Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 852

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 852

At this moment, the woman suddenly spoke up. “Why is Miss Jackson hiding behind there? What’s the problem? Are you shy?”

After being called upon, Emily’s face turned pale instantly.

Listening to the girl’s cold and indifferent voice, Brian got goosebumps. He quickly pulled Emily forward. “Emily, hurry up and greet Young Master Mason and Miss J’Adore.”

Didn’t I teach her all these banquet etiquettes just now? How could Emily forget them so fast? She’s being so rude!

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Emily looked extremely embarrassed, but she had to step forth to cater to them.

She poked her head out slowly. Still in a trance, she walked to Mason and J’Adore, then greeted them respectfully. “Hello, Young Master Mason! Hello, Miss J’Adore!”

The man nodded, then retracted his gaze.

Janet glanced profoundly at Emily, then smiled. “If I remember correctly, the person that reminded and warned me to know my place, to not let my eyes wander, and that no one would know how I disappeared, is you. Am I right, Miss Jackson?”

At this, Emily visibly paled.

Brian, who was standing beside her, frowned and looked at her. “Emily, what happened? You had an argument with Miss J’Adore?”

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I’ve warned her so many times before the banquet! Why can’t she listen? Is Emily trying to p*ss me off?

If Mason and J’Adore held a grudge against the Jacksons, then their family would be in deep trouble!

With his arm around her waist, Mason asked in concern, “What happened? You had a dispute with Miss Jackson?”

This question was directed at Janet.

Mason and Janet nodded at the same time.

Then, the man placed his arm around her waist as they walked toward the VIP table.

Emily stood stuck in one spot for a long time before snapping back to reality. The blood gradually rushed back into her pale face, and her small face took on its rosy tinge once again.

She was about to find a place to sit when she was suddenly faced with Brian’s criticisms.

His usual good temper withered away as he berated her. “Emily, look at what you’ve done. Didn’t I tell you not to have disagreements with the guests? Why won’t you just listen to me? If it wasn’t for J’Adore’s generosity, I think your future would be ruined by now.”

The place was full of the music industry’s big names. If they knew that Emily had such a bad temper, it wouldn’t be hard to figure that the people in the music industry would rally against her.

As she was being scolded, Emily’s expression turned dark, and the color that had just returned to her cheeks faded away.

How was I supposed to know that J’Adore looks so ordinary?