My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

Come in,” Nicole called out.

Patricia entered, looking a bit tired. “Ms. Riddle…” “Come, join US for lunch first,” Nicole suggested, noticing Patricia’s busy morning.

“Sure,” Patricia agreed, taking a seat on the couch.

After lunch, Patricia began, “There’s an issue with the raw materials.”

“Everett’s behind this again, isn’t he?” Lulu clenched her teeth in frustration.

“Yes,” Patricia nodded. “The cargo ship that arrived at the port had the wrong goods. We checked everything before it left, so something must’ve gone wrong on the way.”

Patricia added after a short pause, “I found out they swapped the goods at the last maintenance stop. So now, the real goods are probably with Everett.”

Nicole squinted a bit. “So, where are they now? Still in San Joto or at the last stop?”

“I’ve got someone checking, but no updates yet,” Patricia replied.

the news then,” Nicole said, her tone getting colder. She figured once she knew where the materials

“Doesn’t this mean Everett might try to ambush US?” After all, Everett would likely expect that they would send someone to

an ambush, we’ll handle it coolly,” Nicole said

was just trying to mess with her. Finding the

a disadvantage against Everett, especially

up at Patricia, Nicole said, “You’ve worked hard.

stood up, saying, “I’ll report back as soon as there’s

the office before turning to Lulu, “It’s okay now,

Nicole, “Since there’s nothing we can do right now, you should rest

with a gentle smile,

leaned against the couch, her gaze growing increasingly

rang, jolting her out of her thoughts. She

should be all healed up after today. Will you be able to swing by after work?” Martin’s voice carried a hint

we’ll be there,” Nicole replied, feeling

any more delays