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Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 844

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 844

The corners of Janet’s mouth lifted slightly. “The producers of these masks in Markovia’s black market have been acquired by us. If you want some, I can get them made for you. But, what do you think about paying a million per mask?” Janet said in a naughty tone.

The man gritted his teeth and gently pinched her at the waist. “A million for one mask? Miss Jackson, you sure know how to run a business.”

Janet smiled and pointed at the masks in the box. “Choose one that looks good to you.”

Mason took a deep breath and immediately got up to leave as he couldn’t stand the teasing. If he had a say, he had much rather she didn’t wear one. After all, none of those looks could compare to Janet.

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Janet watched the man’s retreating back, and an evil smile appeared on her face. She randomly chose a mask and put it on.

On the other hand, Mason went upstairs and walked into the study. Sitting in the black leather office chair, he kneaded his forehead, then decided to make a phone call. Speaking in his low, magnetic voice, he instructed, “Have the people in the research department work on a hyper-realistic face mask. It must look exactly like a human face.”

His other identity had already been discovered. If he had a hyper-realistic face mask, it would be much more convenient to carry out missions. If he wasn’t mistaken, the group of people in black that attacked him in the teahouse last time had come for him thinking he was his alias. That identity of his could be a threat to the people of Markovia.

However, the person that dominated Markovia was Janet, and he didn’t think that it was her who had sent those men after him.

The next day, the entire Holden Hotel building had been rented by Brian, so this banquet was definitely one of the most luxurious events Sandfort City had ever seen. It was obvious that Brian and Megan attached great importance to this celebratory feast.

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