My Wife is a Hacker novel (Nicole)

Chapter 549

Chapter 549 He had always been a bastard. When he saw it was just an old man, he became bold. The old man

seemed to have finally finished reading the exam paper. He glanced at the name on it, ignored Mr. Kennedy, and

looked at Ms. Emerson. “Is Nicole a student of yours?”

Ms. Emerson nodded. Looking at the old man, she felt she seemed to know him but could not recall who he was.

But she still replied with respect, “Yes, mister. Nicole is my student. She is outstanding.”

The old man nodded and looked around with a smile before his eyes stopped on Ms. Thompson and Mr. Kennedy for

two seconds. “Hey, my friend, I’m asking you to bring me to meet Nicole. Why don’t you come in?” Mr. Kennedy

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looked at the old man and sneered. “I knew you were with Nicole. What a pretentious old man! I wonder who you

can ask for help now. You’d better leave, or I will kick you out of here myself.” As he spoke, he walked down the

stage. This old man taunted me as soon as he walked in. He is on Nicole’s side and pretending to be somebody. But

I won’t be intimidated!’

But as soon as his voice trailed off, he stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw the person

who walked in. As Mr. Kennedy stopped, Ms. Thompson became impatient and looked back. “Why stop? Deal with

Nicole immediately; kick her out of here- M-Mr. Ellison?”

The man who walked in slowly and stood next to the old man was none other than Mr. Ellison.

The always gentle Mr. Ellison had seen what was happening, and his face turned grave. Had he not been here, Mr.

Kennedy and Ms. Thompson would have successfully framed and kicked Nicole out of the Royal Creek Institute.

Their attitude toward Declan clearly showed they were bullies. They treated Declan as a beggar simply because he

was old and wanted to kick him out of the classroom when Declan questioned the quality of the teaching staff here.

But little did they know Declan was the leading figure of the mathematics faculty at the Northon Institute. Many

mathematical geniuses used to be his students. Besides, he was invited to write questions for the Math Olympiad

competition this year and author of this year’s freshman exam.

Declan said he wanted to know about the quality of the Royal Creek Institute’s students and teachers and study if it

could lead to some elite academic and talent exchanges. But such a veteran figure was treated as an old beggar by

these two people.

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Ms. Thompson and Mr. Kennedy exchanged a look, and then she glanced at the grave-faced Mr. Ellison. “I didn’t

know that you had come, Mr. Ellison.” ‘Does Mr. Did Ellison really know this old man?’ Mr. Ellison looked at Ms.

Thompson. “Do you know who he is? He is Professor Declan Hancock of the Northon Institute. What the hell are you

two thinking, treating him as a beggar?”

‘What? This old man is Professor Declan Hancock?’

Everyone looked at the skinny old man with their mouth agape. The eyes of many of them were filled with deep

admiration.

After all, Professor Hancock was a top mathematician in Hustuaburg, and as mathematics students, their life goal

was to gain Professor Hancock’s approval and aspire to be like him.