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.

meaningful glance at Ellar, Everett could only say, “Next time we meet,

Everett left Ellar’s office in

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

exhaled,

glanced sideways at

of him? I was

also claim you forged it,” Patricia retorted, glancing at

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

narrowed, her tone

was merely puzzled by Ellar’s attitude. As long

“It looks like we need to be

Nicole,” Patricia said, glancing at Ellar