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.

confirmation was a slap in the face for both Snow and Raine. They blushed in humiliation and wished the ground would swallow

this point, Jared did not want

me. I would like to talk to Miss Riddle

last time. So why did he suddenly want to talk to her alone? It was at this time

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 had brought her into a private lounge as everyone looked

taking a seat, Jared stared at her with a thoughtful look and asked in

produced in my estate in the market, and I have only given it to some relatives and friends. I wonder how

the coffee beans and red wine from his estaté to some bigwigs. How could

know why she was asking

are old acquaintances, and we have known

and became bold when she heard this.

also kind of acquaintances, and I once had the privilege of drinking

all, her relationship with Mr. Ellison was not a secret. Jared’s gaze deepened

for the genuine look in her eyes that told him she was not lying, he would have doubted and thought that this little girl was

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