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.

Doretta than meets the eye?’ Ellar, taken aback, responded, "As far as

you notice something?" He pondered, 'Patricia

on that I've missed?' Seeing Ellar's confusion, Patricia could only sigh, dismissing it with, "It's

proof, sharing her suspicions

herself, silently noting he might not take her word for

I've got someone watching over the

get the upper hand," Ellar tried to reassure her, a smile playing

to show he had grown, no

seeing him somewhat like a child

of security.' With a slight frown barely visible, Patricia responded, "Alright, I should head back now." As Patricia turned

else?" Patricia turned back, her expression one of

her hand, his suggestion coming out somewhat awkwardly, "It's

not stay and eat together?" "No, thanks." Patricia barely

Ellar called out with a

door swung open, revealing

here?" Ellar was visibly