Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 817

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 817

Hearing Janet’s name being brought up made Hazel furious. She ranted, “Janet is the real Rose. Rose is Janet. Do you get it now?” Once she finished speaking, she immediately massaged her small hand pathetically. After spending an hour writing a thousand-word self-reflecting letter, her hand felt like it was about to fall off.

When Emily heard those words, she chuckled while shaking her head. How is that possible? Hazel is quite the jokester now! Janet is the real Rose? Rose is Janet? What kind of joke is that? It’s not funny at all! I won’t fall for that! “Stop teasing me, Hazel. How can she be Rose?” Emily laughed. Her expression turned dark soon after.

“Why would I lie to you? Even Eric Lawson, the person who is running The Tenth Writers Association, came to Woodsbury University to escort her. It already proves that she’s Rose. Also, she’s now at The Tenth Writers Association running for chairperson!” Hazel seethed.

Emily kept clenching her fists tighter at every word Hazel said. Eventually, both her hands were tightly clenched and a look of disbelief appeared on her face. Eric Lawson went to Woodsbury University himself to escort Janet to the Writers Association? And she’s even running for chairperson? She scoffed. That can’t be true! Shaking her head, she smirked. Her originally fiery gaze turned hollow and weak.

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“Are you still there?” Hazel massaged her hand. It was so sore that it was hard for her to hold the phone properly. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll contact you later—”

Before she finished speaking, the line got cut off.

Clearly, Emily had hung up the phone already.

Gritting her teeth, Hazel went back to the classroom while massaging her hand. I have to tell Sheldon about this. I can’t stand Janet anymore!

Meanwhile, after Emily hung up the phone, she opened Twitter with her stiff hands and followed the prompts to enter The Tenth Writers Association Meeting’s live broadcast.

At the same time, the voting at The Tenth Writers Association Meeting had ended. Staff members were currently counting the final votes backstage.

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Eric looked confident. “You should be going on stage in a bit.”

Janet smirked unenthusiastically. “Are you that sure it’s going to be me?”