Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 508


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 508


    Gordon was not like J, who could do anything. Speaking of music, he suddenly remembered


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    something. Looking up after the sudden realization, he turned to J and said, “J, have you seen


    the news from the Music Association?”


    “The Music Association?” J looked up and asked absent-mindedly, “What happened?”


    He sighed. “Yobril recently announced that it’s going to host the annual piano conference. Every


    country has to send two representatives to Yobril to participate.” He paused for a moment. “In any


    case, one of them is sure to be you. Don’t try and run away from this.”


    Thinking back to that time, J had participated in the first-ever pianopetition and took the first


    prize back to Markovia with her. However, she did not participate in thepetitionst year. Thus,


    Gordon entered thepetition instead and took fourth ce.


    J fell silent for several minutes after hearing what he said. Yobril’s pianopetition? I’m sure


    Emily will be participating in it. After all, I know that Hilbert brought her back to Yobril so that she could


    be the representative for their country. If Emily wins thepetition, it will signify that Yobril is the


    winner of thepetition. That’s not the result Sandfort City’s Music Association will want to see.


    “I didn’t see the news.” Her beautiful eyes narrowed. “If I get chosen, then I’ll just go with the flow.”


    Meanwhile, Abby blinked, not understanding what they were talking about. All she knew was that they


    were talking about participating in some sort of pianopetition. I might not know what this piano


    Gordon asking J to go? Unless… J can y the piano? Thus, she nced at J in


    confusion and asked, “J, can you y the piano too?”


    J pursed her lips and nodded. “A little bit.”


    Upon hearing those words, Gordon nearly fell to his knees in despair. What do you mean by ‘a little


    bit’?! Is Sweet Tune Guru’s reputation a joke?! Are all bigshots this humble?!


    Abby smiled, and her dimple made her look extremely adorable. “You’re amazing, J!” J can do


    everything! She is so incredible! Still, I’ve known J for a year now. I can’t believe I only learned that


    she can y the piano after so long. When ites down to it, I’ve been too narrow-minded! If I have


    the chance, I would like to see J ying the piano!


    “Let’s eat. The food is getting cold.” J pushed the dishes over to Abby.


    “Okay! I saw the online reviews iming that the food here is pretty good. Let’s taste it!”


    At 8 PM that night, a ck Maybach parked in front of Imperial Hall Restaurant. A man wearing a ck


    shirt slowly got out of the car. The shirt vaguely exposed the red marks on his neck. His thin lips were


    lightly pursed, and he was enveloped in a considerably cold aura. Walking over to the front counter, he


    asked the receptionist something before heading upstairs.


    The receptionist had an idiotic look on her face as she absent-mindedly answered the questions.


    Looking at the man’s back, she eximed, “Did you see that?! That man is so handsome!”


    “D*mn! He’s so tall too! He looks like he is around 1.9 meters tall!”


    “F*ck; if only I could be that man’s girlfriend.”


    On the other side, the little reunion wasing to a close. Thus, Abby suggested that she and Gordon


    send J home while the Beasts went back by themselves. To their surprise, J smiled and shook


    her head. “It’s okay. I’ve already asked somebody to pick me up.”


    Abby was stunned for a moment before a realization hit her. She wiggled her eyebrows ambiguously


    and cheekily said, “Oh? Is it your boyfriend?”