My Wife is a Hacker by Summer
Chapter 417
'My eyesight is good.I saw the handwriting on the shirt...It was Nicole's signature I have seen countless times on her homework! 'For Gary to have Nicole's signature in his bag only means one thing: he has betrayed me!' Vivian looked at Gary's departing silhouette as she bizarrely calmed down.
‘I cannot blame him.It's all that succubus, Nicole's fault.
‘Harvey was right, that Nicole is totally a demon!'
Thinking of this, Vivian walked to Nicole's already empty desk and toppled it onto the ground.
The latter's books then scattered all over the floor, yet Vivian did not hold back and instead viciously stomped on it a few times.
There were a few classmates who had not yet left and were looking at her in shock.
Vivian then let out a gentle smile.
"I'm fine.It's just that the stress for the exam is a bit high."
back to
she went through
then replied with an emoji of him rushing
Nicole's eyes before quickly disappearing.She gently tapped her
and it was by a
curtain onto her face, making her look
happened to catch a passing glance and was stunned
a while before he snapped back as he took his phone out and wanted to
floating next to her snow-white face
was inside his shutter frame, the girl's figure suddenly disappeared, and in her place was
narrow- waisted, with a cold pride to it, it was the back of the man that Claus was most familiar
his boss, giving him a
Nicole.You sure are stingy, Mr.Johnston!' Claus resentfully returned to stirring the syrup in the mixer as he started working again without daring to
hard enough to get a job at this day and age, might
About My Wife is a Hacker by Summer - Chapter 417
My Wife is a Hacker by Summer is the best current series of the author Summer . With the below Chapter 417 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 417 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com