My Wife is a Hacker by Summer Chapter 1085

Henry, upon hearing what Fiorella had to say about the coffee, took his cup and took a sip as well.

"It tastes good indeed."

Fiorella darted him a glance and turned away with a sneer, knowing that Henry had echoed her
sentiment without knowing what she had meant when she said what she had said.

"Mr.Johnston, are you interested in the collaboration that I had just proposed?" Fiorella asked, steering
the conversation back to the topic.

"It seems to be an excellent project on paper, but it'll take three years for us to get any meaningful
returns, which I think is a long wait," Henry replied.

Although he was not as savvy as Jared when it comes to business, he was still able to call the shots
thanks to his vast amounts of experience in the industry.

"That is expected of a project of such scale and quality," she said, attempting to persuade Henry so
that she could work with Jared.

"Breaking even in a matter of three years isn't slow by any measure.To get ourselves the highest
amount of returns, we must hedge our bets on these quality projects.Minor projects may offer quick
returns, but the tradeoff is, the yields will be low, which ultimately, results in a waste of time and
resources.For us, time is money, and I believe that our precious time should be spent investing in high-
yield projects."

"Thank you, Miss Fisher, for considering us for such an excellent project idea.But this is a hundred
billion dollar project, so you must give me some time to think about it."иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σмHenry replied,
neither accepting nor declining the offer, as he wished to keep the option.



"Okay, then I shall excuse myself and await your good news." Fiorella said, not wanting to stay for
another minute, as she had made herself clear.

"Allow me to send you off."

"It is alright."

Fiorella declined, and left the office by herself.

Back in the establishment, the duo had already played two games.

Both Nicole and Carl had each won a set, and now on the third, Nicole had pocketed every ball except
for two, while Carl had scored none.

Seeing that Nicole was going to win again, he said, "Hey, take it easy on me this time."

Nicole pocketed another ball with a thud.

Then, she looked up at the scoreboard and saw that Carl had missed every shot he had attempted.

Nicole looked playfully at Carl.

"All right," she said, and intentionally misplaced her shot, giving Carl a chance to score.

Carl took his cue to the pool table and eyed the billiards, murmuring, "I'm going to be humiliated if I
don't pocket this in a single try."

Unfortunately for him, Nicole had overheard what he had said.

"Do you really need to maintain your pride in front of me?"



"Hearing you say that really saddens me.I'm aman, and I can't allow myself to be embarrassed any
further, alright?"

Carl gave Nicole a sideways glance, and proceeded to take aim.

"Well, alright."

Carl's cue ball struck the billiard, and it entered the pocket with a thud.But as he was cheering and
patting himself in the back, Nicole appeared indifferent.

'What is there to be happy about when you have just scored once?' Carl took aim at the ball that was
slightly further away, struck the cue ball, and pocketed his second billiard before turning to Nicole.

"See? That's not even once anymore now, is it?"

"Come on, where did that come from? Are you sure you're not overcompensating for something?"
Nicole looked at him and shook her head.

Nicole's scathing remark might have shattered his sense of satisfaction in himself, but it had also
aroused his fighting spirit.He had to make a clean shot, so that she would not laugh at him anymore.

With his game face on, he proceeded to land a couple of shots in a row, leaving all but one billiard on
the table.

"I'm about to win, so be ready to eat your words and pay for the meal!" he exclaimed.

"It is not over yet.We do not know who is going to win." Nicole said, remaining as calm and collected as
ever.

"Fine, consider this a graceful defeat on your part." Carl smiled.



With the strike of a cue, he launched the last ball into the pocket.

As of now, all that was left were the cue ball and Nicole's eight-ball on the left side of the table.

If he could pocket the black billiard, he would be victor of the match.

Nicole, who was hovering at the sidelines, did not panic even when she saw that Carl had pocked all of
his balls, Instead, she took a sip of her drink.

Carl then stopped playing, went up to Nicole, and said, "If you're willing to throw in the towel, I will sit
this one out and spare you the embarrassment."


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