My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

Seeing Gary stare over, Wayne stopped talking. Jack looked at the two people in puzzlement. Just then, the school bell rang, and Ms. Emerson walked in to get ready for class. Jack scratched his head and opened the textbook, but his eyes involuntarily drifted toward Nicole.

‘She has a wasp waist.’

BANG!

“What are you doing, Gary?” The entire class looked back and saw that Jack had fallen to the ground along with his chair. He was rubbing his butt indecently, looking confusedly at Gary.

Jack’s question, he said faintly, “Oh, my foot slipped this time.” Ms. Emerson looked suspiciously at the two from the podium. She then asked Jack to put the chair back up before continuing the lesson. This time, Jack had learned his lesson; he stopped looking at Nicole but stared

Emerson. The longer he stared at her, the more peaceful he

many eyes in the dormitory. She had better sit at the café and work on

case, Lulu said nothing

sat down at her usual spot. It was her professional habit to find the safest spot wherever she went. The corner was well lit but not directly facing the window. There was also a thick partition separating her table from the adjacent ones, but this did

of life were going online, doing their stuff at the café. So it

Specter was not online, so she left him a message, telling him she was safe before going offline. She then logged in to her new account, ready to check the progress of the $10-million mission