Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: A Cleaning Marathon

The next day soon arrived and sunlight spilled into the bedroom through the open window, but unlike the previous days, there was no one on the bed.

Instead, the room, usually filled with a mess of research papers and scrapped projects was neatly arranged today.

Both Liam and Lizzy had found themselves earlier than usual....or rather, they didn’t have an ounce of sleep as they made the entire house guest ready.

And that meant a whole lot of cleaning and discarding some unwanted stuff.

They wouldn’t want Ethan thinking that they lived in some kind of cave now would they.... Well, they could only do so much as the building itself was beyond saving.

"I’m tired," Lizzy grumbled as she slumped against the couch, her eyes, as usual, decorated with dark circles.

"Well, we’re almost done so you can rest for a while and I’ll handle the rest," Liam offered.

Unlike his sister who looked completely sleep deprived, he was energetic and didn’t look the least bit like he had also stayed up the entire night doing most of the cleaning.

He was pretty excited for Ethan’s arrival so even if he tried, he wouldn’t have gotten any sleep.

"I’m good," She answered, "I just need a shower."

"Yeah, you do that," he nodded, "I’ll take out these while you’re on it.

When he heard the door click shut, Liam exhaled, running a hand through his hair. He glanced around the now ’presentable’ living room.

The research papers had been stacked neatly into labeled boxes, the table wiped down, and even the flickering lamp had been replaced with a working bulb he’d ’borrowed’ from the stairwell.

Sure, the cracked walls and peeling paint still screamed ’we’re broke,’ but at least now it looked like two humans lived there instead of a pair of raccoons running a science fair.

His gaze drifted to the clock on the wall. 7:48 a.m. Ethan had said he’d be here by ten, so they still had a few more hours.

With that, he picked up the black trash bag and walked outside the apartment.

Halfway down, he passed old Mrs. Dobbins from Room 204, dragging her grocery cart up the steps one wheel at a time. "Morning, Mrs. Dobbins," he greeted.

The elderly woman squinted at him over her glasses. "Morning, boy. You finally cleaning that science junk outta your place?"

Liam chuckled sheepishly. "Something like that."

"’Bout time," she muttered, though her tone wasn’t unkind. "Maybe your sister will finally start finding other interests."

He said nothing and just gave a chuckle in response.

Liam knew exactly what she meant by other interests. No doubt, his sister was beautiful and Mrs Dobbins had seen that too, and her plan was to get Lizzy together with her son. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

But that plan wasn’t going on so we’ll since Lizzy barely, it ever left the apartment.

"Have a good day, Mrs Dobbie." He said with a smile as he continued down the stairs.

"You too, boy." She answered and added, "tell your sister I said hi."

"Will do." He replied.

By the time he reached the dumpster outside, the morning sun had fully risen past the horizon.

He tossed the bag in, wiped his hands on his jeans, and leaned against the rusted railing.

Inside, Lizzy was already out of the shower, her damp hazel colored hair tied back into a loose ponytail.

She was standing in front of the mirror that leaned on one of their living room’s walls, adjusting her hoodie, clearly trying to look ’decent’ but not like she cared too much.

Her hopes of Ethan helping them was close to none, so why bother put in too much effort. She only did this in the first place because she owed her younger brother.

"You look... presentable," Liam teased, closing the door behind him.

She shot him a glare through the reflection. "You’re one to talk, genius. You haven’t even shaved."

"Beards add character," he said, grinning.

"Yeah, the character of someone who forgot what a razor is."

He raised his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. I’ll shave before he gets here. Happy?"

"Ecstatic," she said dryly, sitting down and glancing at the clock.

"Oh and before I forget, Mrs Dobbie said hi." Liam informed with a grin on his face.

"I see," she nodded with a light smile, but Liam wasn’t done yet.

"She was also wondering when you’ll start dating her son," Liam said with a laugh, only to immediately move to the side as a slipper went past him.

"You mi—" before his words could be completed a second slipper landed squarely on his face.

"Damn it," he muttered as he gripped his nose where it had hit, "you’ve got terrible aim, you know that?"

Lizzy folded her arms, one eyebrow raised. "Really? Looked like a direct hit to me."

"Yeah, well—" Liam straightened, rubbing his face with a mock glare, "—violence isn’t gonna make Mrs. Dobbins’ son any less single.... Maybe that’ll just drive him away."

Lizzy rolled her eyes. "Keep talking and I’ll make you single from your teeth."

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