Uncovering My Wife's Secrets

Actually, Gwen just wanted to take a look at Annalise’s admission pass to see whether she chose traditional or modern medicine. She would be better prepared that way. She could only win any battle if she knew herself and her enemy Abigail and Jane looked at each other with a smile when they heard Gwen suggest talking to Annalise. They agreed. “Yes, we must pick her brain properly today.”

Jane purposely added fuel to the fire and said to Abigail, “Abbie, Annalise had always done better than you through luck. Not only did she embarrass you, but she also caused you to fall out with Alexander. We’re at the Medical Conference today. This is what you’re best at. You must humiliate her hard and regain your dignity”

“I will!” Abigail subconsciously raised her chin. Annalise had always done better than her through luck the previous few times. This time, it was finally her turn to shine. She would use the truth to tell Annalise that luck would eventually run out. A person’s ability was the true way forward.

Alexander had warned her to perform well and work hard to leave an impression on the rest of the participants before she came to the Medical Conference. It would be best if she could produce results. Most importantly, she must not cause trouble, especially not provoke Jonathan and Annalise. However, she could not care less now. Today, she had to humiliate Annalise no matter what to vent her anger

The three of them walked toward Annalise. Abigail greeted Annalise and Julian warmly when they arrived in front of the couple,” Anna, Julian.”

Annalise raised her eyelids slightly and glanced at Abigail without responding. Someone like Julian would not care about trash like Abigail. He did not even look at her.

Jane did not hide her disdain for Annalise. She merely greeted Julian and completely ignored Annalise Annalise did no tcare. She just wanted these people to stay away from her. Gwen greeted Annalise and Julian politely. Then, she quickly looked at Annalise’s admission pass. It said “traditional medicine practitioner”.

Gwen secretly despised her. She knew that Annalise would choose to come as a traditional medicine practitioner! It did not matter whether she chose traditional medicine or modern medicine. She was going to be slaughtered by her team later.

be a traditional medicine practitioner.” Abigail also saw that the pass printed “traditional medicine practitioner” and could not help but call her out sarcastically. Annalise looked up slightly. There was indifference in her eyes. “There are still many things you can’t

learned a few traditional medicine techniques from staying by Jonathan’s side” “Yes, there are

at Julian. “What kind of relationship?” Julian

Annalise were that of an older brother. Their age

came out of Abigail’s mouth. It infuriated him. There were a lot of shitstains in this world. They looked inconspicuous and they were disgusting. Abigail did not know that Julian’s anger was completely directed at her. She thought that Julian had

Some cuckolded farmers have even killed their wives with a hoe in a fit of anger.

I didn’t expect Anna and Professor Woods to have a sibling-like relationship. It is the trend to become god-siblings in this day and age, but the outside world interprets the news of Professor Woods taking Anna as his godsister very poorly. Many people say that Professor

more. He shot a sharp gaze at Abigail and said coldly, “Abigail Barton, you really are great!” Abigail had wanted to hear the word

At that time, she had

but he had already attacked the Raven family’s company. She had a feeling that

I’m very happy to meet you here. Please enlighten me more later I’ll go say hello

the surrounding air become thin and almost suffocated when she faced Julian’s impending aura just now. She snorted softly now that she had recovered. She thought,

Barton’s various scandals right now and play them on the big screen of the Medical Conference on repeat. (Create it yourself if you

he greeted a few acquaintances. He immediately questioned with an interrogative tone when