Then he sent a WeChat message to Kenneth Osborne: Mr. Osborne, we're having a party in the backyard tonight. Wanna join us?
Kenneth Osborne didn't see this message at all.
He was busy tracking the external IPs that had attacked their website over the past six months, searching and recording.
By the time he saw the message, it was already 7:30 PM.
He shook his head and replied: No need, I'm busy, thanks.
At this moment, Edward Foster was lying side by side with Lawrence Winters on the wicker lounge chairs on the backyard terrace.
Lawrence Winters frowned and asked, "Neither Abigail nor Mr. Osborne is coming?"
Edward Foster laughed a bit guiltily and said, "I asked them, and they both said they weren't coming."
"It's just dinner, why wouldn't they come? Do they not eat dinner?" Lawrence questioned puzzledly.
"Hehe, I asked if they wanted to come for a barbecue party. People like them can't waste time, you know?" Edward Foster gleefully patted himself on the back.
