“Compared to you, I am a newbie. God, can you please guide me in the game more often? Please consider doing it because I am so weak. Sob.” North wrote.

“Okay.” Seven responded.

“God, you are the best! Oh, yeah. Are you a professional player?” North asked.

“No.” Seven replied.

When Stanley Batton returned, the first thing he saw was the messages Sharon Lindt sent on her phone. He immediately started frowning.

Did his mother just ruin his heroic reputation? Did she claim that he was weak and helpl