He was dressed in a suit—Naomi couldn't identify the brand, but it was clearly bespoke, subtly expensive. Tall and slender, his hands were in his pockets. In the moonlight, he seemed to have stepped from a manga; handsome, reminiscent of a masked anime character from Cynthia's childhood. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, behind which his large, deep-set eyes shone.

As she watched, a sense of familiarity washed over her. "Twins! Could it be you?" she exclaimed in shock. His calm composure finally cracked, a slow, warm smile spreading across his lips. His voice, smooth and warm, held a hint of tenderness and affection. "Long time no see, Big Boss!"

Naomi was so surprised she almost jumped. Circling him several times, she playfully punched his chest. "What the heck did you eat? You used to be so scrawny, and now look at you, towering over me!"

When Naomi was a child, she was the neighborhood boss, unbeatable in fights. The twins, two years her senior, had been small and slight. They also possessed sharp tongues and often provoked her. Once, she soundly defeated them both, establishing her dominance. As a result, they became her followers, calling her "Big Boss" for years.

"I never thought, after promising to grow up together, you'd stop growing halfway," he said with a gentle smile.

Naomi's smile faltered. She clenched and unclenched her fingers. "After all these years, you still have such a sharp tongue!"

He laughed, clearly in good spirits. "Thanks for the compliment, Big Boss."

It's really nice to see an old friend, Naomi thought, genuinely happy. They caught up, and before they knew it, four hours had passed. The sky was lightening, but neither seemed ready to stop.

Naomi said, "It's so great to see you today. There's a saying: true friends are the ones who knew you when you were just starting out."

"I never thought, after all these years, we'd still be able to get together. If we were having drinks, I'd definitely want a good one with you."

He smiled warmly. "There will be plenty of opportunities for that in the future."

"Today has been so much fun, but it's getting late. I need to go to bed."

"Sure, get some rest."

"I opened a bar in the south part of the city. It's called Naomi's Pledge. Come by tonight, and we can continue our chat over a drink."

"Sounds good."

"Bring some cherries. I have a friend who loves them, and I'll introduce you two."

"Alright, I will."

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Naomi was about to leave, but paused. Scratching her head, she asked, "Uh, which twin are you? Hector or Harvey?"

Hector was speechless. "We've been talking for four hours, and you still don't know who I am?"

Naomi adopted an innocent look. "You're twins, and you look exactly alike. I only remember Harvey has a mole on his butt, and Hector doesn't. So, do you have a mole or not?" Hector was at a loss for words.

When they were young, they bathed and fished in the stream at the foot of the mountain. Unable to tell them apart, Naomi would pull down their shorts. One had a large birthmark near his waist; that's how she distinguished them.

Leaning in, her face full of curiosity, she asked, "Do you have it or not? Let me see!"

Hector's face darkened, his composure cracking. He snapped, "No!"

Naomi's face lit up. "So, you're Hector. I'll call you Hector from now on."

She then asked, "What about Harvey? What's he been up to? Why didn't he come with you?"

Hector replied flatly, "He's in Starlight Cinema, making movies."

Naomi looked surprised. "Wow, that's impressive. He really made something of himself. He used to be so ugly, and now he's making a living with his looks. Though, foreigners' tastes are different from ours, aren't they?"

Hector was once again speechless.

After quitting her job, Cynthia helped Rachel renovate the store. Since Pearl Plaza and Hector's private hospital were nearby, Cynthia often went to Hector's for lunch and chatted in the afternoons.

Around four o'clock, Cynthia decided to leave, needing to get to Naomi's bar opening. Before leaving, she casually asked, "Dr. Xenos, do you want to go out tonight? You're always cooped up in the hospital; how are you ever going to find someone?"

Cynthia had known Hector for years. Despite his playboy looks, his life was incredibly simple. He didn't smoke or drink, and disliked parties or crowds. His only hobby was root sculpture. His office displayed his work, like a mini-museum. He'd often spend hours carving.

Hector rarely smiled, but a hint of one appeared. "I have plans tonight," he said. Cynthia sensed his good mood. He was usually gentle and composed, but emotional fluctuations were rare. She even saw a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes. She smiled. "Well, that's great then."

After leaving the hospital, Cynthia went to Naomi's Pledge. Though not large, the bar had a unique personality, even including a boxing ring—Naomi loved the aesthetics of violence. It was packed for the grand opening. Surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women, Naomi held a glass of whiskey and announced confidently, "Everyone, enjoy yourselves tonight. All drinks are on the house!"

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"Mr. Sullivan is so cool!" "Mr. Sullivan is such a real man."

This wasn't Betrico, and no one knew Naomi's true identity. Even in Betrico, where she'd lived for several years, only a small circle of the elite knew the Sullivan family had such a figure. Her attire and demeanor presented her as male; her rebellious air overshadowed her pretty face. Naomi enjoyed being called Mr. Sullivan. Turning, she spotted Cynthia entering. Ignoring the crowd, she went straight to her.

"Cyn, you finally made it," Naomi said, leading Cynthia to a booth. "I want to introduce you to someone."

"Who?"

"My little brotherI mean, my childhood friend."

Cynthia raised an eyebrow and leaned back. "Wasn't I your childhood friend?"

"I have another childhood friend, a neighbor from when we were kids."

Spotting a tall figure, she waved stylishly. "Hector, over here!"

This revised version corrects grammar, punctuation, and improves the flow of the narrative. It also removes unnecessary repetitions and clarifies some ambiguous phrasing.