Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 78

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 78

Upon hearing her words, Madam Hunt snatched Janet’s phone. The moment she saw herself in the video, she instantly intended to destroy it.

Janet’s red lips parted as her eyes appeared to be cold. “Do you have the nerve to do it?”

Madam Hunt shuddered at her words. Frightened, her face paled as she put the phone back in Janet’s hands. Who’s this girl? Why does she have the capability to get hold of the surveillance video of the art gallery? Did I accidentally offend another bigshot?

Everyone noticed that she remained quiet with her head bowed.

“Looks like it was this old lady who accused the innocent despite being the one in fault.”

“Hey, she just said that it was this girl who scolded her first.”

Upon hearing the condemnation of the crowd, she carried her bag and immediately left with her tail in between her legs.

Seeing that, the crowd dispersed, but two figures at the corner happened to see the scene.

Shocked, Emily looked at Megan. “Mom, did I hear it wrong? Did I just hear the manager saying that Janet has the surveillance video of the art gallery? How is that possible? Could it be that she knows someone from the art gallery? Or maybe she hacked into the security system of the art gallery?”

Megan was dumbfounded as well. She couldn’t even speak fluently. “I-I don’t know either!”

She had a lot of things on her mind, especially when she looked at Janet’s figure—getting first place in the trial exams, the champion in the competition, and also the incident today… Janet, what secrets are you hiding?

“Mom, I’ve always been wondering whether Janet was really raised in the countryside,” Emily asked.

“How would I know about this? I’ll talk to your father once we return home.”

The banquet for discipleship ceremony began at about 4PM at the Capital Hotel.

Emily had changed into a white evening gown, looking as beautiful as a swan.

Seeing that Megan had gone to the washroom, she deliberately walked up to Janet and flaunted her outfit. “Janet, am I pretty?”

Janet raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking about yourself or your painting? I think that both are so-so.”