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.

was a slap in the face for both Snow and Raine.

Jared did not want to entertain the others anymore.

I would like to talk

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

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

Jared stared at her with a thoughtful look and

produced in my estate in the market, and I have only given it to some relatives and friends. I wonder how you know so much about it?” He had not carefully checked Nicole’s background last time because she was

and he thought 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

not know why she was asking this. After thinking for a while, he

are old acquaintances, and we have known each

was relieved and became bold when she

once had the privilege of drinking coffee brewed from the coffee beans produced in your estate.” Nicole thought she had

was not a secret. Jared’s gaze deepened as he asked,

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

He was a previous-generation