Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1171


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 1171


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    Why Is She Still Standing Here Alive?


    “Oh, yes. My bad.” Mason patted her head. “It would be better if she could be like you, babe.”


    …….


    Even until dinner was over, J still couldn’t get to eat the te of honey sriracha meatballs.


    The moment she stretched her arm out to try to pick it up while they were busy eating, Herbert and


    James would stop her halfway to nag at her about it for more than half an hour.


    So, the te of meatballs was basically confiscated by the men.


    J was a little upset and suddenly remembered something, so she looked at Mason and said, “I


    want to see Emily and Corey.”


    “What are you going to see them for? Just thinking about them is ruining my appetite.”


    “Well, I thought we should bring an end to the matter,” J said lightly.


    “I’ll get ck Python to do it—he’ll chop off their heads to feed the dogs!”


    J shook her head. “I will resolve the matter between me and them by myself.”


    A trace of anger shed in the man’s eyes. “They will only try to hurt you again.”


    J could only smile helplessly. “Don’t worry. Their hands and feet will be cuffed anyway.”


    Since she insisted on going, he knew he couldn’t say anything else to stop her.


    After arriving in the basement, Mason stood outside waiting while J went to meet the two of them


    alone.


    It had been two days since theyst met.


    While they were locked up, Emilyughed maniacally almost every day, and she even cursed J


    verbally.


    From what she knew, J was supposed to be terminally ill by now.


    So the moment she saw J, her body trembled, and the smile on her face slowly faded.


    “J Jackson? Why are you here? How?”


    Emily even bumped her head against the cage and tried to rush out to question J.


    Her face at this time was hideous—she looked like a wild animal.


    Seeing how crazed she looked, J couldn’t help butugh out loud. “What did you think would


    happen to me?”


    “Didn’t you bite Mason Lowry’s neck? Why aren’t you infected by the virus? Why?”


    Emily red at J angrily. There was not only hatred, but also shock in her eyes.


    Didn’t she bite Mason’s neck? Why isn’t she infected at all? Why is J Jackson still standing here


    alive? Gah! Emily thought to herself.


    When J heard her question, sheughed. Slowly, she walked in Emily’s direction. In front of the


    iron cage, she stared at her condescendingly and said coldly, “Not just me, but Mason is also alive and


    well.”


    What J said sent Emily off into a crazed frenzy. She stared at J and shook her head as she


    thought about the possibility. “Impossible. Impossible! Mason was clearly about to die. How could he


    still be alive? This is absolutely impossible…” Emily raised her head suddenly andughed. “J


    Jackson, you are lying to me—no! You are lying to yourself. There was not much time left for Mason


    then, and now that two days have passed, there is no one who can possibly save him!”


    Yes. When Ist saw Mason, he was already very haggard. How could he be cured without a cure in


    under two days?


    J clicked her tongue and scratched her head casually. “You’re always so conceited, and you


    always feel that things you didn’t believe were impossible. Just like what happened with me being


    J’Adore—you didn’t believe it until the end. Emily, oh, Emily. Why can’t I be the legendary Doctor


    Sandra?”


    Her cold voicended, whereupon Emily’s pupils shrank slightly.


    It was a feeling akin to falling from heaven to hell.


    Her heart fell to her stomach all of a sudden, and cold sweat was dripping down her back.


    Is J really Doctor Sandra?


    How could this be…


    How could J have so many identities?!


    Emily figured she must havee to deceive her on purpose.


    Yes, that must be it—she must havee to see me act like a clown on purpose.


    “J Jackson, do you really think I would buy it?” Emilyughed loudly.


    J knew that Emily was on the verge of copsing. At this time, if she further antagonized her, there


    was a high possibility that she would really go crazy.


    Hence, J slowly took out the syringe hidden in her sleeve and pushed on the plunger, whereupon


    the yellow liquid slowly overflowed from the tip of the needle. Then, she held it up in front of Emily and


    said slowly, “Since you don’t believe what I said, then have a good taste of the virus I developed


    specially for you.”