Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife novel Chapter 684

Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 684

Everyone thought that Hazel was rather naïve, so they leaned closer and whispered, “Maybe she is afraid that her result may ruin her reputation as a top scorer.” Since the examination was extremely arduous, it was quite understandable why she wanted to avoid taking it.

“Oh, I see.” She nodded before she smiled. “Do you mind telling me who the top scorer is?”

Upon hearing that, the students pointed in the direction where Janet was. “It’s her.”

“Thanks.”

With that, she rose to her full height and walked toward Janet’s seat with a smile on her face. She then amiably introduced herself. “Hello, I am Hazel Fuller. It’s nice to meet you.”

When Janet heard her voice, she sluggishly raised her eyes and glanced at her. “Janet Jackson,” she responded.

“Janet, I admire you quite a bit and I wish to ask you some questions that are related to the medical field. Janet is a top-scorer with a perfect score, so I bet she won’t reject my request, she thought.

Janet fell into a long silence when she heard Hazel’s request. Then, she impassively replied in her cold voice, “Sure.”

Hazel led her to the corridor. After confirming that there was no one around, she directly uttered, “I bet you didn’t expect to meet me here, right?”

Janet raised her eyebrow. It was, in fact, unexpected.

Looking at her nonchalant and sluggish expression, Hazel was annoyed. “Let me tell you this—no matter where you go…” She paused for a moment before her gaze became sharp and piercing. “No matter where you go, I will look for you and see to it that you return the Fuller Family’s assets worth over a billion.”

Hazel initially thought that her words would weaken Janet’s legs, causing her to beg for forgiveness on her knees.

However, Janet sluggishly merely stood in front of her. She listened with her brows intermittently raised while looking beguiling and wayward.

Janet knocked on the door and pushed Professor Mason’s office door open before she obtained the consent from the person inside.

Upon hearing her panting, the man, who was sitting behind the desk while working with one hand, raised his eyes and looked at the girl before him. “What’s the rush? Do you miss me?”

She put her bag down with a calm expression, but she had a lazy tone. “Someone is following me.”

“You are being followed?” The man’s dark pupils abruptly contracted.

Janet blinked as a hint of amusement flashed across her eyes while she deliberately replied, “Yes, senior.”

“You—” The man was initially mad, but he found it comical a second later and laughed instead. He slowly rose up and left his leather chair before walking toward the girl to hug her. “How many seniors do you have?”

Upon hearing that, she bit on her lips and carefully considered the question. Then, she spread her hands and shook her head. “Too many to count.”