My Wife is a Hacker (Nicole Riddle and Jared) novel Chapter 366

Chapter 366

Of course, Mr. Mills was here for something. He flushed and could say nothing, but thinking to himself that Nicole and her grandma were birds of a feather, as they both talked in such a way that it often mortified him.

“I’m fine. Please get on with your things. I will just look around the Royal Creek Institute’s campus alone,” he said in a low voice.

Nicole was standing beside Mrs. Wallace Sr. and glanced at Mr. Mills with a smirk, then said coldly, “Then I’ll go with Grandma now. You have a good time, Mr. Mills.” 

After saying so and without looking back, Nicole helped her grandmother to her classroom to get her school bag.

This time, not even Mrs. Wallace Sr. looked back at Mr. Mills.

Mr. Mills stood on the spot, only to feel that Nicole had changed when she came to San Joto, and had become so difficult to reason with, and that she had started to disrespect him just because she was a member of the Riddle family. He looked at Nicole with resentment before turning around and walking out.

Nicole was back in the classroom, packing her things into the school bag. Many of her classmates gawked at Mrs. Wallace Sr. who was outside the classroom.

 They had never seen someone in such ragged clothes before, as their parents were all well-dressed. One of the boys chuckled. He was sitting to Nicole’s diagonal front and saw Mrs. Wallace Sr. even had a patch on her clothes. He whispered his discovery to those around him, and soon it spread like wildfire, and everyone in the classroom started to gape at Mrs. Wallace Sr. with a hint of mockery in their eyes. 

“Nicole, who is this homeless person? Why did you bring someone like her to school?” Nicole’s hand, carrying the school bag, froze in motion. She turned back to look at the boy, who was sitting in the third row, studying well, but prone to judge people by their appearance. 

Hearing his words, Nicole’s face instantly turned frosty. She put down her school bag and walked toward him, giving the boy a bone-chilling stare, as if there were countless ice spikes piercing into his blood.