My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

Chapter 161

When Vivian heard about the matter regarding the exercise book, she thought of the instance she tossed the book onto the floor and could not help but to clench the sides of her skirt. She had no idea if Nicole had come to complain or not.

Seeing that she remained silent, Ms. Emerson continued, “Your neighbor, Oliver is usually calm and collected. He was worried about it, so he came to tell me that you were in a bad mood and hoped that I could counsel you, but you came here looking for me before I did.”

When Vivian heard this, her eyes widened. ‘My neighbor, that meek Oliver, actually came to Ms. Emerson to talk about me?’ she thought.

Seeing her shocked look, Ms. Emerson looked up and sighed, “Vivian, I have high hopes for you too, don’t let me down, okay?”

Vivian nodded as if she was in a trance as she left the office. Yet, the entirety of her attention was affixed to that “too” word.

‘Who else does Ms. Emerson has high hopes for?’

‘Nicole?!’

her chest felt like it was about to explode. ‘What right does Nicole have to be on equal footing with me in Ms. Emerson’s eyes?’ She hissed to

class, she immediately questioned Oliver with her eyes red. “Oliver, why did you snitch on me to Ms. Emerson? Don’t

heard about Ms. Emerson specifically mentioning Nicole’s exercise book, she thought that it was Oliver who told Ms. Emerson that she was the one who did that, causing Ms. Emerson’s

to tell her directly, so he just briefly told Ms. Emerson that Vivian was in a poor

anxious. He wanted to help her wipe her tears off, but she instead coldly took a step back as she glared at him. “You shameless cretin! Stay

as a bitter

this,’ He thought. Her special fondness for Gary notwithstanding, she was always cold

hand as he said somewhat softly, “Vivian, I’m sorry, I was

that, “Worried about me? You’re so worried that you snitched on me to Ms. Emerson? Who needs your

she said that, she walked toward Nicole,

bitch,’ she thought. ‘If it weren’t for her, Gary would not be acting like he had been bewitched, and I wouldn’t be scolded by Ms. Emerson, who had always