My Extraordinary Wife

Ashlyn remained fast asleep, much to his surprise.

Lucas frowned and stroked her cheek gently. “Honey?”

Why is she still asleep?

Is she really that tired after the flight?

Something’s definitely wrong…

Suddenly, Spencer’s phone rang. “Yes… Alright, understood. I’ll convey this information to Mr. Nolan.”

Lucas stiffened. “What happened?”

“It’s Lilian, Mr. Nolan,” Spencer answered. “The butler just informed me that her autopsy report is ready. She had smeared a lethal amount of backtrack poison on her body that acted up quickly. The shot you fired simply sped up the process. This poison is developed by the NN Terrorist Group and reduces the mental state of the victim to that of a toddler.”

Lucas’s eyes glinted dangerously. “Backtrack poison from the NN Terrorist Group? How is she connected to such a dangerous organization? Tell them to look into this matter immediately.”

“Yes, Mr. Nolan.”

Lucas picked Ashlyn up bridal style and lifted her out of the car.

After setting her down on the bed back home, he went straight for the bathroom.

Ashlyn woke up after a while to the sound of water rushing from the bathroom. She blinked a few times before realizing she was back at Whitland Villa.

sat up slowly as spots danced

fell

how

at her rapidly-darkening

stay here any longer… I’ll poison

sent a message to Jared: I’m

the time Lucas emerged from

to the door to look for her when a small piece

beautiful handwriting, it read: I need to

as his

Why are you leaving?

much, and you’re

How dare you!

*

along the roads under

her voice growing lower and

go to the

you doing, Boss?” Jared asked. He was genuinely concerned for her. She went overseas for only a short while, and someone managed

eyes open, she continued, “Tell everyone to get ready for an emergency

“Yes, Boss!”

at the Centennial Healthcare pharmaceutical research

researchers were already at the

were yawning and looking half-asleep while the nocturnal ones were scoffing at them. “Boss is going to scold you