Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 490

The Davis Family has collaborated with the Lowry Family for such a long time; how could they not invite me to the banquet?!

“Let me ask!” Sean held the phone away from his ear again. His gaze landed on the backseat of the car as he said, “Young Master Mason, the Davis Family seems to be interested in attending your birthday banquet. Do you want to add him to the invitation list?”

Upon hearing those words, Mason frowned slightly. His slender finger with its distinct joints pressed against his lips in a shushing motion. “Shh. Speak softer!” His voice carried a hint of displeasure in it. “He can come if he wants to!”

Sean nodded in response. Then, he turned to the phone and said, “Young Master Mason said that you are free to attend if you wish to.”

After settling that matter, he ended the call.

Meanwhile, somewhere far away in Markovia… An exaggerated grin immediately spread across Magnus’ face when he heard the news. “He said that I can bring my family along.”

“Did he really invite you?!” I knew it! The Lowry Family would surely

out his chest slightly and replied

at Rebecca and said, “Rebecca, you need to work out diligently for the next few days. You can leave the matters involving the banquet to your father. Leave your evening dress to me; I’ll take care of

I’m definitely going to

arrived at the Lowry Family’s training base. The base was located in the same area as the previous racecourse. It was just that both places

to visit, they fell into a great panic. Their tensed nerves finally relaxed upon learning that those two were heading to the rock climbing area. Otherwise, they generally felt as if they were on tenterhooks whenever they met

meet with Miss Jackson nor shovel shit for Darvis ever again. That experience has truly scarred

Mason. Raising her eyebrows at him, she asked faintly,

as he took her hand in his and walked

a glance with each other. Rock climbing?! He’s obviously here

the entrance to the rock climbing area stared at several figures in front of

“Young Master Mason, Black Python, White Python, Sean…” he paused for a moment and rubbed his eyes, “and a