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.


    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?”