My Wife is a Hacker (Nicole Riddle and Jared) novel Chapter 1209

Chapter 1209

‘Do you agree with me, Mr. Johnston?’ Fiorella abruptly stopped and asked.

"Yeah, you're right.’ Jared tapped his glass against hers with a clink.

Castor, pour Miss Fisher some wine,” Jared ordered.

Hearing this, Castor quickly poured some wine for Fiorella.

Fiorella looked at Castor and began to lecture him, "It's a pity, Castor. You weren't born with good parents, so you weren't properly educated.

Their actions almost cost you the second half of your life too. Fortunately, though, you were born into a good family.

Look at Mr. Johnston. We're all around the same age, but he's so much better than you. | think he is what you should strive to be. Whatever you do in the future, you should think of him as a frame of reference and make informed and meaningful decisions based on that."

"Yeah, you're right, Miss Fisher." Castor could only listen and nod, as he was afraid of getting into a spat with her.

In truth, he loathed Fiorella. He hated her even when Henry was still around, and now that he needed to listen to her lectures with a smile, he became even more frustrated.

"Castor, Miss Fisher is a smart woman. You should learn a thing or two from her," Jared praised.

‘A toast to you, Mr. Johnston.” Fiorella raised her glass and toasted.

The dinner was nearing its end, but when Fiorella noticed that Castor did not look like he was smart enough to take the cue that he was supposed to be leaving soon, she pondered for a moment and said, "Have you looked at the details of the project?"

Castor looked at her and said, ' Not yet.”

Fiorella rolled her eyes at him and chided, "What? You should have been familiar with everything about the project before you even began. How can you work with me tomorrow if you haven't looked at it?"

"Well..." Castor did not know what to do, so he glanced at Jared before turning his gaze back to Fiorella.

Jared smiled. "You're hilarious, Miss Fisher. The only thing that's waiting for me at home is that huge pile of documents."

"Well, there’s no need to be in such a rush to go home, then," she said.” Work is never-ending, so just keep me company and let me enjoy myself tonight, would you?”

Fiorella had tried really hard to get him here, so she would not let him go if she was not satisfied.

"When we're done with this drink, let's hang out in my club. You made me really happy tonight, so I'll return you the favor too.” Fiorella stuck her glass against his and chugged its contents down.

"Let's go, Mr. Johnston,” Fiorella said and walked out.

Jared stood up and walked out with her. When Max saw Jared, he immediately walked up to him. “Are you going back home, Mr. Johnston?”

Before Jared could respond, Fiorella rolled her eyes at Max. "What do you mean 'go home’? Take US to my club."