MY INDIAN WIFE
But ignoring him, Christian shut the door behind his back with a loud thud and walked to sit on his black chief executive revolving chair behind his desk and facepalmed himself.
Looking at Christian, Danny laughed loudly, holding his stomach. Christian lifted his head and threw a file on his face, but Danny dodged his attack. “How do you know she is a hacker?” Christian asked in a high pitch, and Danny stopped laughing.
“It doesn’t matter how I know she is a hacker, the question is why you don’t know that your wife is a white hat hacker and she even worked for the Indian government,” Danny asked, lifting his eyebrows.
“WHAT?” Christian widened his eyes in shock, and Danny stood up from the c