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.

the face for both Snow and Raine. They blushed in humiliation and wished the ground

did not want to

I would like to talk

from such a charming man immediately aroused everyone’s envy. But it surprised Nicole because Jared was cold to her when they met last time. So why did

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

at her with a thoughtful look

market, and I have only given it to some relatives and friends. I wonder how you know so much about it?” He had not

beans and red wine from his estaté to some bigwigs. How could she, a little girl from the countryside, know about it? Nicole’s mind was racing, and she

did not know why she was asking this.

grandfather are old acquaintances, and we have known each other for many

relieved and became bold when she heard this.

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

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

eyes that told him she was not lying, he would have doubted and thought that this little girl

Ellison? He was a previous-generation giant figure of San