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.

Ellar, Everett could only say, “Next time we

left Ellar’s office

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

exhaled, wiping his forehead. “Finally

Patricia glanced sideways at

of him? I was just worried he’d

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

document behind?’ Ellar’s face paled slightly.

narrowed, her

Ellar’s attitude. As long as they followed the

“It looks like we need to

to see Nicole,” Patricia said, glancing at Ellar before leaving