My Wife is a Hacker (Nicole Riddle and Jared) novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271

When Snow heard that, she frowned a little as she silently pinched her sister.

Although this was something of common knowledge in everyone’s heart, no one had said it out loud.

Daniel was still their elder, and they still needed to keep up the appearance.
Although she felt that Raine had overstepped, she too thought that Daniel had no right to be seated there.

This was the common consensus, so she did not stop Raine from finishing what she said.
In any case, even Mr. Riddle Sr. usually acquiesced to this.
Raine then said, “Hey, Nicole.

Why don’t you get up and make way?”
Nicole did not even look at her as she slowly drank the bowl of hot soup in her hand.

Her delicate face bore no expression at all.
Gloria had said that she needed to drink it while it was still hot.
Seeing that Nicole was ignoring her, Raine was so angry she walked over to pull Nicole away.

A cold glint appeared in Nicole’s eyes, but at this moment, Mr. Riddle Sr’s extremely chilly voice rang out.
“Raine, who taught you to speak of your Uncle Daniel like that?”
Raine had already stretched her hand over, and when she heard Mr.Riddle Sr.asking her this, a look of consternation appeared on her face.
‘Hadn’t grandpa always turned a blind eye to the fact that everyone looked down on Uncle Daniel’s family?’
When Mr. Riddle Sr. said that, his eyes turned toward Dillon and Karen.

The look on his face was self-evident.
In his eyes, Snow and Raine were still young, and all of the problems were from this son of his!
When Karen saw Mr. Riddle Sr. asking that, she was already dissatisfied that both she and Dillon had been left out, so she muttered, “Isn’t that the truth?”
Mr. Riddle Sr.’s hearing was very good and immediately caught Karen’s disgruntled voice.

His voice instantly grew several degrees colder as he said.

This is how you lot usually treat Daniel.”
His mind and energy had always been on the Riddle Corporation, so he naturally had more contact with the sons who were working there.

It was inevitable that he somewhat neglected his youngest son, but he had never thought that his youngest son was useless, much less allow a young generation to speak to his son like that.
When Karen heard this, she brusquely responded, “Dillon is working hard to feed this freeloader, and we are supposed to deal with his whims?”
Dillon sat by the side; a look of self-contentment appeared on his face.
‘As long as I’m in the company, my position is always higher than Daniel’s.’ He thought.
When Preston heard this, he snorted out loud.
He knew that his father was doing nothing at all in the company.

It was already a blessing if he did not cause trouble.
Steve’s expression, too, turned chilly.