My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

CHAPTER 1768

He was facing the window, but his eyes were fixated on his own reflection…

His charming face now had a bandage over it, and he looked utterly disheveled.

“Just wait and see. I will return these wounds to you.” ‘Just you wait, Jared Johnston.’

And thus, it was now a battle between Jared, the bold lion, and Everett, the cunning fox.

Everything had come to light, and so, Nicole had been living happily for the past few days.

She did not have any problems with her schoolwork and would show up to film after classes. The recent scenes Nicole had shot rarely involved Lloyd, and so, she was mainly working with the other actors. All of it ran smoothly and the production pace increased tremendously.

It was said that Chloe still refused to back down, and wanted to file a lawsuit against the Holder family’s crew. However, with the surveillance footage firmly in their hands, winning was an impossibility for her. Chloe had not been discharged from the hospital yet, but she was already going around asking for money to fund her company.

Jared and Lloyd’s investigation to be completed, so that she could

her thoughts after talking to Zane on the

well. He had already found the key person and could already gain a rough estimation

succeeded, they might even be able to retrieve all of the

it out, she went downstairs for breakfast. It was the weekend, and so, her family was at home. Nicole had gotten the weekends off

down the stairs in carefree fashion. “Don’t you

on. You’re awesome!” “Yeah, they shot my scenes first because they did not want to take more of my time. So, my scenes are back-to-back, and it’s more convenient for me since I’m the one who’s in control,” she explained, as it was obvious that the production process would be quicker

later, so I probably won’t be able to keep

whether she would have free

at Nicole with deep longing in his eyes. “Ever since Mr. Johnston

10 pm, when they

Nicole lied. She did not miss the noisy twins

to him for

conversing as Stanley came downstairs, scratching his head. His hair was in a mess, and it seemed that he had been working until late at night. He had probably even gone