My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

After amoment's thought, Patricia started the car and followed the man.

At a corner, the man removed his hat, glanced around with a smug look, then climbed into a car parked by the roadside and drove off.

Patricia snapped photos of both the man and his car, sending them straight to Charlie with instructions to dig deeper.

Later, Patricia made her way to Ellar's office.

"What brings you here?" Ellar's surprise at seeing her was tinged with a note of happiness.

"Nicole asked me to keep an eye on things here," Patricia said, pausing before asking, "Everything alright on your end?" "Absolutely, everything's running smoothly," Ellar assured her.

Patricia's brows knit together slightly.

"No unusual incidents, or unexpected visitors?" Having just seen Doretta downstairs, she couldn't help but speculate, 'Doretta's visit...

was it to see Ellar? And that man she was dealing with seemed off.

meets the eye?’ Ellar, taken aback, responded, "As

pondered, 'Patricia

Seeing Ellar's confusion, Patricia could only sigh, dismissing it with, "It's nothing." Realizing he was

concrete proof, sharing her suspicions

to unravel the mystery herself, silently noting he might not take

got someone

hand," Ellar tried to reassure her, a smile playing on his

an attempt to show he had grown, no

somewhat like a child

Patricia responded, "Alright, I should head back now." As Patricia turned to

"Something else?" Patricia turned back, her expression one of

Patricia's gaze, quickly released her hand, his suggestion coming out somewhat awkwardly, "It's nearly

and eat together?" "No, thanks." Patricia barely started her refusal when a

Ellar called out with a

revealing Doretta to

Ellar