My Wife is a Hacker by Summer

Chapter 1443



Chapter 1443

Chapter 1443


Chapter 1443


Time passed and after the last piece of ballistic armor was installed, the master tuner turned to Nicole and said, "Miss, please take a look. The modifications are done as requested."


Nicole walked over to the car. As she had been watching the master tuner modifying it, she did not want to waste time checking it all over again. Instead, she decided she would just test its protective capabilities.


Catching sight of a big iron hammer near them, she took it and swung at the car. The car was not damaged in the slightest.


Seeing that, Nicole was satisfied.


But what she did scared the daylights out of the master tuner. This was the first time he saw someone hit a brand- new car with a hammer like that.


Nicole then turned to the master tuner and said, "Thank you for the hard work.” "Yeah," the master tuner replied, still bearing a stunned expression.


Nicole could see the shock on his face. She did not say much as she got into the car and drove off.


As she drove, she could feel that the performance of the modified car was indeed different. The only catch was that the gas tank was not filled up, so she had to drop by a gas station to refuel first.


After filling up the tank, she then went to a gun shop to purchase some equipment before driving onto Mason Lane.


Back at home, Fiorella managed the company's matters before driving to the hospital Jared was at.


"Miss Fiorella, why are you back so soon?” Martin had thought that Fiorella would take a break before visiting again, but apparently not.


"Dr. Martin, go attend to your business. Leave this place to me." As if she were really his girlfriend, Fiorella took it upon herself to take charge of all of Jared's affairs.


"Miss Fiorella, I'm not busy today. I can stay here and take care of Jared together with you. It would be easier on you too,” Martin replied.


Fiorella smiled at Martin. "Might as well. It can be quite boring when I'm alone.”


It was rare to see Fiorella smiling so gently, and Martin could not help but be charmed.


"Dr. Martin." Fiorella's soft voice pulled him back to reality.


"Ah, I'll go check why the nurse has yet to come in for the medicine run," Martin said somewhat bashfully as he left.


Fiorella did not notice Martin's strange behavior and nodded. “Okay.”


After Martin walked out of the ward, he sighed to himself." Martin, what were you doing, staring at her just now? That was rude...”


Without paying much attention, he then found himself at the nurse's station. Martin walked inside and said, "Mr. Jared's drip should be changed in a bit.” "Oh, but the current pack hasn't finished yet, right?" the nurse responded, looking at the time.


"I said in a bit. It's not like I'm asking you to go right now." Martin glanced at the nurse before making his way out. He did not want to go back to the ward just yet. Instead, he decided to get some fresh air.


Sitting on the bench outside, Martin took out his phone and viewed Nicole's contact profile. He wondered what she was up to and considered giving her a call.


But after a while, he gave up on that thought. 'She’s probably working now. Won't be good to disturb her.’


With that, Martin quietly sat outside by himself for a good while.


Inside the ward, Fiorella sat beside Jared and accompanied him as she took out a book and slowly read aloud to him.


Every time she went to Jared's office, she would see this book on his desk, so she silently noted down the title and bought an identical copy.


The book was hard to find, and she only got it by asking a friend to buy it overseas.


Fiorella turned to the part she had left off and continued to read it aloud to Jared.


At the same time, just when Martin returned and was about to walk in, he saw the scene through the window by chance. Martin stopped for a moment and slowly let go of the doorknob to not disturb them. Seeing that Jared was doing fine, he turned around and left.



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