My Wife is a Hacker (Nicole Riddle and Jared) novel Chapter 89

He looked at Nicole from behind and made a phone call.

“Ask someone to follow Nicole and find out who she really is.” Thinking that Lucifer was also on this campus, Jared unconsciously rubbed the index finger of his right hand.

It could not be so coincidental.
The last time Ellison’s attitude toward computer talent had absolutely explained something.

The Ellison family lacked no people.

So who was he protecting? Just that he still had no clue who this person really was.
When Nicole returned to the dormitory, Lulu was the only one there.
Instead of asking where June had gone, she took out the set of exercises she was doing in the afternoon, drew something on it, and then threw it to Lulu.

“Look, I have marked the questions that I think are interesting and written the answers.” Lulu was stunned, feeling grateful.

“Thank you, Nicole!” Lulu had long heard that it was Declan Hancock who came up with the math questions in this monthly exam, and as a judge of the Olympiad group, his questions were notoriously difficult.
This was also why it was only a monthly exam, but the students in the class were so hardworking With Nicole helping explain the questions, Lulu felt she could already lay out many calculation steps for the general Math Olympiad questions.

She could gradually dabble in the more advanced Math Olympiad questions.

At first, she was about to give up on this monthly exam, and it was Nicole who let her see the light.

She took the workbook that Nicole had given her and studied it.
Seeing Lulu work so hard, Nicole could not help but smile and take out her book to read.
The next morning, Nicole went out for morning exercise as usual.

As soon as she went out, she heard noises as everyone was excitedly discussing something.

She frowned, put on her headphones, and went for a morning run.
There was an unassuming black vehicle driving up in front of the school gate.

The emblem of the car was very special, but only those in the know could recognize it.

Each of these cars was custom-made, priceless, and had always been provided for the bigwigs in both business and politics, not for an average joe.
Many students of The Royal Creek Institute gathered around the school gate, but no one gave the vehicle a second look until they saw a white Maserati slowly pulling up behind this vehicle, and everyone went ape.
Max, in the front passenger seat of the black vehicle, looked back in puzzlement and then said to Jared, “I remember it now.

Didn’t Ellison say that his grandson came back today? He must be in the car behind us.” Jared was expressionless, as he had never been interested in these people.

He just rested his elbow on the windowsill and looked out at the campus scenery of the Royal Creek Institute.
His handsome silhouette loomed in the shadow, and the students of the Royal Creek Institute only had time to glimpse a beautifully curved jaw, and the black vehicle was gone.

Those students were stunned for a few seconds before they snapped back and continued to cheer
Harvey.

They were stunned for a reason: no one had ever seen such a so They could not help but imagine in their minds how good-looking the man was.
Harvey in the white Maserati was deep in thought; he had also seen the vehicle in front.
The driver saw Harvey was zoning out, looking at the car in front.

He thought Harvey was not happy that the other car had gone in front of him.

“Mr.

Riddle, the driver in that car, thinks he owns the place.

He drives so slowly and hogs the main lane.

Doesn’t he know the Ellison family car is behind him?”.
Harvey shot a glance at the driver, but no one knew what he was thinking.
If he had not seen it wrongly, that vehicle should belong to Preston Riddle.

But was he not supposed to be abroad? Why did he come to the Royal Creek Institute?
Seeing that more and more people outside had recognized Harvey’s car and wanted to come over to take a glimpse of his face, the entire stretch of road became congested.

Ellison…”
Harvey glanced out the window with a spring-like smile.

I will walk over.”
He opened the car door.

You are fired.”
The driver not only talked too much but also did not do his job.