Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 691


    Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 691


    “Who else would I be talking about?” Old Madam Lowry raised her voice and snapped impatiently at


    him.


    What a shameless hussy, she thought to herself grimly. If she dares to step foot into the banquet, I’ll


    have her thrown out by security.


    However, J’Adore wasn’t a topic that could be breached within a short span of time.


    Sean narrowed his eyes thoughtfully as he answered in a serious tone, “J’Adore is the leader of a


    mysterious organization in Markovia.”


    Upon hearing the word ‘leader’, Old Madam Lowry stiffened, realizing that the girl was not someone


    ordinary. She then regarded Sean and asked, “Is she very capable?”


    “Of course,” he replied. After all, J’Adore was the only female leader who coulde close to being as


    powerful as Mason.


    Old Madam Lowry took in his incredulous expression and scoffed, “What’s so special about being a


    leader?”


    Is she any better than my J?


    J was a medical practitioner and she was also an artist; she was even the top schr in the


    college entrance exam! How could J’Adore even begin topete with a person as aplished as


    her?


    The very thought of that photo of Mason and J’Adore being intimate with one another only served to


    stoke the rage in Old Madam Lowry.


    Presently, Sean found it odd as to why she reacted this way after asking him about J’Adore.


    Could it be that she doesn’t know who J’Adore really is?


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    Judging from the way Old Madam Lowry reacted and her abject hostility, it was very likely that she was


    clueless about J’Adore’s identity.


    If Young Master Mason hasn’t told her the truth, then I probably shouldn’t either.


    With that in mind, Sean did not offer any further boration and decided to leave the exining to the


    people behind the ruse instead.


    Even though the banquet would onlymence at night, there were guests with ulterior motives who


    had been waiting at the venue since morning—one example being the Davis Family.


    It was noon when said family entered the banquet premises.


    Reba was overwhelmed and bubbling with excitement as she entered the banquet hall. As she took


    in the opulence of the furnishings surrounding her, she began to imagine what life could be like if she


    moved into the Lowry Residence.


    Magnus, on the other hand, had made arrangements the day before for a piano to be set up on the


    stage in the banquet hall. He had specifically instructed for the piano to be in the spotlight, and


    emphasized that it should be set up on the most important and conspicuous part of the stage.


    Everything on the stage could be seen at a single nce upon entering the premises.


    Magnus gestured in the direction of the piano and turned to address his daughter. “Reba, you can


    go up to the stage for your performance at six in the evening.”


    Reba flushed, her trembling hands clutching at the purse in her hands as she said nervously, “I


    know.”


    Just then, Esme lifted her finger and pointed at the guest lounge, deliberately showing off the huge


    diamond on her ring. “Honey, why don’t we go over and take a seat? Come along, Reba.”


    “Okay.”


    With that, the three of them began to move toward the guest lounge.


    They had only just seated themselves when a couple of managers or directors recognized Magnus.


    Holding their flutes of expensive champagne, the men approached Magnus, whereupon one of them


    greeted, “Why, President Davis! Are you here for the banquet as well?”


    Magnus stood up immediately and took up the champagne flute that was set before him, clinking


    sses with the man as he greeted jovially, “Mr. Everett! How nice to see you here!”


    The man known as Mr. Everett swept his gaze over Reba, smiling as he asked, “If I’m not mistaken,


    this must be your daughter.”


    Magnus was about to answer him when Esme chimed in, “That’s right, Mr. Everett. This is my


    daughter.”


    Reba smiled demurely at him and said, “Good day, Mr. Everett. I’m Reba.”


    Mr. Everett leered at her as she introduced herself.


    Meanwhile, more guests were arriving at the lounge and congregating around them. Everyone’s


    attention was drawn toward the Davis Family.


    Among these guests were socialites and upper-ss women. When they saw Reba, their eyes lit


    up and they couldn’t help but exim in surprise, “My goodness—what an exquisite dress!”