Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 980
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 980
Sir, You Don’t Know Your Wife Chapter 980
Once she entered the auction site, the woman found an inconspicuous seat to sit down on. The only
thing I need to observe now is whether or not Prime Minister Welch will show up. I need to know what Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
he looks like and find out when is the best time to make a move.
Upstairs, the man continued drumming his fingers lightly against the stairs railing as he observed the
auction site on the first floor.
Another woman had just walked through the entrance. She had blonde hair and she was dressed
extremely sexily, making her stand out.
There were many women who looked like her in the Hawke Kingdom, so initially, there was nothing
exceptional about her. However, the man’s eyes narrowed when he noticed that the woman was not
wearing a brooch on her chest.
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If she’s not wearing a brooch, it means that she’s not from the Hawke Kingdom, which also means that
she should not be here in the first place.
At that moment, a man in black approached him and spoke quietly. “Prime Minister, a suspicious
person has just entered the venue.”
The man did not look surprised when he heard that. “Are you referring to the blonde woman?” he asked
calmly.
The man in black was stunned for a moment because he did not expect the Prime Minister to be aware
of that.
The man in black murmured, “Also, her ID is from Markovia.”
“Understood. You may leave now.”
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“Yes.”
After the man in black left, the prime minister’s lips curled up imperceptibly. Is the woman here for the
auction items or is she here for me? Looks like we’ll come to know by observing if she participates in
the auction.
It was ten minutes before the auction started and Shadow 1 sat quietly in a corner. It was lively in the
venue but somehow, she could tell them something was amiss. It is different from other auctions.
Normally during an auction, everybody would be discussing the auctioned items. However, the clients
in this auction are not focused on the items that are being auctioned off. Something’s obviously off.
Shadow 1 observed everyone carefully by scanning every person from head-to-toe, and her eyes
narrowed suddenly because she realized the difference between herself and the rest of the attendees.
All the men here have a black bowtie, whereas the women have brooches fastened on their dress.
Although some do not have those features, my instincts are telling me that there’s something up with
this arrangement. If I were to separate the buyers from these features, I’m guessing that three to five
out of ten people are real buyers, whereas the rest of them are merely ‘props’ who have been briefed
beforehand. No wonder the guards at the entrance asked me those questions. Prime Minister Welch
must have planned all these beforehand!
“D*mn it!” her red lips parted and she cursed under her breath. The Prime Minister of the Hawke
Kingdom is so smart that I almost fell into his trap. She scanned her surroundings and after making
sure that nobody was observing her, she stood up and slowly made her way to the washroom.
It so happened that another woman was walking out of the washroom. Similarly, she had a brooch
fastened across her chest.
Shadow 1 squinted in determination and she grabbed the woman’s neck from behind.
The woman was alert too—she knew immediately that something was wrong and she prepared a
counterattack.
In any case, Shadow 1 was still Shadow 1 after all, so she defeated the woman in two to three minutes.
Shadow 1 then took out a strong hallucinogen and injected it into the back of the woman’s neck.
After being injected with the strong hallucinogen, the woman would be knocked out and the effects of
the drug would last for six to eight hours. When the time was up, she would be able to wake up
naturally. Forget about eight hours; I don’t even need six hours because I would have completed my
mission before that.
Shadow 1 smirked while patting the woman’s cheek. “Sorry about that.”
With that, she unfastened the brooch from the woman’s dress to pin it onto hers. Then, she locked the
washroom cubicle from within. Clapping her hands in satisfaction, she walked to the mirror to fluff her
hair before she finally left the bathroom to return to the auction site.