Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 782


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 782


    Hazel fell silent and after a moment of contemtion, she nodded. “I’ll go ask her.”


    Madine watched as Hazel entered the lecture hall, a smirk ying on her lips.


    Turns out Hazel is far easier to maniptepared to Emily.


    She had been puppeted by Emily all the time before this, but now there was another girl who was more


    dim-witted than her.


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    Presently, Hazel made her way to J and immediately switched her expression to one of


    compassion. She sounded concerned as she asked, “J, I’m sure with your abilities, there’s no need


    for you to giarize anyone’s work at all.”


    J nced up at her briefly and upon seeing the friendly smile on the girl’s face, she couldn’t help


    but smirk. “Thank you for your concern, Hazel,” she said in a clipped voice, then looked down once


    more as she yed with her phone.


    Hazel eyed her with empathy and she continued, “Even if you did giarize, wouldn’t it be better for


    you toe right out and confess it? Lady Rose’s fans won’t me you; after all, everyone makes


    mistakes when they’re young.”


    Having heard this, J looked up but from her peripheral view, she could see that there was a figure


    that moved swiftly outside the door, and her mind put together the pieces immediately.


    This time, she answered, “Thanks for the advice but I did not giarize anything.”


    Hazel’s lips twitched into a wide smile and she replied, “Well, that’s a relief to hear. I hope you know


    what you’re doing.”


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    It was then that Hazel thought about how much of an oddball J was. How can she refuse to admit


    to her crime even as she’s about to walk off the nk? Is she only going to confess after seeing her


    paper stered up on the bulletin board?


    How shameless! I can’t even believe people like her exist!


    It was six in the evening—the teahouse was a quiet ce, with a calm ambience that was often


    preferred by those who came for tea.


    Sean was seated next to him and aside from hispany, Mason brought nothing else with him—


    except the revolver that was secretly strapped to his waist.


    If Rose so much as yed any funny games with him, he would not hesitate to let the bullet bring her


    to meet her maker.


    Just as Mason was deep in thought, an uproar came from outside the teahouse.


    “Holy crap, look at thisdy! She’s driving a sports car!”


    “She’s awesome! She has to be a professional racer!”


    “My goodness! Isn’t this sports car model a limited edition?”


    “It is! I think there’s only three of them in the whole world!”


    “I remember both Dark Shadow and Night Shadow have one each, but I have no idea of the owner


    behind the third one.”


    “Is she one of the three people who own the model?”


    Upon hearing themotion, Mason craned his neck and peered outside.


    All he could see was a woman behind the wheel of a sports car, and she was casually pulling up at the


    teahouse.


    After that, she got down from the car in a leisurely manner, holding her keys in an enigmatic way.


    If he didn’t detest her face so much, he would have thought she was Jan.


    Mason scoffed inwardly, a corner of his lips pulling up into a contemptuous smirk.


    Even if Rose looked like Jan, she was still a sly and cunning woman who could never be as kind as the


    latter.


    Just then, the sound of footsteps approached him, followed by a female voice who called out, “Are you


    the head of ck Rain?”


    The crisp, cold voice snapped Mason out of his thoughts.


    He turned around and glowered at the woman whom he had dreamed of strangling.


    He was trying his best to suppress his murderous rage. While his eyes gleamed with bloodlust, he


    quicklyposed himself and managed a t smile. “Rose? Have a seat.”


    J smiled as she took a seat across from him, her eyes gazing into his. She pointed at the man next


    to him and asked, “Can you please leave?”


    Sean did not move until Mason asked him to.


    J watched as Sean left them before she leaned back in the chairfortably. She raised a brow in


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