Sorry Sir I Don’t Want You Back by Little Angelic Devil

"What... What do you mean, Cherise?" he gulped. His identity as Ace was top secret. He wasn't ashamed of it, but when he started hacking, he was pretty naughty and hacked into some government databases, even though he helped strengthen their security after that. He didn't want his fans or anyone else to know about it, as it would ruin everything he had worked out until now.

Cherise crossed her arms across her body and raised an eyebrow calmly. "You seem to forget my background. It's easy for an Alster to find out who Ace is."

Tristan gulped again. There was no use denying it anymore, then.

"Fine." He threw his hand up in exasperation after being forced to reveal his secret identity. "But don't tell anyone about this, okay?" He showed her his puppy dog's eyes.

Cherise rolled her eyes at him and asked, "Why are you afraid for people to know you are Ace? Everyone knows you are like the third-best hacker in the entire world."

"You remember what I did when I first started..." his voice getting smaller toward the end, and his cheeks pinked from embarrassment.

"Yeah, you were reckless," Cherise smirked.

"Gosh, don't remind me," Tristan groaned and turned serious. "But Cherise, promise me not to divulge my identity as Ace. I'm working on a very important mission. They might kill me if they know I'm Ace and that I've been snooping for their information." Cherise just regarded him silently. Of course, she wouldn't tell anyone That Tristan was Ace. She didn't want to put his life on the line.

"Even if I tell anyone you are Ace, no one would believe me," Cherise smirked again, teasing him.

"Hey, you are hurting my feelings," Tristan gasped exaggeratedly, placing a hand over his heart. "Dramatic," Cherise snickered. "That's what makes me a top star." Tristan winked at her.

Cherise smiled and shook her head helplessly before saying, "So, do you want these jobs? But you have to split the money with me." "God, why are you like Q?" Tristan groaned again. "She also used to give me jobs, and I had to split the money I got with her."

"It's business," Cherise shrugged.

"Okay, okay," Tristan huffed, defeated. "Send me the details."

"Sending now," Cherise clicked on her mouse and forwarded the jobs she had selected for him.

Tristan's phone pinged with email notifications, and he read each assignment Cherise had sent him. "How did you get these types of jobs?" He glanced at her in between reading. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. "Don't tell me you are a hacker too." Cherise didn't deny or confirm and just let Tristan begin working on the ones he could with just his phone.

"By the way, Cherise. If you can easily find out that I'm Ace, you should know who Q and K are, right?" he asked without looking at her.

Cherise bit her lip to stop herself from laughing at him. How could he be so naive as to believe that the Alster family could find information about the three top-rank hackers?

"You know that Q is my boss, right?" he kept asking her without stopping his fingers from tapping his phone's keyboard. "Let me tell you a secret about her. She disappeared three years ago, but now she's back!"

"Oh yeah?" Cherise asked calmly as she saw Tristan's fingers working so fast. It seemed his ability had improved.

"Yeah." He nodded. "And get this. She was actually married, but thank God she is divorced now. Her husband must be an a*s to divorce the top hacker."

"Uh-huh," Cherise agreed with him. Hudson was an a*s, why shouldn't she agree with Tristan?

"She's just like you," Tristan said as he kept concentrating on his tasks. "You also disappeared for three years and suddenly said you are now divorced." Cherise's lips twitched as she heard Tristan's words.

"God, this one might be above my capability," he suddenly groaned. "I might need to contact Q about this one."

"Seriously, Cherise, how did you find such jobs?" He glanced at her. "People would usually only contact Q-" Then his eyes widened as he looked at her, at the jobs she had forwarded to him, and at her again. "Oh my God!" he shrieked as he stood up. His tone was so high it nearly bled Cherise's eardrums, but Cherise just quirked an eyebrow at him.

"You-You-You..." he stuttered, then squealed as realization hit him. "Cherise... You are Q!"

Cherise just deadpanned, not giving out anything, but Tristan was already striding to her side, throwing his arms around her, and rubbing his cheek against her.

"Cherise, I can't believe you are Q!" He looked at her with admiration and peppered her cheek with kisses. "You are like a hero, no, no, a heroine of mine!"

"Keep it down," Cherise hissed, pushing his face away. Tristan was really like a puppy who was slobbering her face with his saliva.

"You know no one should know I'm Q." She kept pushing him away but gave up because Tristan was too excited and wouldn't let her go.

"Okay, okay." He nodded happily. "Of course, I will keep it a secret."

"Go finish up whatever you can," Cherise said sternly, feeling that he was smothering her, and she threatened him, "Or I won't work with you anymore." Tristan let out a whining sound and reluctantly went back to the couch.

"Cherise, why did you tell me you are Q?" Tristan asked curiously.

"I thought you wouldn't realize it, with you being not so smart," Cherise shrugged.

"Hey, if I'm not smart, I won't be able to be one of the top three hackers in the world, okay?" Tristan complained.

Cherise smiled. He was just so easy to tease.

"I think it will be easier for us to discuss the organization," Cherise said thoughtfully. "Any new information?" She had been too busy actually to gather new information by herself. "Nah." Tristan shook his head and thought for a moment. "Maybe it wasn't a child trafficker organization? Maybe they just wanted you?"

"But what about the other boy?" Cherise swallowed and closed her eyes as the painful memory rushed back to her mind.

"How could they just disappear like that?" Cherise opened her eyes, blinking away her tears. "I mean... There should be traces of them, but there was nothing?"

"Cherise, I have a theory," Tristan said as he went to her and pulled her into his arms, this time comforting her instead of being the silly goose he usually was. "What's your theory?" Cherise sniffled in his arms.

"I think... They are backed by someone powerful," Tristan said slowly, and Cherise nearly choked in disbelief and laughter.

"I've thought about it, but it's impossible," she said.

"Why not?" Tristan pulled back to see her face, and his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Because Tristan, you, me, and K can hack into every organization, even powerful mafias or governments, but we didn't find anything," she explained.

"Hmm... But there are some we couldn't get information on," he replied.

"Such as?" Cherise asked.

"The royalties?" Tristan said, making Cherise stunned before she giggled.

"Why would a royalty kidnap me?" Cherise couldn't stop her giggle because it was such a silly thought. "They don't need me. They are much wealthier and more influential than the Alster Group." "Just a thought since I can't think of anyone else behind this," Tristan's lips curved up when he knew he sounded silly for thinking about it, too.

"And that boy.." Cherise sighed again. "There is no reason for royalties to kidnap children. What were they going to do with us? Making us into an experiment? That sounds ridiculous."

"Hmm..." Tristan thought about it again because Cherise was right. There was no point in royalties kidnapping children. "Well, we'll just need to keep searching for more information then." Cherise sighed and nodded. Why was it so hard to find out about what actually happened when she was kidnapped?

Suddenly, the door was knocked, and Neil entered, not even batting an eyelash as he saw Tristan hugging Cherise. He knew from Julian that they were close.

Tristan pulled back from Cherise and plopped down on the couch as Neil placed some documents Cherise needed to sign.

They worked silently until Cherise finished signing the documents. Like a puppy, Tristan wanted to follow her to her apartment, begging to taste her cooking.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

Cherise sighed and allowed him to come with her. It had been a while since she had cooked, and she didn't really like to cook for herself, so she allowed Tristan to follow her.

When they arrived at the underground parking lot, Cherise went straight to the elevator with Tristan's arm draped around her shoulder.

As the elevator was about to close, a hand stopped it, and Cherise looked at the person who appeared in front of her and froze.

'Oh, God... What is he doing here?' she groaned inwardly as her eyes locked with a pair of dark orbs she wished never to be in close proximity again.