Ch. 1206..1210: My Wife Is A Hacker Chapter 1206-1210

Chapter 1206

"Miss Fisher, are you really here to talk about this project?" Jared asked as he looked at Fiorella.

"Of course, we can't delay this project anymore.” Fiorella said, starting to look serious.

"All right, please give me a moment. I'm going to make a call.” Jared picked his phone up and dialed Max's number. "Get Castor to come to my office now."

"Miss Fisher, let's have some coffee while we wait in the seating area.

When everyone's here, we can start talking about the project.” Jared stood up and walked toward the couch.

"Sure." Fiorella followed him and took a seat on the couch, her eyes glued on him.

"Mr. Johnston, do you have an international project in your lineup too?" she asked.

"No, I just went abroad to visit a friend of mine,"

"Oh. How's Mr. Johnston Sr. doing now? I've always wanted to visit him, but I'm worried that I'll just be bothering him." Fiorella looked at Jared sincerely.

‘Thanks for the concern, Miss Fisher. My grandfather is doing a lot better, but it's still not a good idea to visit him just yet."

"Ah, he's struggles with old age too. It must be hard for him." Fiorella lamented.

"Mr. Johnston, would you like to go horse-riding with me when you're available?" Fiorella looked at Jared and asked.

"I might not have the time these days. You should know that Henry left a lot of mess for me to deal with. I don't know how busy I'll get.” Jared sighed and looked tired.

"I would've never expected Henry to be that kind of person. You should've kicked him out of the company sooner. You're making life hard for yourself now." Fiorella stared at Jared, heartbroken, but she could not do anything to help him.

"I didn't see that coming either..." Jared sighed again.

As Jared continued speaking with Fiorella, someone knocked on the door.

‘Come in," Jared said.

Max and Castor entered, with Fiorella rolling her eyes at Castor. It seemed that she did not wish to see him.

"Take a seat," Jared ordered.

Castor looked at Jared cautiously and took a seat.

"Miss Fisher is here to talk about the project that she has signed with your father. You're one of the people in charge on the contract, that's why you've been called over," Jared informed.

"Please tell US what you need US to know, Miss Fisher." Jared turned his gaze to Fiorella.

"The project is starting soon, so I need you to select a representative who will be working closely with me." Fiorella’s gaze shifted from Castor before landing on Jared.

"No problem. The Johnston Group will definitely be working closely with Miss Fisher. I have a lot of things on my plate, and Castor is one of the people in charge. As such, I'm now arranging for Castor to take on this project with Miss Fisher," Jared said, before turning to Castor. You must update me the

second you notice that there is a development of some sort. At the same time, you must learn from Miss Fisher as well,” Jared ordered Castor coldly.

‘Sure, I will cooperate with Miss Fisher." Castor said, looking humble.

‘Mr. Johnston, this project is not something that he can take on with his limited experience. If you're assigning him to me, you might as well not assign anyone to me." Fiorella's eyes turned cold as she was deeply upset with Jared's plan.

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"Don't you worry, Miss Fisher. Allowing him to take over is just a formality. You know how busy I am right now, and surely he's able to handle a few minor tasks. If there's something that he is incapable of doing, you can always come to me.

"Actually, I'm still working with you on this project. There will be nothing important to take care of in the beginning, and that’s why he'll be monitoring it for now. When I'm done with my work, I'll be taking over. Do this for me, would you?" Jared looked at Fiorella.

Fiorella drew a deep breath. Every time she looked at Castor, she would think of Jared, leaving her in a bad mood, but as Jared had asked her to do him this favor, she could only acquiesce. "Fine, I won't argue, as you seem pretty earnest about our partnership. I'll just work harder for now, but I'll make this one thing clear to you. When you're done with your work, you must take over at once, or else I will be stretching my limits.”

‘I always knew that you're an understanding person, Miss Fisher. I can't, and won't allow myself to mistreat you, so I'm going to bring you out to dinner tonight. Let's take it as a celebration for the start of our project." Jared smiled at her.

"It's not every day you that you treat others to dinner, Mr. Johnston. I'm going to have a feast tonight." Fiorella finally let out a smile.

