Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 821
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 821
“I knew it. How can that wench J be Rose? There’s no way Rose is that wench either.”
The corner of her lips twitched faintly, then she walked out the door.
In the corridor, the staff at the Royal Academy of Music were all staring at their screens. They all looked
like diehard fans as they talked excitedly. “I didn’t expect my favorite author to be this pretty.”
“Yes, I didn’t think she would be this young—she’s still a student. She’s even the top schr in
Sandfort City! I never would have imagined.”
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“I really want to go to Sandfort City to catch a glimpse of her!”
When Emily heard them, she froze right away.
All of that was true! How can this be? Thest pir she was relying on also crumbled. Not wanting
people to see the terrible state she was in, she quickly ran into the restroom to hide.
What else did she have topete with J now? She scoffed. What else is there? How did this
happen? She had been studying piano diligently in Yobril this whole time. How could J be getting
all the fame in Sandfort City?
How was the world so unfair?
While she was resenting J, J was getting off the stage after finishing her short introduction.
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The scene was a mess. A swarm of authors and fans quickly surrounded her.
“Rose, I really love your work. I never imagined you were this beautiful.”
“Rose, can I get your autograph? Sign it on my chest.”
“Rose, sign your autograph on my chest, too. I won’t ever take a shower!”
“Rose, I read both ‘Warm de’ and ‘Warm de II’. I love your style. Can I get your contact details to
keep in touch with you?”
Currently, it was no longer a Writers Association meeting but Rose’s autograph signing event.
The corners of her lips twitched slightly as she red at Eric.
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With an awkward look on his face, he quickly called for security to escort her backstage.
The audience watched her leave then eventually quietened down a bit.
Outside the venue of the meeting, a ck Maybach was parked at the entrance. Inside the car, the live
broadcast of The Tenth Writers Association was being yed.
The man sitting in the backseat of the car had a smirk on his face. His ck eyes were trained on the
screen at the girl’s back as she made her way backstage.
Raising his hand, Mason massaged his temples and let out a sigh. What should I do?
Because of how outstanding his girlfriend was, he gained several rivals all of a sudden. It was truly
frustrating. Did they really ask her to sign her autograph on their chest? Are they out of their minds?
How daring of those lowly peasants to make such demands when her actual boyfriend hasn’t even
done so?
Luckily, she did not agree with that person’s request. Otherwise, he was going to teach her a lesson
when they got home!
“Young Master Mason.” Sean stared at him and gulped. “Aren’t you going to go in and get Miss
Jackson?”
They had rushed from the Lowry Family Conglomerate to the venue within fifteen minutes, but now that
they were here, Mason simply remained silent. Sean couldn’t understand him.
“I’ll wait for her toe out.” Mason sighed.
If he went in there now, it would certainly cause a great stir. After all, they all knew that he was a
married man, but they just did not know that his wife was J.
At that moment, however, more and more cars were starting to gather outside the meeting venue.
The once quiet entrance was suddenly filled with over a dozen cars.
He saw people with cameras in their hands pouring out of the cars. If my guess is right, these reporters
havee from television stations to interview J.
Sean nced at the rearview mirror and reminded, “Young Master Mason, if Miss Jackson doesn’t
show up now, once more people start to gatherter, she might not get to leave the ce so easily
anymore!”