Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 339
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 339
Not long after, Emily followed suit, and hearing her footsteps from behind, J could not help but
sneer.
They ended uping to the back of the teaching building. Seeing this nonchnt girl who had her
hands in her pockets, Emily stated with an acerbic look on her face, “You can start talking now. How
are you going to apologize to me?”
“Apologize?” J’s face was as cold as ice; she looked extremely moody and peeved.
Is Emily out of her mind?
When did I ever say anything about apologizing?
Does she have a delusional disorder?
If she’s ill, I’d probably pity her and send her to the hospital to get treatment.
But if there’s something wrong with her mentally, there’s nothing I can do about it.
“No one’s around. Can you just stop pretending?” Emily sneered with her small red lips. “Or you can
choose to kneel and wipe my shoes for me. Then, I’ll help you weather this drama that you created.”
All that she needed to do was spend some money and people would forget it in no time.
She was confident in the abilities of the Inte ghostwriters that she hired.
Even though she really hated J, Emily still acknowledged that J had a conscience. So long as
she stayed under her feet, Emily would be willing to let go of the past, and it was obvious that asking
her to kneel to wipe her shoes was one way to do it.
J looked Emily in the eye, slightly squinting. “Are you delusional?” She paused before continuing,
“When did I ever say I wanted to apologize to you?”
“Haha.” Emily sneered right away, getting caught off guard by what J said. “Get ready for your
reputation to go down the drain then.”
Emily raised her eyebrows, trying to provoke her.
“Go down the drain?” Emily began to look extremely upset and callous. “Who are you referring to?”
As she finished, she took out a small sh drive from her pocket and waved it in front of her,
whispering, “This contains the surveince footage from the library. So, whose reputation is going down
the drain?”
Emily’s eyes widened as she heard this. She tried to calm herself down, but it was to no avail. “W-What
are you talking about?”
How does she have the surveince footage from the library?
Didn’t I hire the hackers to delete them all already?
Did the hackers lie to me?
Did they never actually erase the footage?
No. That’s not possible. But how did she get her hands on it?
Hundreds of questions appeared in Emily’s head within just a few seconds.
“H-How did you get it?” Emily’s voice quivered, but she would not let J hear that. As such, she
mumbled, “Ha. That’s just a trick, isn’t it?”
In that split second, all of Emily’s worries went away as she thought about J’s reputation. No one
would ever give her that footage given how horribly she treats people.
She reckoned that she had indeed overestimated J.
“Ha!” J sneered like the devil in hell before she calmly plugged the sh drive into her smartphone
that was of thetest model.
A few momentster, the footage where Emily pushed Abby over appeared on the screen, and it was
on repeat for a total of more than ten seconds.
Meanwhile, Emily’s heart was pounding in her chest. She perspired profusely as she saw herself on the
screen inplete disbelief.
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“J Jackson, what do you want?” Emily clenched her fists so hard that they started to hurt.
“My answer to that question depends on what you’ll do.” J bit her pink lips, looking attractive yet
devilish.
Before hearing what Emily might say, J walked around her and left without hesitation.
Meanwhile, Emily was there, stunned and upset. She once again clenched her fists and whispered,
“J Jackson, you b*tch. I won’t let you go.”
When I be the sessor of Yobril, I’ll make you pay for all the shame you put me through.