My Boss is a Cyber Daddy

"You are already dead." A sheet of electronic paper glowed faintly blue on the door, its characters cold and rigid, as if crawled out from the depths of a system verdict. Brooke stood before it, fingertips trembling. This was no prank—this door was the only entrance to her apartment, and three hours ago, she had watched it burn to ashes in what was supposed to be an "accidental" fire. Yet here it was again, along with the man who should never have returned to her life. Victor stood at the end of the hallway, black trench coat damp with rain, his pupils flickering with streams of data-like light. He said nothing—just raised his hand. A coded command shot from his wristwatch, and the lock melted open with a soft hum. "How dare you come back?" Brooke stepped back, voice shaking. "I never left." He walked in, eyes scanning the unfinished comic on the wall—there he was, sharply dressed in a suit, bound by endless chains of data, a tiny line of text over his heart: **Only she can reboot me.** His throat moved slightly. Three days earlier, she’d secretly snapped his profile at a café, turned it into a four-panel comic, and uploaded it to a darknet forum with the caption: “Today’s cyber daddy—looking for adoption.” No one knew who ran that account. Except him. He was the CEO of the city’s largest neural network conglomerate, controlling the digital lifelines of millions—and yet, over a single anonymous doodle, he hacked city surveillance, pulled biometric records, traced an IP through seventeen jumps, and finally pinpointed this girl in the slums who always wore bright purple coats. In the office, he had publicly reprimanded her for negligence. "Your code is as messy as a love letter," he said. But that night, her terminal auto-updated with a new security protocol—source unknown, though antivirus logs revealed it originated from his private lab’s top-tier firewall. They’d never had a normal conversation. Only clashes of gaze, commands and defiance, rules broken and boundaries crossed. Until that night, under pouring rain, when she stayed late at work and found her car remotely locked. He sat in the passenger seat, lighting a cigarette—the flame illuminating half his sharp face. "Do you know why the company AI keeps flagging you as 'high emotional volatility'?" "Because you watch me," she whispered. "No." He exhaled smoke. "It's because when I look at you, the system loses control." And now, he stood here, fingers brushing the comic on the wall, voice low: "You said you wanted to be adopted by your cyber daddy..." He turned, pinning her against the wall, his electric whisper sliding into her ear: "Then are you ready… to accept a suspended death sentence?" Outside, the entire city’s lights abruptly went out. An emergency broadcast blared: 【Warning: Core AI "Pandora" has been hijacked. Origin traced—Victor K.’s private server.】 Brooke’s eyes snapped wide open. So he didn’t break into her world just for love. It was to turn her—by his own hand—into an accomplice of rebellion. Workplace nobody Brooke secretly thrives as a steamy webcomic artist. When she meets her perfect online boyfriend in person, he turns out to be her icy CEO boss! To avoid exposure and getting fired, Brooke frantically hides her identity, sparking a chaotic cat-and-mouse romance—only to discover his “player” persona is an elaborate scheme to win her heart.