Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 218

“Understood. I’ll let him know.” With that, the maid left eagerly. The air inside the study was so oppressive that Henry felt suffocated. Ever since Mason met Janet, his emotions fluctuated every single day. He was either extremely happy or extremely sad, sometimes even in a rage.

When the maid went back to the courtyard after sending Young Master Campbell away, Young Master Cardiff arrived.

The maid stared at Hedd ominously when he told her the purpose of his visit. She thought it must be her unlucky day as she was forced to deal with one troublesome visitor after another. In the end, she would still be the one bearing the brunt, not them.

She sobbed internally at the thought. After taking a deep breath to subdue the fear inside her, she then made her way to the study at a quick pace. “Young Master Mason, Young Master Cardiff is waiting outside to meet you.”

Mason threw the document in his hand onto the floor and bellowed in an icy voice, “Ask him to get lost!”

“Y-Yes, I’ll do that now!” The maid immediately dashed out of the room. “Young Master Cardiff, Young Master Mason refuses to see you.” The maid’s voice sounded a tad frustrated. She just wished he would go back without making a fuss and putting her in a difficult position.

that, he had no clue that the young girl was Night Shadow at

family just because he was in a bad mood? Hedd simply couldn’t afford to offend someone like Mason! Staring at the maid almost imploringly, Hedd pleaded, “Please convince him to let me in!

kindness, “Nothing will happen to you if you leave now but if you insist on hanging around, I can’t guarantee

away with resignation. Knowing that Mason was an emotionally unstable guy, Hedd thought he’d better leave. If he really pissed Mason off by lingering around, it was highly likely that Mason would decide to terminate his partnership with Cardiff Enterprise. If that happened, Hedd would have no choice but to give up his lavish life as a wealthy young

slowly calmed down and became less moody. Soon, he stubbed out the remaining half of his cigarette that was dangling between his fingers. He knew he could get addicted to it and the last thing he wanted was

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the students in Class A had a super wealthy relative who was a professional race car driver. Claiming that his relative managed to capture a picture of Janet

Racing Championship

heads at his outlandish story. “You and your

true!” The guy insisted, “Also, I think she

Shadow?” One of the

guy nodded his head vigorously