My Wife is a Hacker novel (Nicole)

Chapter 452 It hurt so much that Raine was almost tearful. She quickly grabbed her sister’s hand and echoed it, saying, “Yes, I
can’t live without Gary, either. I can’t live without him.” Only then did Snow realize she had grabbed Raine’s hair too hard and
quickly let go.
“I’m sorry, Raine. I was too emotional. Are you hurt?” she said softly.
Raine dared not tell her she was in pain. She looked at Snow and started to find her strange, even though they grew up together
and were very close.
She had fear in her eyes when she looked at Snow.
“So, what have you done to Nicole?” Raine asked.
Snow gently covered her mouth and snickered as if thinking of something happy.
“What have I done to her? What can I do to her? At best, she will feel a bit of pain and learn a lesson.” Snow became impatient
at this point, but she did not forget to tell her sister one last thing. “We know nothing about what happened after Nicole went
upstairs. Did we hear me? When Grandpa and Uncle Daniel come home and ask about Nicole, remember not to say
anything.” Raine nodded hurriedly. She held her sister’s emaciated fingers and said with determination,” Don’t you believe me? I
hate Nicole as much as you do. How could I possibly slip up?” Snow was pleased and smiled. She then patted Raine’s hand and
said with a meaningful tone of voice, “Yeah, you and I are in the same boat. You won’t slip up, right?”
Raine nodded, looked at her sister, and swore. “Don’t worry. I won’t do anything stupid.”
The black vehicle with the unknown emblem was speeding down the road, heading toward San Joto city center. Jared’s face
turned unusually cold as he looked at the increasingly familiar scenery outside.
In front of a beautiful building with carved beams and an antique gate stood two doormen dressed in blue classical costumes.
When they saw Jared’s car arrive, they hurriedly came out to receive him respectfully. Jared did not follow them. Instead, after he
got out of the car and walked into the house, he went along a windy hallway toward the innermost room. Servants who saw him
along the way all greeted him with respect. Jared ignored them. When he came in front of the room and without him knocking on
the door, a voice came from inside. “Come in.”
He pushed open the door and continued to walk in.

The room was brightly lit with sunlight shining on a tall man who was in his senior age. The man slowly turned around and looked
at the handsome man who had just entered and had his own mind.
“I thought you wouldn’t come home at all,” the man said with an extremely frosty tone of voice.
Jared looked at the man, whose sideburns had turned gray, but his falcon-like eyes still commanded respect. He gently pulled up
a gentle smile. “I haven’t seen you in a long time, Grandpa. You look as strong as ever.” Maximillian Johnston knew Jared had
seen through his intention to intimidate him, but because of ego, he still snorted coldly and knocked the crutch in his hand.
“Stop the crap. Tell me; what did you really think when you returned without telling me, and upon returning, you didn’t come
home? Do you still treat me as your grandpa?”