Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 662
Kara drew her lower lip between her teeth as mixed feelings rose within her.
How could Janet come up with such a beautiful design when she’s not even a design student? Did she hire someone? But given the time constraint, how did she find such an excellent designer to make this? Kara was perplexed.
Meanwhile, the people in the last row couldn’t help but take a sharp breath when they identified the performer on stage.
Watching the person on stage, Mason pounded his fist on the armrest of his seat. “F*ck it!” He cursed, which was out-of-character for him.
At this moment, he wanted to single out all the men who were present and shoot them to death. Despite that, no matter how much he wanted to kill the men, he couldn’t do it in front of Janet.
“I will kill whoever f*cking talks about, or even remembers, anything that happened tonight.” The man’s murderous intent surged through him, and it was showing clearly on his face.
Immediately, the men sitting in the last row squeezed their eyes shut. Even Henry, who was usually not afraid, closed his eyes obediently, not daring to even peek.
Clenching his fists, Mason stared grimly at the girl whose leg was exposed on stage.
Meanwhile, Madelaine never imagined that Janet could design such a beautiful costume. I thought she had never studied design, and the clothes she usually wears are indeed hideous. How did her sense of fashion improve so much in such a short time? What else is she hiding from me? She was supposed to be humiliated today, yet everyone is watching her with such fascination.
“Didn’t you say that Janet has never studied design? So, what is that she’s wearing? Did she not design it?” someone next to her asked.
Biting her lip, Madelaine didn’t know what to say.
“Do you really know Janet? Why is everything that you say about her the complete opposite?” the person asked again when she did not answer.
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