My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

Snow was embarrassed but could only hold out her hand to Jared. 

“Hello Mr. Johnston, I am Snow, Nicole’s cousin. Nice to meet you.”

She smiled and fiddled with her hair, trying to impress Jared. No boy at school could resist her suggestive teasing, and she thought Jared was no exception. But Jared just nodded casually. 

“Nice to meet you.” Snow and Raine tried their entire bag of tricks to impress Jared but hit a wall when Jared snubbed them.

Norah immediately snapped back and wanted to smash down Nicole. 

“We are sorry for the blunder. We were just discussing the coffee beans, and Nicole was just spitballing. Hope you don’t mind if she is wrong.” Norah looked graceful. The way she pretended to speak for Nicole could not be b*tchier.

Nicole’s stomach churned, and she almost threw up.

Just then, Jared suddenly said, “Miss Riddle is right, this coffee bean is indeed a product of my Floezen manor, and she is spot on about the roasting method.”

Everyone gasped in surprise. The owner of this café was here, and he could not be lying. They never expected that what Nicole said was correct. Everyone looked at Snow and Raine with disgust, as it turned out that the two girls were just smart alecs.

Snow and Raine. They blushed in humiliation and wished the

point, Jared did not want to entertain the

to talk to Miss

her when they met last time. So why did he suddenly want to talk to her alone?

she knew this coffee bean so well was that someone gifted the coffee beans to her foster father, who, in turn, gave it to her because she liked coffee. So, could it be that Jared knew about her foster father? Her heart skipped a beat. Did this mean that she was likely to expose her identity? Before she knew it, Jared

a seat, Jared stared at her with a thoughtful look and

never sold the coffee beans produced in my estate in the market, and I have only given it to some relatives and friends. I wonder how you know so

her background could not be simpler. He had given the coffee beans and red wine from his estaté to some bigwigs. How could she, a little girl from the countryside, know about it?

know why she was asking this. After thinking for a while, he

Ellison and my grandfather are old acquaintances, and we have known each other

relieved and became bold when she heard this.

of acquaintances, and I once had the privilege of drinking coffee brewed from the coffee beans produced in

her relationship with Mr. Ellison was not a secret. Jared’s gaze deepened as he asked, “Are

genuine look in her eyes that told him she

He was a previous-generation giant figure of San Joto’s social