Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 90


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 90


    J moved closer when she heard their conversation beforeing to a halt when she saw the man.


    Isn’t that Uncle Brandon from Leaping Dragon Hotel? It turns out that he enjoys antique so much!


    Nevertheless, I’m not sure whether Uncle Brandon has been discouraged after being deceived. I can’t


    believe he still has the courage to check out the antique market, which is filled with a mixture of


    authentic and fake pieces.


    Her lips curled into a smirk upon ncing at the so-called authentic painting by ‘Master Nato’.


    What the heck? If they wanted to imitate, why can’t they do a better job? This is humiliating my name.


    Just when she looked over, Brandon noticed her from the corner of his eyes. J? Why is she here?


    She crouched down to peruse the painting before ncing up at the stall owner. “Boss, where did you


    get this painting from?”


    The owner gave J an once-over, immediately judging her as someone who couldn’t possibly afford


    the painting. Therefore, he made a perfunctoryment, “I personally bought it from Master Nato!”


    “Oh? I see!” The corners of J’s ruby red lips curled into a faint smile.


    “Are you guys buying this?” The stall owner nced at the couple in annoyance.


    Although Cheryl couldn’t be sure that the painting was authentic, she knew that she would have


    procured something precious if it turned out to be genuine.


    She turned to face the man. “Honey, let’s buy it!”


    “Well…” Brandon was obviously hesitant.


    J squinted at them, warning out of kindness. “Uncle Brandon, you shouldn’t buy that if you trust


    me. This painting is a fake, without a doubt!”


    Cheryl was rendered speechless when she heard that.


    Then, she turned to look at him. “Honey, did she call you uncle?”


    He nodded. “She is the daughter whom Megan has been reunited with, not too long ago.”


    Once she heard that, Cheryl started to observe J. She does resemble Megan, but she has a cold


    and distant temperament unlike the former.


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    The stall owner panicked when he heard J announcing that he sold counterfeits. “Little girl, what


    are you saying? Do you know that I can sue you for making such usations?”


    Brandon looked at her while asking, “Why are you here? Do you have proof?”


    J tiptoed and looked around beforementing casually, “Well, it’s just a fake; there’s no need for


    proof.”


    “Whoa, is it a fake just because you im it is? Who would believe you? Tell me—are you nning to


    purchase this painting? Is that the reason why you are preventing this couple from buying it? Are you


    trying to buy it at a lower price?”


    The stall owner was hinting that she was merely being jealous, so she was trying to prevent the couple


    from purchasing the painting. After that, she would buy it at a lower price once they left.


    Cheryl was rmed when she heard the owner’s remark. “Honey, let’s buy it! We can’t let someone


    else purchase it!”


    J jeered in disdain when she heard Cheryl’s unfounded statement. “Such a fool!”


    “How dare you!” Brandon was furious. “J, why are you so rude? You might have helped me thest


    time, but that doesn’t mean you are well-versed in everything, isn’t it?”


    His loud outburst attracted the attention of other owners and random passersby.


    Chery tugged against Brandon’s sleeve. “Honey, didn’t you say that Megan’s daughter is from the


    vige? How could she possibly be well-versed in such matters?”


    Upon hearing that, the stall owner grasped onto the vital piece of information while pointing a finger at


    J. “Everybody, please judge fairly on my behalf. This little girl from the vige is deliberately


    causing trouble here by using me for selling counterfeits! However, she can’t prove herself! You are


    from the vige, so how could you possibly be well-versed in such matters?” he thundered.


    It was chaos in that instant.


    “Little girl, it’s not easy to have business nowadays. You shouldn’t create problems unnecessarily—let


    the owner off the hook.”


    “The key here is that she doesn’t have proof and she’s iming that it’s a fake. Would she be the one


    topensate if the painting can’t be sold due to herment?”


    “Honestly, just look at her; she looks like a student. She doesn’t look like she’s at the antique market to


    purchase items. I’m sure she’s here to cause trouble!”


    “That’s right, just leave. Don’t hinder other people’s businesses!”


    Brandon was at a loss for words when he nced at J, gesturing for her to head home with his


    gaze instead of embarrassing herself.


    “Boss, how much is this painting?” Cheryl asked the stall owner.