Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 782

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 782

Hazel fell silent and after a moment of contemplation, she nodded. “I’ll go ask her.”

Madelaine watched as Hazel entered the lecture hall, a smirk playing on her lips.

Turns out Hazel is far easier to manipulate compared to Emily.

She had been puppeted by Emily all the time before this, but now there was another girl who was more dim-witted than her.

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Presently, Hazel made her way to Janet and immediately switched her expression to one of compassion. She sounded concerned as she asked, “Janet, I’m sure with your abilities, there’s no need for you to plagiarize anyone’s work at all.”

Janet glanced up at her briefly and upon seeing the friendly smile on the girl’s face, she couldn’t help but smirk. “Thank you for your concern, Hazel,” she said in a clipped voice, then looked down once more as she played with her phone.

Hazel eyed her with empathy and she continued, “Even if you did plagiarize, wouldn’t it be better for you to come right out and confess it? Lady Rose’s fans won’t blame you; after all, everyone makes mistakes when they’re young.”

Having heard this, Janet looked up but from her peripheral view, she could see that there was a figure that moved swiftly outside the door, and her mind put together the pieces immediately.

This time, she answered, “Thanks for the advice but I did not plagiarize anything.”

Hazel’s lips twitched into a wide smile and she replied, “Well, that’s a relief to hear. I hope you know what you’re doing.”

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It was then that Hazel thought about how much of an oddball Janet was. How can she refuse to admit to her crime even as she’s about to walk off the plank? Is she only going to confess after seeing her paper plastered up on the bulletin board?

How shameless! I can’t even believe people like her exist!

It was six in the evening—the teahouse was a quiet place, with a calm ambience that was often preferred by those who came for tea.

Sean was seated next to him and aside from his company, Mason brought nothing else with him—except the revolver that was secretly strapped to his waist.

If Rose so much as played any funny games with him, he would not hesitate to let the bullet bring her to meet her maker.

Just as Mason was deep in thought, an uproar came from outside the teahouse.