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Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 203

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 203

Upon hearing that, Hedd’s blood boiled. Not only did Connor humiliate him, he even humiliated his idol. Turning to glare at Connor, Hedd taunted fiercely, “What nonsense are you spouting? You can just wait to be crushed, loser.”

“You’re the loser!” Connor pointed at Hedd while shouting at him, completely ruining his image.

Truth be told, this was more of a squabble than a race. The three of them quarreled with each other and none of them was willing to take a step back.

Meanwhile in Barnsford, Mason was at an auction. He wanted to bid on a few items and bring them back to Sandfort. However, he wasn’t interested in anything at all as he looked at the emcee, who was passionately introducing the items on the stage, and the lunatic buyers on the floor.

Just being away for a business trip for a day had made him miss his girl dearly, almost to the extent of going insane. He then took out his phone and looked at the last message that the girl sent. Although there were only two words, ‘Be careful’, he still felt extremely happy.

With his slender, well-structured fingers, Mason gently typed out a sentence: ‘Are you awake?’

Within a few seconds, Janet replied, ‘Yes, I am.’

Receiving her immediate reply, Mason was instantly hyped up and even sat up straight. Seeing that, Sean, who was beside him, raised his eyebrows and involuntarily peeked at Mason’s phone screen.

‘I miss you very much.’ Although Mason only sent these five simple words, it had a profound meaning. He was captivated by her!

Janet replied almost immediately, ‘What’s wrong?’

‘I want to video call you.’ Mason was starting to become insatiable. Yet, he didn’t receive any reply from her after that. Rubbing his temples, he switched off the phone. Janet was too cautious about everything, which was unusual for someone as young as she was. Therefore, she must have been through a lot more than the usual girl.

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