Jared looked at Castor and said, "You'll be coming with US too. We must keep Miss. Fisher company, alright?”

"Sure," Castor responded respectfully.

Fiorella glanced over at Castor and thought, 'Castor's pretty cute, but he's just nowhere close to Jared's league.’

“Let's meet tonight then.” Fiorella smiled and looked at Jared before leaving his office.

When Castor saw her leaving, he left in a hurry as well.

"Mr. Johnston, are you really going to buy Miss Fisher dinner tonight?" Max asked, unable to understand Jared's actions.

He could tell that Fiorella was into Jared, and as such, how could Jared himself not know this?

"You know her. She's going to pester me every day if I don't treat her to this meal." Jared sighed with defeat. ‘This is all Henry's fault. I'm going to kill him when I find him.’

"Don't just stand there. Book US a restaurant,” Jared ordered Max.

"Yes, sir,” Max said and proceeded to do as he was told.

After that, Jared proceeded to review his documents again.

In the sea view villa, Mrs. Wallace Sr. had begun to miss Nicole, and so, she got Tia to give Nicole a call.

Nicole walked out of her office to answer the phone. “What's up, Tia?”

"Miss Riddle, Mrs. Wallace Sr. really misses you. She just asked if you're doing alright over there.” Tia's voice rang from the other end of the call.

"I'm doing okay, so just tell grandma that she doesn't have to worry about me. I'll drop you a video call later." Nicole hung up right after she was done speaking.

"Okay, bye.” Tia uttered.

"Bye-bye." Nicole hurried back to the office to continue working after hanging up.

Time flew, and in the blink of an eye, night fell. Nicole was having her dinner when she suddenly remembered what she had said during call in the afternoon. With this in mind, she gave Tia a video call right away.

Tia knew that Nicole was going to call her; she had been keeping an eye on the phone after she was done working. When she noticed that

Nicole was calling her, she answered her phone at once. “Hello, Miss Riddle.”

"Where's grandma, Tia? Didn't you say that she misses me? Where is she?" Nicole looked at Tia.

"She's right beside me. Here.” Tia placed the phone in Mrs. Wallace's hand.

"Mrs. Wallace, you missed Miss Riddle, right? You can talk to her now." Tia gestured at Mrs. Wallace Sr. to look at the phone and speak to Nicole.

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"Hi grandma, Nicole here. How are you?" Nicole greeted Mrs. Wallace Sr. on the phone.

"Yes, Nicole, I'm doing really well. What about you?" Mrs. Wallace Sr. looked at Nicole with concern.

"I've been doing fine. You don’t have to worry about me. I've been eating well, and sleeping well. Look, I'm actually having dinner right now."

Nicole showed Mrs. Wallace Sr. her meal.

Mrs. Wallace Sr. looked at her and nodded. "Why are you having dinner at such an hour? You have to take care of yourself, you know?"

"Yeah, I've been working overtime today, so that's why I'm eating late. I usually eat my meals on time.” Nicole smiled as she explained.

"Hello, grandma." Harvey face suddenly popped up on the screen and greeted Mrs. Wallace Sr.

Nicole looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes at him. ‘What's he doing here?!’

"Hi." Mrs. Wallace Sr. greeted, not knowing who she was talking to, but she nodded and smiled anyway.

"How are you doing, grandma?" Harvey asked, not caring that Nicole had rolled her eyes at him and continued addressing Mrs. Wallace Sr.enthusiastically.

"She's doing fine. Carry on with what you were doing and leave." Nicole glared at him and shooed Harvey away.

"Tsk." Harvey left as he could tell that Nicole was annoyed with him.

"Grandma, what have you been doing while I was gone?" Nicole looked at Mrs. Wallace Sr. and chatted.

"I just planted some greens and weeded my garden.”

’Gardening?" Nicole looked at Mrs. Wallace Sr. with her eyes widened.

Hearing this, Tia quickly responded, "Miss Riddle, Mrs. Wallace made me clear the garden a few days ago. I asked her what it was for, but she didn't want to tell me. When I was done, she asked me to buy some tools and that's when I finally knew that she wanted to plant some vegetables."

