Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 300
Damien cackled darkly, and he didn’t seem scared at all. He started counting clearly, “Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three…”
Janet giggled casually, and she stared at him almost teasingly. After that, she leaned down and whispered into his ear, “Goodbye.” With that, she positioned the gun barrel just a few centimetres away from Damien’s heart before squeezing the trigger.
Damien’s eyes widened in shock, but he continued counting, “Two… One.”
After he was done counting, he noticed that Janet was still standing while seemingly unharmed. Hence, he started struggling violently.
However, the gunshot wound had already rendered him too weak to resist. “Wh-What’s happening?”
Isn’t Janet poisoned with my venomous wine? Why is she still standing in front of me?
Janet stared at Damien’s face, which was now as white as a sheet, and smirked at him. “Damien, I told you—you are too proud and careless.”
Damien could barely focus now, and so everything in front of him was turning into a blur. He coughed up some blood, and his voice was becoming weaker. “Did you not drink the beauty tea?”
Janet squinted at him when she heard that, seemingly amused while toying with the gun in her hand. She moved closer to his ear and explained in a chilly tone, “That tea was too bitter, I just couldn’t swallow it!”
I knew from the very beginning that there was something amiss with the tea especially since the hostess served the tea at such an odd timing. Besides, the hostess had an odd expression, and those were all red flags.
Damien is such a fool. I can’t believe he didn’t even bother to hire a more professional actor. Nevertheless, I saw through his plan, but I pretended to take a sip anyway. After that, I spit it out on some paper towels.
Otherwise, I’m sure Damien will continue targeting me in the future. I do not have the time to fool around with him.
Damien’s body shook, and he stared in horror at the young woman in front of him.
She is vicious… Starting from the day she joined the group, I already knew that my only competitor would be the most inconspicuous Janet Jackson. Who would have thought… I have raised a wolf after all. If I knew this would happen, I would have cut her up into pieces and left her body in the group’s backyard to feed the wolves…
Janet’s gaze was icy-cold and as deep as old, abandoned wells. Then, she stood up to step on Damien’s gunshot wound.
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