Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 975
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 975
“J,” Lara sounded hesitant. “You can’t be serious about going, right?”
J kept quiet when she heard that.
After a long pause, she finally drawled, “Why shouldn’t I go?”
“J, you are walking into the lion’s den!” Lara was clearly agitated as she thought to herself, I can’t
just sit around and let J take the risk.
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“Don’t worry. I shall ept my fate if I were to die in their hands so easily.” J had a casual tone, but
she sounded slightly evil too. The risks are high but the chances of winning are equally high.
Her gaze was bottomless and unreadable; it was almost impossible to guess her thoughts. I finally
have information on Prime Minister Welch. How can I not show up since he is about to escape right
under my nose? In any case, if I fail to assassinate him, I do not have the right to call myself Shadow 1
of the world of assassination.
Lara knew that J would not budge after deciding on an issue, so she stopped advising against the
you interested?” she asked.
“Nope.” J shook her head without missing a beat.
Lara sighed. “I haven’t even informed you what the mission is about.”
J squinted at her without saying anything.
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“It is a research project, but I have no idea what it is about.” Lara also heard about that from those
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within the industry. That being said, she was not concerned about whether that was the only aspect of
the mission.
J observed the scenery outside through the window while answering in a t tone, “A billion in
funds is normal if it is a research project.” Currently, a billion isn’t tempting enough for me. The only
thing I want is to aplish my mission as soon as possible to stop Corey from pestering me further.
It waste at night when J walked into the living room of the Lowry Residence while carrying a
single-strap bag.
She confirmed that there was no one around after scanning her surroundings.
Suddenly, a servant appeared behind her while greeting her with a smile. “Miss Jackson, you’re back.”
J hummed in reply. “Where is your master?”
The servant pointed up the stairs. “Young Master Mason is upstairs.”
Is he asleep? Why is he sleeping so early, though? That’s out of the ordinary. J took her single-
strap bag up the stairs. Then, she knocked on the master bedroom door while wearing a nk
expression.
She continued knocking for some time, but nobody opened the door for her.
In the end, she sneaked into the room.
She saw Mason lying in bed, a sheen of cold sweat on his forehead. He was currently curled up tightly
underneath the quilt.
J panicked right away and she rushed forward to check on him.
Mason woke up the moment she touched his hand and he looked at her, his gaze vignt.
J regarded him while speaking to him reassuringly, “It’s me.”
After making out that it was J, Mason called out for her weakly, “Babe.”
His breath felt scorching hot and J’s cheek blushed automatically.
The heat feels abnormal. J reached out to touch Mason’s forehead and her gaze shed with
anxiety. “Are you running a fever?”
Mason grunted softly. Then, he sat up to wrap his arms around her while burying his head against her
shoulder. “Yeah,” he answered simply.
Mason had been busy the past few days when J left for Yobril. He went to Markovia and due to
insufficient rest and low morale, he found himselfing down with a cold upon returning to Sandfort
City.
“I’ll get some medication for your fever.” J wanted to stand up after saying that.
However, Mason grabbed onto her waist in a hurry and hugged her tightly. “Don’t leave me,” he
mumbled softly.
J lowered her head to look at him.
The sweat on Mason’s forehead was reducing, but his body was still heating up.
“Please, lie down. I’ll be back soon,” answered J.
Alright then.” Mason released her unwillingly.
After a while…