Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 817
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 817
Hearing J’s name being brought up made Hazel furious. She ranted, “J is the real Rose. Rose
is J. Do you get it now?” Once she finished speaking, she immediately massaged her small hand
pathetically. After spending an hour writing a thousand-word self-reflecting letter, her hand felt like it
was about to fall off.
When Emily heard those words, she chuckled while shaking her head. How is that possible? Hazel is
quite the jokester now! J is the real Rose? Rose is J? What kind of joke is that? It’s not funny
at all! I won’t fall for that! “Stop teasing me, Hazel. How can she be Rose?” Emilyughed. Her
expression turned dark soon after.
“Why would I lie to you? Even Eric Lawson, the person who is running The Tenth Writers Association,
came to Woodsbury University to escort her. It already proves that she’s Rose. Also, she’s now at The
Tenth Writers Association running for chairperson!” Hazel seethed.
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Emily kept clenching her fists tighter at every word Hazel said. Eventually, both her hands were tightly
clenched and a look of disbelief appeared on her face. Eric Lawson went to Woodsbury University
himself to escort J to the Writers Association? And she’s even running for chairperson? She
scoffed. That can’t be true! Shaking her head, she smirked. Her originally fiery gaze turned hollow and
weak.
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“Are you still there?” Hazel massaged her hand. It was so sore that it was hard for her to hold the
phone properly. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll contact youter—”
Before she finished speaking, the line got cut off.
Clearly, Emily had hung up the phone already.
Gritting her teeth, Hazel went back to the ssroom while massaging her hand. I have to tell Sheldon
about this. I can’t stand J anymore!
Meanwhile, after Emily hung up the phone, she opened Twitter with her stiff hands and followed the
prompts to enter The Tenth Writers Association Meeting’s live broadcast.
At the same time, the voting at The Tenth Writers Association Meeting had ended. Staff members were
currently counting the final votes backstage.
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Eric looked confident. “You should be going on stage in a bit.”
J smirked unenthusiastically. “Are you that sure it’s going to be me?”
He covered his mouth as he chuckled. “If it isn’t you, then someone must have meddled with the
votes.”
“Alright.” She crossed her legs and pushed her hair back. “Go on stage in my ceter. I don’t want to
be in the limelight!”
He smiled without saying anything; he did not want to agree.
Among the staff members backstage, one of them joked, “Do we still need to keep counting? Rose is
surely going to win!”
Someone chimed in, “Exactly. Since she’s in the running, it’s a no-brainer that she would have the most
votes.”
“Hahaha! Many of the authors here are fans of Rose as well!”
“If she doesn’t win, everyone will surely think the votes have been messed with.”
They talked as they counted the votes.
After counting precisely for several minutes, they handed the figures to the host who passed them on to
Eric to make the announcement.
Before Eric went on stage, he said, “Rose, you should go on stageter.”
She shook her head reluctantly with a smile.
Once on stage, he took the draft from the host’s hands. The moment he looked at the vote count, his
narrowed eyes widened faintly.
Slowly, his face turned white, and he struggled to breathe.
His facial expression showed his bewilderment. This is impossible!
When the audience saw him, they started to whisper among themselves. “Why does Secretary Lawson
have that look on his face?”