My Wife is a Hacker by Summer Chapter 132

After ms. Thompson said that, without waiting for mr. Louis to even respond, she left with her heels
clacking against the floor.

The sound was rather annoying.
mr. Louis popped his head out from the sea of questions.

He smiled as he looked at her back.

Even after she had walked away, his expression remained the same; he smiled as he lowered his head.
Meanwhile, mr. Anderson was attending a banquet.

The Anderson family could only be regarded as a bottom-ranking family in San Joto.

They could only get into a banquet of such level using the name of the director of the Royal Creek
Institute.

Even so, after coming in, no one would pay them much attention.
So, mr. Anderson was in a very embarrassing situation and took the call to prop himself up.
He pretended to put down the phone solemnly and then immediately regretted it.

He had nothing to do anyway, and chatting with mr. Kennedy would have made him look a little busier.
To his surprise, as soon as he put his phone done, a thick, attractive voice rang from behind him.

“Did you mention ‘Nicole Riddle’ in the call just now?” 1
mr. Anderson turned around and saw an elegant, handsome middle-aged man standing behind him.

There was a reserved demeanor about that man.



He curled his lips slightly at mr. Anderson, somehow giving out an imposing außa.
mr. Anderson knew that all guests in this banquet were no ordinary people and were not someone that a
minor family like his could afford to offend.

Even if he did not know who they were, he still needed to treat them carefully.
“Did you say ‘Nicole Riddle,’ sir?”
The middle-aged man nodded at him.

His voice was extremely crisp, his volume moderate.

It was enough to be audible yet not too loud.

“Yes, Nicole Riddle.

You seemed to have mentioned her?” mr. Anderson nodded, “Yes, it seems like she’s a student at the
Royal Creek Institute.

However, I don’t know her.

It was my distant relative who asked some private matter about her.” A student at the Royal Creek
Institute? The middle-aged man’s eyes lit up. ‘She has come to San Joto?’ As the middle-aged man
thought of it, he was no longer in the mood to stay in the banquet anymore.

He gave mr. Anderson a respectful nod and then walked away quickly mr. Anderson looked at the man’s
back in a daze.

Soon, four to five people appeared around him to clear the way.

Those people must have been hidden in the crowd.

Seeing this, mr. Anderson was surprised, and then someone gently patted him on the shoulder. When
mr. Anderson turned around, he realized they were those dignitaries who had disdainfully ignored him



earlier.

All of them brought their wine glasses before him with smiles on their faces. mr. Anderson was
somewhat flattered.

He had never experienced such treatment before.

Earlier on, he had been literally sidelined, and these people had not even deigned to spare him a glance.
After exchanging some platitudes, one of the dignitaries pretended to be casually interested as he asked,
“mr. Anderson, how did you get to know mr. Wyance?” ‘mr. Wyance?’ mr. Anderson looked at the person
before him and was stunned.

When the few saw his reaction, they reminded him.

“mr. Wyance was the person who spoke to you earlier and then left in a hurry.” mr. Anderson recalled the
middle-aged man earlier.

No wonder he felt that the man looked a little familiar.

The man turned out to be the relative of Sebastian Wyance, who was the province governor! Although
San Joto was now promoted to direct governance, there was no mayor.

Instead, everything fell under the jurisdiction of the governor, and that meant that that man had a
relationship with the chief executive of San Joto! When mr. Anderson thought of that person suddenly
speaking to him, he was a little confused. And when he recalled that the man asked him about Nicole,
mr. Anderson gulped.

‘Could it be that mr. Wyance holds this Nicole Riddle in high esteem that he came over to ask him about
her?’ 1 mr. Anderson then felt that it was impossible, thinking that someone with high status like mr.
Wyance would not be interested in a student. Looking at the great figures who could squash him with a
flick of a finger now being so respectful toward him, mr. Anderson felt a little smug.



He then simply replied, “By some chance.” He did not make things clear, so those people dared not look
down on him.

As a result, mr. Anderson participated in one of the happiest and most comfortable banquets of his life.
At this moment, Nicole was still speaking to ms. Emerson.

She did not ask ms. Emerson why ms. Thompson and mr. Kennedy were looking for ms. Emerson.

Instead, she asked, “ms. Emerson, do you still have another copy of the workbook you gave me for the
final push? I accidentally dirtied it.” ms. Emerson herself had expended much effort to get that book and
shook her head as she heard that.

“I don’t have any more with me, but I think mr. Louis might still have one.

You can ask him for it.” Seeing Nicole was about to leave, ms. Emerson smiled.

“What are you doing? It’s almost class already.

Just go after class!” Nicole did not stop.

Instead, she walked in a different direction, heading to her class. After class, Nicole ran straight toward
mr. Louis’s office.

When she arrived, mr. Louis, who had also just finished his class, was stunned when he saw her.

He quickly recovered as he smiled at her.

“Ah, Nicole, is there anything I can help with?” Nicole told him her purpose in meeting him.

Without any hesitation, he pulled out a set of exercises from a drawer.

“Take it.



But be careful not to dirty it.

I don’t have another new set with me.” Nicole nodded.

She would be more careful this time. As she took the set of exercises and was about to leave, Nicole
suddenly recalled something as she asked mr. Louis.

“mr. Louis, are Austin and the others under you?”


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