My Wife is a Hacker (Nicole Riddle and Jared) novel Chapter 743

Chapter 743

She was too nervous and forgot about it when Martin stared at her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was too nervous.

She took off the gloves in her hands and threw them into the garbage can, then re-disinfected her hands and put on a new pair of gloves before returning to her post.

Martin looked at her neat action, and his brows gradually eased up. Joyce was capable and had never made mistakes at work. But she had been absentminded lately.

Martin raised an eyebrow. “Stop what you are doing now. Have you had something going on lately? You look upset.”

Joyce looked at the dark-haired teenager. Thinking of what her father had told her, she smiled with just the right amount of distress on her face. “Just something happened at home.”

Joyce’s father blamed her for the McCarthy family’s failure to win the tender last time.

But Joyce knew Martin did not like to hear people complaining all the time, so she had never vented her frustration in front of him for the past few days.

She was depressed inside but pretended to be nonchalant outside. “Don’t worry. Nothing big deal.”

Martin looked at her, not too convinced. “Really?”

Joyce nodded, but deep down inside, she hoped he would continue asking. She wanted to tell him about her family’s situation and see if he could help.

To her surprise, Martin’s expression changed upon seeing her nod her head. He looked at her with his arms crossed. “Then never make such a low-level mistake again. Or else, get the hell out of my lab.” He yelled at her callously.

Martin’s greatest concern was his research, for which he would tolerate no one.

Even though Joyce had been his best partner and classmate, it was not impossible to replace her if she kept being absentminded again. She was dispensable.

Joyce was stunned, her expression crashing. Things did not turn out quite the same as she had imagined.

Kevin and a few others thought that Martin really wanted Joyce to go out and take a break, so they looked away with satisfaction. But in less than ten seconds, they heard Martin’s thunderous voice. “Sh*t. Joyce, your tears dropped onto the focal plane. Get the hell out of here.”

He asked her to go out because he was afraid that this woman could not control her tears.

Joyce was out of joint and looked in shock at Martin’s disdainful face. She could no longer bear the insult, got up, and ran out of the lab.

After she left, Martin returned to his seat with an unconcealed, despiteful look on his face. As if thinking of something, he stood up again, rushed to the door, and shouted, “Take a leave and don’t come back for the next few days.”

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