Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 337


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 337


    Now that J had Mason backing her up, she was untouchable.


    Right now, the principal was perspiring profusely, and he almost could not stand straight as he leaned


    on the couch for support. “Young Master Mason, I’ll definitely look into this.”


    “And that’s it?” Mason sneered,pletely destroying thest bit of mental energy left in the principal,


    whose lips turned pale. “Young Master Mason, it was my ignorance that caused her to be wronged. In


    the future, I’ll definitely promote teamwork and friendship among the students to prevent this from ever


    happening again.


    If Mason decided to me him, he could easily report him to Sandfort City’s bureau of education. If that


    happened, he would lose his job right away and bepletely cut out from his position as the principal


    of Star High School.


    At this point, Mason stood up with his hands in his pockets, looking and sounding callous. “Then, I look


    forward to seeing how you’ll look into this matter. If I don’t have a conclusion today, today will be your


    last day of work.”


    The principal looked somewhat emotionless, pale, and numb.


    Since things were where they were now, he could only endeavor to solve it to the best of his ability.


    Then, Mason nervously nced at the principal while his fists were balled in his pockets; he looked


    fierce.


    Mason had been trying to hold down his anger. Otherwise, based on his usual character, the principal


    would have been thrown out of the building by now.


    The principal exhaled in relief as he thought about this.


    “Young Master Mason, don’t worry. We’ll do our best.” The principal let out a bitter smile when Mason


    responded softly yet callously, “I sure hope so.”


    As he finished, Mason marched out authoritatively, even closing the door behind him before leaving.


    The loud bang gave the principal a jolt.


    ……..


    While in the dean’s office, ck Python asked rather worriedly as he saw Mason walk in, “Young


    Master Mason, how did it go?”


    “The moment Young Master Masones into the picture, I don’t think anyone can expel Young Miss


    Jackson,” White Python piped in, not even looking up.


    Mason nonchntly nced at them, raised his eyebrows, and answered steadily, “He’s just a


    coward.”


    N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    Hearing this, ck Python reckoned that Mason had surely taken care of the matter.


    No one would refuse to do any favors for the Lowry Family.


    Then, Mason pulled his office chair out and sat down, trying to sniff the scent J had left behind.


    It was familiar and calming.


    After seeing hisptop screen that lit up, he smiled and started frantically typing on the keyboard. A few


    secondster, his countenance dropped.


    Didn’t babe use myptop earlier?


    Right now, he could no longer trace any browsing history on his web browser nor any other traces that


    she left behind. It was as if she had never used hisputer.


    It was bizarre.


    Absolutely bizarre.


    Based on a normal human being’s habit, no one would intentionally wipe off all the records. Unless…


    An unthinkable thought crossed Mason’s mind.


    …….


    On the other side, J took the sh drive to the teaching building.


    With one of her hands in her pocket and another under her chin, she was standing on the balcony. She


    was overlooking the view from there and felt rxed—as if she was not at all bothered by whatever


    transpired today.


    When some students from ss A saw her outside the ssroom door, they let out a despised look.


    “Why does J still have the audacity to be here?”


    “Is she mad? What is she doing outside our ssroom? Is she going to hit someone again?”


    “Shh. Speak softer, please. Do you want her to notice us?”


    “Hmph. How can she hear us? She’s standing so far away. She’s not a dog.”


    Right at this moment, J looked toward the direction of these voices. She let out a gentle smile,


    looking somewhat annoyed and cold.


    Right away, all the people that were just talking about her put their heads down as if nothing had


    happened.


    Coincidentally, Emily looked up from her desk and locked eyes with J.


    Emily then snorted. Is she here to apologize to me?


    After giving it some thought, she did not think that was likely. That’s not something a stubborn b*tch like


    her would do.