Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 347
If Janet was an insider sent by any one of their competitors, Mason was now treading on thin ice as just a simple oversight and she would have access to crucial information.
At this point, White Python nodded gently.
Internal information? Janet was rendered speechless as she was not the slightest bit interested in this company.
Right at this moment, the surprised look on the faces of the managers and assistants had vanished as they all looked down and continued to go through the documents in their hands. From time to time, some of them would turn to each other and begin discussing softly and emotionlessly.
Manager A: “What’s going on? Why did Young Master Mason bring a girl?”
Manager B: “I have no idea who she is. Is she his younger sister?”
Manager C: “That’s not possible. I’ve never heard of him having a younger sister before.”
Manager D: “I have a piece of inside information that Young Master Mason recently started working in a high school. Could she be a student there?”
Manager F: “What?! Is the future wife of Young Master Mason a high schooler?”
Manager A: “Look! What is she wearing on her wrist?
Everyone was so shocked that their jaws dropped.
Ignoring what they said, Janet blinked and took out her phone.
As Mason continued to talk in the meeting, his deep and magnetic voice somehow put Janet to sleep.
After the meeting, Mason took Janet to the lounge.
“The food’s cold. I’ll ask someone to heat them.” Yawning, Janet sounded laid back.
Right at this moment, something flashed across Mason’s attractive and devilish phoenix eyes. The corners of his eyes lifted and he seemed to be plotting something.
A few seconds later, he stated with his deep voice, “Janet, I’m impressed by your lunch delivery today.”
Almost falling asleep, these words instantly woke her up. She then smiled mischievously and responded, “Of course. I didn’t know how popular you were among the ladies before this.”
Perhaps many of them wanted to bring you food.
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