Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 82

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 82

“A capable person would have the qualifications to negotiate terms. Old Mr. Collins, do you think I have that capability?” Her red lips curled upward and everyone heard her calm words. “I’m refusing your offer.”

“Why?” Old Mr. Collins was flustered. Could it be that I’m too late and this young lady is already someone else’s disciple?

She tucked her hair and sluggishly replied, “I don’t acknowledge your skills.”

Her words stirred up another uproar at the scene.

“Has she gone mad? She’s embarrassing Old Mr. Collins!”

“She’s too arrogant. Old Mr. Collins is a skilled artist!”

“Is she questioning Old Mr. Collins’ skills?”

Upon hearing the discussion among the crowd, his expression instantly darkened. Although he admired her talent, he disliked her haughty way of speaking.

“Young lady, on what basis do you say so? How could you speak in an arrogant manner just because I’ve given you an opportunity to be my disciple?”

Megan attempted to step forward to explain. After all, Janet was also the daughter of the Jackson Family. Therefore, whether it was Emily or Janet who was accepted as his disciple, it would glorify their family’s reputation. Nevertheless, Janet was faster than Megan by a mere second. “No, it’s just that I’m not convinced by your skills.”

Everyone was rendered speechless.

With that, Old Mr. Collins was absolutely mortified as nobody had ever questioned his skills after many years, but the young lady had the courage to do so. “Hmph, what makes you think that you are so great? Such an arrogant kid!” He then rushed off in a huff.

He was pissed off and left while the crowd reprimanded her in fury.

“How could you speak to an elderly man like that?”

“You shouldn’t have said that to Old Mr. Collins. You weren’t even born when he started painting!”

“Don’t think that you can be so full of yourself just because you know a thing or two. With this attitude of yours, you will be screwed sooner or later!”

She was unperturbed by the crowd’s discussion, as if nothing had happened.