Chapter 913 I Am Your Wife

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“Old Mr. Quillen, I don’t mean his character.” Alfred rolled up his sleeves.

“Oh?” Terence gradually composed himself, no longer appearing intoxicated. “You mean his abilities?”

“Yes,” Alfred finally expressed. “Each time I meet him, his skills would improve significantly, which is quite unusual.”

“So, do you think he’s superior to you?” Terence asked with interest!

“I don’t know; perhaps he’s just a little more youthful,” Alfred replied modestly, then continued, “Old Mr. Quillen, do you suspect that he might be concealing something about his identity?”

Terence chuckled. “That young man is definitely not ordinary, as I’ve said before. As for his true identity, when the time comes, we will naturally find out. There’s no need to investigate further. I just need to believe in him as a person and

agreement and secretly marveled at how the old master had wisdom behind his seemingly simple demeanor. Emmanuel was undoubtedly a

other side, Emmanuel entered Mackenzie’s

as large as their residence in Yociam Residence, and even larger than some

first,”

she had been carrying a heavy

her eyes closed, she

most perfect piece of art in the world. With the purity of her form, she exuded a sense of sanctity that only a woman who had never been

washed away with water, no matter how

undeniably happened. She didn’t know how to confess this to Emmanuel or whether she even needed to. She was confused, especially after witnessing Emmanuel’s fierce protection earlier in the day, which deepened her guilt toward

realized how traditional she was and how

hour, and he wondered what his wife could possibly be doing in there. He knew Mackenzie had a cleanliness obsession, but she had never taken such a long time to shower in their home at

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