Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1044


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1044


    Just as Corey was throwing random objects at his men in a fit of rage, another one of his subordinates


    came jogging up to him. “Mr. President! There’s news—news on J’Adore and Prime Minister Welch!”


    “Well, what is it? They’re dead, aren’t they? Have their remains been found at the site?” Corey


    demanded urgently, feeling as though he was on the verge of going insane.


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    “No,” the subordinate answered as he shook his head. He hesitated for a beat before he continued,


    “ording to thetest information, both Prime Minister Welch and J’Adore are still alive, and thetter


    is currently receiving treatment at the First Hospital.”


    “How is that possible?” Corey took a step backward, disbelief and abject horror shing across his


    features as a wave of hopelessness seized him.


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    No; it’s impossible! How could Prime Minister Welch and J’Adore have escaped from the traps in


    Ebony Town? How could they possibly survive? And it seems as if J’Adore wasn’t badly injured, either!


    “That’s not possible.” Corey’s words came out in a rush of panic. His chest tightened and he could taste


    the coppery scent of blood in his mouth. “J’Adore and Prime Minister Welch were both poisoned by the


    neurotoxin,” he barked coldly. “They couldn’t have survived that.”


    The subordinate who informed him of the news grew desperate. “But they did survive, Mr. President,


    and the nurse at the hospital said J’Adore can be discharged tomorrow!”


    Upon hearing this, Corey felt the color drain from his face.


    J’Adore was not known for her forgiving nature, and she would most definitelye after him once she


    was discharged from the hospital. Corey was as good as dead.


    I can’t just die in their hands like this!


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    He growled, “Quick; get the ne ready and fly me out to Yobril right away!”


    Hiding out in Yobril was the only way for him to save himself, and he could also follow up on the matter


    of the virus that Melissa was creating.


    “Mr. President, if you leave now, don’t you think it would only make J’Adore suspicious?” the


    subordinate asked hesitantly.


    Corey red at him and hissed through gritted teeth, “Are you an idiot? Do you think J’Adore isn’t


    smart enough to figure out who’s behind all this? Are you saying I should just wait around for her to kill


    me?”


    “Well, if that’s the case, Mr. President, why don’t you strike first?” the subordinate murmured as his


    eyes shed deviously.


    “Tell me what you have in mind!”


    The subordinate chuckled coldly. “Since J’Adore already knows about this, why don’t we go over to the


    hospital today and kill her before shees for us?”


    “Are you really that stupid?” Corey yelled. He had a feeling he might copse from talking to these


    morons. “J’Adore and Prime Minister Welch probably already have eyes everywhere in the hospital


    after what happened at Ebony Town. If we go over now, we’ll be marching straight to our deaths!” he


    roared.


    The subordinate blinked, then hung his head as he sighed defeatedly. “That makes sense.”


    Corey ground his teeth and clenched his fists, then snapped impatiently, “Well, what are you waiting


    for? Go and get that ne ready!”


    “Got it, Mr. President. Right away.”


    Meanwhile, on the other end, Mason was still at First Hospital when he received news of Corey’s n


    to escape from Markovia.


    Mason had put the call on speaker while he peeled an apple but upon hearing the news, he paused


    and stared at the phone on the table. “What?”


    The next moment, he put the apple down and rose from his seat, then took his phone as he prepared


    to leave.


    However, J had heard everything that was said over the phone.


    Her eyes gleamed and she reached out swiftly to hold onto his hand.


    Mason stopped in his tracks and after drawing in a breath, he turned to give J a loving smile. “Be


    good. I’m going out to make a phone call. Wait for me here.”


    She did not let him go and instead said stonily, “Don’t lie to me. You promised me that we’ll take him


    down together.”


    The man had not forgotten the promise he made but he insisted, “Babe, this is a very particr


    situation and I’m afraid I can’t let youe along. You’re still recovering.”


    “If I’m not going, then you aren’t either!” As she said this, she extended her legs and wrapped them


    around his waist to keep him from taking another step toward the door.


    When he felt her slender legs snake around the lean muscles of his waist, his gaze darkened. He took


    another breath, feeling resigned as he looked at her adoringly. “I promise I’lle back safely, Jan.”


    “No,” she refused, then clung tighter to him. “You can’t go unless you let mee with you.”


    She was stubborn and she had made her point. He had to make a decision; if he did not agree to let


    here along with him, Corey could very well slip away from his grasp today.