Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 702
Rebecca is really a failure in everything!
Mason raised his head to glance at her indifferently before he spoke in a lukewarm tone. “Thank you, President Davis.”
“I’m just glad that you like it!” Magnus smiled obsequiously as he tried to suck up to Mason.
Seeing that Mason thanked them, Rebecca thought he liked the presents that they had just given him. Hence, after some quick thinking, she said, “If I’m not mistaken, there’s another person who hasn’t given you any present.”
Everyone who attended the party had already given Mason their presents; there was only one woman who did not even utter a word.
Henry lowered his head slightly as he chuckled. Then, he stared at Rebecca—who was standing opposite him—with his dark irises before he suddenly asked, “And you are?”
Seeing that Henry asked about her, Rebecca thought he was interested in her. Hence, she quickly said, “Good evening, Young Master Moss. I’m the young lady of Davis Corporation from Markovia. My name is Rebecca.”
Upon hearing that, Henry arched his eyebrows and laughed. “In that case, what has it got to do with you whether my sister-in-law gives presents or not? Who are you to her?”
Immediately, Rebecca’s perfectly maintained expression faltered slightly. Taking a deep breath, she regained her calmness.
Everyone looked at Rebecca’s ‘solo performance’ that made the atmosphere more awkward.
“Young Master Moss, that is not what I meant. It’s just that the future Lady of the Lowry Family didn’t even prepare any gifts. Isn’t this slightly inappropriate?”
It was as if she was telling them that J’Adore did not love Mason that much, which was why she did not even bother to prepare a gift for him.
Meanwhile, it was also a subtle reminder for Mason to keep an eye on J’Adore, and that he need not place too much attention on this ungrateful woman.
Janet’s slender fingers drummed on the armrest of the chair regularly before her sly gaze fell on Rebecca. With her eyes raised, she looked dangerous and cunning.
However, Rebecca merely looked straight back without retreating.
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