"Well, you should get grandma whatever she wants. But aren't you worried that she'll be worked to exhaustion?" Nicole chided.

Tia felt wronged and upset by what Nicole had just said, and it was then that Mrs. Wallace Sr. quickly stepped in. "I was the one who asked her to do it. Why are you lecturing her?

"When you're back to see it, I think you'll like my garden too." Mrs. Wallace Sr. smiled and continued.

‘I know. You can plant your greens, but please don't wear yourself out.

Remember to get Tia to keep your company whenever you're out and about in the garden." Nicole reminded, as she was worried about her grandmother.

"Sure."

"Don't worry, Miss Riddle. I'll be there to help Mrs. Wallace out every time. When you come back, you might even get to try the vegetables we've planted.” Tia giggled and looked at Nicole.

"Really? You have to save some for me, then."

"We're leaving now, Nicole." Harvey announced.

He was already done with his meal when he saw that Nicole was still chatting on the phone, and so, he wanted to go home first.

"Sure."

‘I'm going back to work, grandma,” Nicole said. “I'm going to end the call now, so I'll talk to you some other time.”

"Of course, but do take care of yourself." To Mrs. Wallace Sr., nothing was more important than health.

"M-hm, I will." Nicole hung up and strode back into her office.

In a restaurant, Jared, Fiorella, and Castor were seated in a room, engaging in small talks with each other.

Jared was sitting next to Fiorella, bored and inattentive as he watched her blabber on.

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‘Do you agree with me, Mr. Johnston?’ Fiorella abruptly stopped and asked.

"Yeah, you're right.’ Jared tapped his glass against hers with a clink.

Castor, pour Miss Fisher some wine,” Jared ordered.

Hearing this, Castor quickly poured some wine for Fiorella.

Fiorella looked at Castor and began to lecture him, "It's a pity, Castor. You weren't born with good parents, so you weren't properly educated.

Their actions almost cost you the second half of your life too. Fortunately, though, you were born into a good family.

Look at Mr. Johnston. We're all around the same age, but he's so much better than you. | think he is what you should strive to be. Whatever you do in the future, you should think of him as a frame of reference and make informed and meaningful decisions based on that."

"Yeah, you're right, Miss Fisher." Castor could only listen and nod, as he was afraid of getting into a spat with her.

In truth, he loathed Fiorella. He hated her even when Henry was still around, and now that he needed to listen to her lectures with a smile, he became even more frustrated.

"Castor, Miss Fisher is a smart woman. You should learn a thing or two from her," Jared praised.

‘A toast to you, Mr. Johnston.” Fiorella raised her glass and toasted.

The dinner was nearing its end, but when Fiorella noticed that Castor did not look like he was smart enough to take the cue that he was supposed to be leaving soon, she pondered for a moment and said, "Have you looked at the details of the project?"

Castor looked at her and said, ' Not yet.”

Fiorella rolled her eyes at him and chided, "What? You should have been familiar with everything about the project before you even began. How can you work with me tomorrow if you haven't looked at it?"

"Well..." Castor did not know what to do, so he glanced at Jared before turning his gaze back to Fiorella.

“Weir what? Just go home and read it! Read as much as you can today, so you won't be in a haze tomorrow.’

In other words, Fiorella was urging him to leave.

Castor looked at Jared and got up to bid them farewell before leaving the room.

After he had left, Jared and Fiorella became the only ones left in the room.’ Finally, the third wheel is gone. | can let my guard down now. Otherwise, I'll still have to act like a CEO.’

She smiled at Jared and inched closer to him. "Mr. Johnston, you must've spent a lot on this meal today. | really enjoyed the food."

"That's good. It only means that my efforts didn't go to waste," Jared answered absent-mindedly.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Johnston.” Nicole eyed Jared with a flirtatious gaze. '| didn’t know that he would place such effort into this meal.’

"It's nothing, really. As you're done eating, let's head home." Jared looked at the time and figured that it was about time to end the dinner.

