My Wife Act Differently Behind Me
Chapter 134

Chapter

134

Looking at the watch, he got up and spoke to Nicole, "I have something to attend to, so I'll leave first.

If you need anything, just call Claus.'

He pointed to the little brother at the counter, and only then did Nicole know that he was called Claus. She nodded.

"Okay."

She then took out the exercise mr. Louis gave her and started to twirl her pen as she worked on

it.

Seeing that she was already into her groove, Jared did not linger and immediately left with Max. VU

Max drove the car and took a glance at Jared, who was resting in the backseat with his eyes closed.

The man's face was half-hidden under the dim light, faintly revealing a cold and sharp outline.

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The expression on his face became colder and colder, and the whole person looked like a lifeless ice sculpture.

Every time when he was about to meet those familiar high houses, Jared would always be like this.

As Max thought about it, he could only sigh softly.

He only hoped that those people stop provoking Jared, or else they would pay a horrible price for it.

As the black car sped across the wide roads of San Joto, the body line of the car became extremely smooth, as if it was a charging angry lion.

This location was already close to the city center, and many noticed the car as an incredulous look appeared in their eyes.

'Isn't this the car of that person? He's already back in San Joto?' they wondered.

Thinking of what he had done before, all of them shuddered.

It seemed like an upheaval was about to take place in San Joto.

The Rogers family mansion.

"Have the invitations been sent out on time!"

A sixty-odd-year-old old man was standing in the middle of the manor as he asked a middle aged man coldly

"Yes, all of them have been sent out.

Even mr. Johnston, who had just only returned to San Joto, is not left out.

Don't worry, Father."

When he mentioned Jared, a look of disdain appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes.

That did not escape mr. Rogers Sr.'s notice as his somewhat muddled eyes lit up as he took up his walking stick and slammed it against the middle-aged man's leg. With that hit, Jallen grunted as his legs felt weak, and knelt on the ground.

He dared not fight back against the punishment his father had meted out but instead only looked at the latter in confusion as he secretly clenched his fist. "Father, why are you punishing me?

He had done everything the old man had asked him to.

"This old coot is damn difficult to please,' he thought.

A gloom then swept across Jallen's eyes.