Genius Wife Is Naughty Again
Chapter 793

Sir, You Don't Know Your Wife Chapter 793

Does this count as cheating? Mason didn't think so. After considering it briefly, he took out his phone and called Janet. The call connected very quickly. Then, a girl's cold and clear voice came from the other side of the phone. "What's up?"

"Jan." The man's voice was low and faint. It also carried a slight sense of longing.

"Yeah?" Janet's voice was as emotionless as ever.

"What time does your class reunion end? I miss you so much!"

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"It may continue for another one or two hours. You can sleep first if it's too late."

Upon hearing that, Mason nodded. "Okay."

On the other side, Janet hung up the phone and reached out to take the medical kit that Desire handed to her.

"Tsk. Tsk. Janet, the both of us are so unlucky! And, it's all because of your man!" Desire clicked her tongue.

Janet's pink lips parted slightly. Taking out a pair of scissors and some gauze, she sneered. "It's not the same." I willingly took the bullet for him.

Eyeing the bloody wound, Desire frowned. "Do you want to get it looked at in a hospital?"

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"No, it's just a scratch." Janet bit her lip as she carefully cleaned the graze wound on her shoulder.

Desire stood by her side and scowled deeply. "Just who on earth did he upset? Those assassins were armed with bombs and explosives!"

"I don't know." She continued tonelessly, "But, such professional killers can only be secretly trained by one of the countries." This isn't something a lone organization can pull off. After all, only a few people can produce bombs and explosives. And, I know all of them. Still... all the assassins are dead; I don't have any leads to investigate. All I can do now is increase my vigilance and wait for the other party to make their next move.

A door of a basement somewhere in Markovia was opened suddenly. In response, the man sitting in the main seat immediately sat up straight with a slightly grim look.

The black-clothed man that barged into the basement got down on one knee. He respectfully but cautiously reported, "Master, the mission to assassinate Prime Minister Welch has failed."

"It failed?" A drop of sweat slid down the man's forehead. The assassins I sent were professionals; they were secretly trained by the country. Moreover, they were secretly investigating and tracking Prime Minister Welch's whereabouts over the last two months. How can they fail just like that?

"Where were the assassins last seen?"

The black-clothed man frowned slightly. "The last point of contact was in Sandfort City."

The man sitting in the seat of power reacted to those words, and the pupils in his eyes contracted abruptly. As the movements of the assassins had been kept secret throughout their mission, even he, as the person who gave them the order, did not know their whereabouts. If we lost contact with the assassins in Sandfort City... Does that mean they went to Sandfort City to assassinate Prime Minister Welch? But, why would Prime Minister Welch of Hawke Kingdom be in Sandfort City? Does he have some sort of connection to Sandfort City?

The black-clothed man looked up and asked tentatively, "Mr. President, didn't you assign this task to J'Adore? Why didn't you wait for her to make her move?"

The President shook his head. "I didn't expect things to turn out like this."

What he envisioned at the beginning was that if these assassins succeeded in their mission, then he didn't need to involve J'Adore in this matter. Contrary to his expectations, not only did they fail their mission after investigating for two whole months, but more than a dozen elites also lost their lives during the mission. The only thing he could be certain of at the moment was that Prime Minister Welch of Hawke Kingdom most likely spent most of his time in Sandfort City. However, Prime Minister Welch's identity in Sandfort City remained unknown. If he really is in Sandfort City, then J'Adore will have an easier time investigating him.

"Master, do you still want to send somebody to continue investigating Prime Minister Welch?" The black-clothed man knelt on the ground, awaiting his instructions.