My Extraordinary Wife

At that point, Carmen was completely devastated.

She recalled the day when Claire had come to her looking exhilarated. The latter had told her excitedly that she was returning to her own country, together with Lucas.

Before that, Franklin and Livia had agreed to Carmen’s request. They would let her try to spend more time around Lucas. The couple had even wanted her to fend off a woman named Ashlyn by making things difficult for the latter.

Carmen recalled her name. Ashlyn… That was the first time I’ve heard her name.

Even though it was the first time Carmen had heard of Ashlyn, it made a deep impression on her. After all, that was a woman Lucas was in love with.

“B-But… I’ve never thought of harming Claire. I didn’t hurt her. It’s true,” retorted Carmen in vain as she tried to twist her way out.

With concrete evidence in front of them, the police could not be bothered to listen to her explanation. Immediately, they hauled her away.

As they walked past Lucas, Carmen struck her arms out aggressively. She grabbed Lucas’ arms as hard as she could. “Help me! I don’t wish to die. I really did not murder anyone!”

“Obviously, the law will be the best judge of whether you’ve committed murder or not,” replied Lucas.

His countenance was icy cold as he shoved Carmen aside. Then he took a step back.

When Carmen heard that, she was instantly crestfallen. It was a world of difference from her smugness before the race.

in awe as a goddess in car racing. In the

and looked at the horizon. He laid eyes on Ashlyn, who

slight distance between them, Lucas felt like they were miles apart from

was like they were standing

they were so close, their hearts

moment, Ashlyn was not looking at Lucas. Her cold, empty gaze resembled lone

audience felt most jubilant. There were also fans who tuned in to the broadcasting platform. They, too,

wronged their God of Cars turned out

Cars was innocent because she

the latter faced countless accusations and insults,

was cleared, the fans

Ashlyn reacted liked those matters were

if she did not

she was sure of her own

had happened up till

in an unusual mental state. Car racers hardly flew into a rage, as it was

of provocation. It’s as if her mind was out of her control. She flew into a rage with her words and actions too easily. It was clear

unusual for a car racer who averaged a racing speed

found the case thoroughly weird the more she thought about it. On the surface, it appeared as if there were no major problems. Everything seemed

something was off.

hand to her in invitation. “God of Cars, may