"What's the rush, Mr. Johnston? Are you worried that Miss Riddle has waited for a long time at home?’ Fiorella narrowed her eyes at him.

Jared smiled. "You're hilarious, Miss Fisher. The only thing that's waiting for me at home is that huge pile of documents."

"Well, there’s no need to be in such a rush to go home, then," she said.” Work is never-ending, so just keep me company and let me enjoy myself tonight, would you?”

Fiorella had tried really hard to get him here, so she would not let him go if she was not satisfied.

"When we're done with this drink, let's hang out in my club. You made me really happy tonight, so I'll return you the favor too.” Fiorella stuck her glass against his and chugged its contents down.

"Let's go, Mr. Johnston,” Fiorella said and walked out.

Jared stood up and walked out with her. When Max saw Jared, he immediately walked up to him. “Are you going back home, Mr. Johnston?”

Before Jared could respond, Fiorella rolled her eyes at Max. "What do you mean 'go home’? Take US to my club."

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Max looked at Jared, waiting for his order.

"Excuse me?! Did you not hear me?" Fiorella glared at him and yelled.

Jared nodded in defeat, and Max hurried away to get the car ready.

"Mr. Johnston, your aide isn't behaving sensibly at all.” Fiorella criticized Max as she watched him leave.

Jared remained silent. After some time, Max drove to the pick-up area in front of Jared and Fiorella.

"Let's go, Mr. Johnston.” Max opened the car door and Fiorella walked over.

In the club, Fiorella got someone to serve them a bottle of vintage wine. When the staff had walked out, she was left alone with Jared in this spacious room.

She picked a song and passed Jared the microphone. "Mr. Johnston, I am dedicating this song to you. Can we sing it as a duet?"

"I don't sing well. You can do so on your own,” Jared declined.

She could tell that he really did not want to sing, so she sang alone. However, she had still chosen to sit next to him as she did.

Jared scooted over to the side, but she moved closer to him whenever he did so, hell-bent on trying to impress him with her charms while she was singing.

Jared was feeling really uncomfortable in a place as noisy as this, so he ended up suffering a headache after he had sat through the entire song.

"Mr. Johnston, what song would you like to hear? I'll look for it and sing it to you.” Fiorella looked at him amorously.

‘I rarely listen to music, so I don't think I can recall any," he replied.

"Miss Fisher, now that no one is here, give it to me straight. How long is this project going to last?” Jared looked at Fiorella,

With the tube lights beaming down on Jared's charming visage, Fiorella became enchanted.

"Mr. Johnston, it will take at least 3 years to complete the project. However, I can assure you that we can break even after two years of investment and start raking in profits by the third year,” Fiorella responded in kind, as she had never lied to him.

"Honestly, that's a little too long. I can gain more profits from elsewhere within that span of time.” Jared said in a straightforward manner.

"I Know your projects are all highly profitable, Mr. Johnston. You've invested in The Beacon, didn't you? And you probably haven't profited off it, right? I can guarantee that you'll break even in two years or so, even though it might not be as rewarding as my project,” Fiorella said with confidence.

"Just relax and wait for the massive returns." Fiorella smiled at him, her gaze affirmative.

"I'm going to take your word for it, Miss Fisher. If I don't profit by then, I'll pull out." Jared said, only wanting Fiorella to give him a guarantee.

At the same time, he wanted to take precautions as well.

"Don't worry, If the future of this project is bleak, I wouldn't be investing in it too,” she said.

At that moment, a piece of dance music played and Fiorella looked at Jared. "Shall we dance, Mr. Johnston?”

Fiorella readily stood up, waiting for Jared to take her hand. Seeing this, Jared stared at her hand and remained seated as he thought of ways to avoid dancing with her.

Suddenly, Jared felt the burring of his phone in his pocket. Without any regard for who the caller was and what they wanted, he immediately answered it and walked out of the room.

Fiorella put on a grimace as she watched him leave, and threw the microphone aside before sitting down for another glass of wine.

Jared did not stop walking after leaving the room. He just kept going while he was answering the call.

"Hello."