miller broke free and continued to ask curiously, “Mmm?”

“You want to know what that is?” Sarah Bolton scratched the back of his head awkwardly. “Well, that’s called kissing. It’s something people do when they’re in love. But under these dark clouds, love doesn’t really exist. Everyone only loves themselves. To survive, they’d be willing to be pigs or dogs. Lovers, family—if the price is right, everything can be sold off.

So-called priceless love only exists in movies, and even then, only in adult films.”

“Mmm?!” Grace Miller’s eyes showed sadness, and she gripped Sarah Bolton’s hand even tighter.

“Don’t be afraid! I won’t sell you, because I’ve already become a group manager. I’m on my way to the top, and soon I’ll be calling the shots!” Sarah Bolton smugly patted Grace Miller’s head.

“Mmm!” Grace Miller smiled again.

Meanwhile, three kilometers away, Joan of Arc, clad in a black mechanical body that blended into the night, was lying flat on a rooftop, swirling a galaxy lollipop in her mouth. In her hands was a three-meter-long heavy electromagnetic sniper rifle. Through the square electronic optical scope, Joan of Arc could even see the affection in Sarah Bolton’s eyes for Grace Miller.

“Kid, you’ve fallen for quite the girl. Too bad she’s mine, so you can’t have her.”

Joan of Arc’s finger naturally touched the trigger. With just a gentle squeeze, Sarah Bolton’s head would be blown to bits, impossible to even collect.

But just then, a dozen hovering transport aircraft roared overhead, forcing her to pull her optical camouflage cloth tighter to avoid being spotted by Alexander Hamilton.

Seeing the logo on those aircraft, Joan of Arc couldn’t help but sneer, “Tch, Alexander Hamilton’s dogs sure move fast.”

Happy times are always short-lived. When Sarah Bolton led Grace Miller to the entrance of the Public Security Bureau, he finally understood the deeper meaning of that saying. At this moment, he wished he were still lying in his shabby little room, holding Grace Miller, continuing to dream those indescribable sweet dreams.

“I’m such an idiot...” Sarah Bolton wanted to slap himself, but could only say, “Alright, you’ll be home soon. You’re so silly, don’t run around by yourself anymore, or something bad will definitely happen.”

“Mmm?” Grace Miller didn’t understand what Sarah Bolton meant at all. She just held his hand and refused to let go.

Sarah Bolton came to report to the police. The receptionist glanced at his work badge, saluted, and jumped up from her seat. After all, they belonged to different departments of the same group, and Sarah Bolton’s administrative rank was exactly the same as the deputy director of the Public Security Bureau!

So, Sarah Bolton didn’t have to go through any paperwork or questioning. He was directly escorted by a group of security officers into the director’s office, where the director personally took Grace Miller’s photo and fingerprints and rushed to the database to compare them.

This was an era where everyone’s personal information was fully recorded. Finding Grace Miller’s family was only a matter of time.

But this time, the one they found was...

“Henry Clark sir, the target has been located. An internal group member took her to the Public Security Bureau in the Third Federation City of Gette. The Alexander Hamilton escort team has been dispatched to assist.” In the near-orbit God’s Ring, inside the office of the executive director of the Alexander Hamilton Group, a servant stepped forward to report.

“Joan of Arc that bitch is looking for her too. Just in case, send William Parker over. Anyone who dares to get in the way dies. Even if you have to destroy that city, bring her back to me!” Henry Clark said with a ferocious expression.

Chapter 5: For her, what’s wrong with waging war against the world?

They were about to part ways. A twelve-hour encounter was coming to an end.

Maybe they would meet again someday, at a banquet for high officials, or at the wedding of some powerful figure. But Grace Miller would no longer be the girl tightly holding his hand, smiling at him as if she had never seen the sun before.

“Grace Miller, after today, will you still remember me?” Sitting on the maglev sofa in the director’s office, Sarah Bolton stared at Grace Miller, unable to help but ask.

“Mmm?”