My Wife is a Hacker

Tia nodded, a soft blush tinting her cheeks, as she responded, "Yes.

Lulu's observations were spot-on. Despite a hint of fatigue, Tia's spirits remained high throughout the day.

The idea of marrying Stanley had once seemed distant, almost surreal. But now, here they were, immersed in the reality of their pre-wedding photo shoot.

Clad in her elegant bridal gown and him in his sharp suit, they stood before a mirror. It was in this moment, gazing at their joint reflection, that the weight of their imminent union truly settled on her, filling her with a profound sense of togetherness and anticipation.

"We came back today to share in your happiness," June said, laughing and joking. "This is the happiest thing for our family lately."

"Stanley, you're getting married soon. Shouldn't you take US all out for a big meal?" Samuel teased with a laugh.

"Okay, what does everyone feel like eating? Just let me know," Stanley replied.

Seizing the moment, Samuel suggested, “How about we go to the Caelum at San Joto Tower?"

Stanley looked at Tia, then nodded. "Sure, let's plan for this weekend."

Samuel was surprised, "You're really okay with it?" He didn't think Stanley would actually say yes.

"Why not?" Stanley looked at him, hinting, 'Do you think I'm that cheap?'

With everyone in agreement, Spencer confirmed, "So, it's decided."

"Agreed," Stanley said once more.

"It's dinner time," Gloria announced, getting everyone's attention before asking Tia, "Could you please invite Mrs. Wallace Sr. to join US? With so many of US here, it'll be more fun."

"Of course," Tia said, standing up to go to the backyard. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

Soon, Tia came back, wheeling Mrs. Wallace Sr. into the dining room. The whole family was there, having a fun and lively dinner, filled with laughter and happy chats.

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Patricia had also wrapped up her dinner at the Ellar residence.

Ellar, courteous as ever, escorted her out and offered a ride, opening the car door for her. “I'll drive you back."

Patricia, however, insisted on independence. "No need, I can get back on my own."

Yet, despite her refusal, the weight of Emma's increasingly suspicious gaze lingered unsettlingly with her.

Unperturbed, Ellar gently coaxed her into the car, securing the door behind her before settling into the driver's seat himself.

"Ellar, I have other things to attend to; you really shouldn't bother," Patricia protested, her brow furrowed with concern.

"I can accompany you," Ellar offered calmly, already starting the car.

As they drove off, Ellar ventured, "You're going to check on Doretta, aren't you?" It was the only thing that made sense if she claimed to have urgent matters to attend to.

Patricia offered a silent nod in agreement, her mind undoubtedly on

Doretta, who hadn't returned home that evening. She was probably with Hexton, Ellar's contact, likely scheming their next steps.

Ellar soon parked the car discreetly near their destination - the meeting place of Doretta and Hexton. Proceeding any closer by car would risk drawing unwanted attention.

Stealthily, they approached the restaurant on foot, concealing themselves behind a tree. Through the windows, they caught sight of an unexpected figure.

"Everett!" The name nearly escaped Ellar's lips in shock.

A sharp look from Patricia silenced him. Covering his mouth, he peered through the glass, his eyes mirroring his shock at seeing Doretta with Everett.

Doretta's effectiveness was clear; she had quickly earned Everett's trust, to the point where he was the one meeting her tonight.

Meanwhile, inside the restaurant, Doretta faced Everett with composed assurance, expressing her surprise. "I didn't expect Mr. Wright to come personally."