My Wife is a Hacker (Nicole Riddle and Jared) novel Chapter 840

Chapter 840 

Rowan was a little disappointed to see that Nicole did not need his help. “I will go then if you really don‘t need help.

Nicole nodded.

Rowan gave the men in black a look, and they gave way to Raine and his classmates, who ran out of the café with their tails between their legs. 

Watching Raine flee, Rowan taunted, “What a brat, trying to bite off more than she can chew!”

Nicole watched Rowan leave, and then she went back to school.

Suddenly, her phone rang. She picked it up; it was Samuel.

“Tomorrow is Mom‘s birthday. What gift are you going to buy for her, Nicole?”

Samuel and Spencer had gone to look for Nicole in her classroom, but she was not there.

“I haven‘t thought about it yet. What do you think?” Nicole had been tied up in trivial matters for the past few days and had not had time to select gifts.

“We‘re also thinking about it. We are going to go to the mall later. Do you want to join us?” Samuel asked.

Nicole thought for a moment, and she agreed.

“Then we will see you after school.” Samuel hung up the phone.

Nicole went straight back to the dormitory and took out her computer to search for White‘s information.

‘Since White is a member of The Hunters , his personal information must be in The Hunters‘ database .‘ Nicole came up with a bold idea with this thought in mind. She was prepared to hack into The Hunters‘ database.

The three of them happily drove toward the mall.

At the mall, they first accompanied Samuel to buy the designer bag he had seen before and then went with Spencer to the piano shop. “Mr. Riddle, inside, please.” The service staff of the piano shop was hospitable. “Did the piano I ordered arrive?” Spencer asked the service staff.

“It has arrived.”

“You two come with me to see it.” Spencer loved the piano.

The service staff led the three of them to the innermost part of the piano shop. “Mr. Riddle , this is your custom piano.”

“Wow, custom piano?” Samuel looked at the eye-catching piano and stepped forward to admire it. 

“Don‘t touch it. This is custom–made for Mom. No one else is allowed to touch it.” Spencer smacked away Samuel‘s hand that was about to touch the piano.