My Wife is a Hacker (Nicole Riddle and Jared) novel Chapter 1090

Then, he went back to the table, took aim, and prepared himself for the winning shot, but before he went on to strike the cue ball, he glanced over his shoulder back at Nicole.

"Are you sure you are not going to concede defeat?"

Nicole waved her hand as if to dismiss him, and Carl proceeded to pocket the eight - ball.He walked over to Nicole with a look of smug satisfaction on his face.

"You refused to concede even after I've given you the chance, but I've won anyway."

"What's so humiliating about that? It is just a game.Now that we have eaten and had our fun, let's get out of here."

Nicole walked out with a confident gait, as if she had not lost the game at all.

"You know, there is something about your composure that tells me that it is not genuine,"иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σмCarl ran after her.

Soon after, Nicole arrived at the reception desk and met the service staff.

"May I have the tab, please?"

The service staff looked at her, and in a respectful tone, said, "Miss Riddle, as someone who possesses a gold card, you aren't required to pay."

Before Nicole could utter a word in response, Carl turned to the staff member in shock.

"Wait, we aren't required to pay because she has a gold card?"

"Sir, let me explain it to you," the staff member said.

"Miss Riddle is a gold card holder, and one of the privileges afforded to her, but not our regular patrons, is that she isn't required to pay a dime when dining in our establishment."

Carl stared at her, flabbergasted at what he just heard.

"I didn't know that you were held in such high esteem."

"Well, since none of us are required to foot the bill, let's just go."

Nicole walked out with a look of indifference, devoid of even a single ounce of pride.

Along the way, as she drove him to Martin's factory, Carl darted her a look.

"Where are we headed to now?"

"To the factory."

"The factory? What are we even going there in the first place?"

Carl asked in a state of puzzlement, wondering if she did own a factory.

"What's on your mind?" she replied.

"You're probably thinking to yourself that I don't own such a place, aren't you?"

"Wait, how do you know what I'm thinking?" Carl eyed her with incredulity.

"Are you reading my mind?"