My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

Everett’s eyes narrowed slightly as he was aware that Patricia was no simple character. Given her statement, he wondered whether it was a psychological tactic or if they possessed other evidence.

It was clear that Ellar was at a disadvantage, yet their insistence on following legal procedures made him feel somewhat uneasy, concerned he might have overlooked something.

“Fine, let’s proceed with legal action. I’m calling the police right now,” El I ar said, clutching the document Everett had given him. This was evidence, after all.

A flicker of unease crossed Everett’s mind, sensing something was amiss.

With a slight narrowing of his eyes, Everett asked again in a serious tone,” Are you sure about this?”

“Hmph, we’ll see,” Ellar responded, unwilling to show weakness.

Everett forced himself to remain calm, knowing he wouldn’t get a resolution today and had no choice but to leave.

glance at Ellar, Everett could only say, “Next time we meet, I hope you can

left

was indeed puzzled deep down, preferring not to entangle further with Ellar until he had time to

finally exhaled, wiping his

Patricia glanced sideways

him? I was just worried

that it’s in your hands, he could also claim you

the document behind?’ Ellar’s face paled slightly. “So, all that effort

narrowed,

was merely puzzled by Ellar’s attitude. As long

nodded. “It looks like we need to be

said, glancing at Ellar before leaving the