My Extraordinary Wife

Ashlyn’s expression remained cold. She cast an icy gaze at Ryan before releasing her grip on Mary without warning.

Mary sprawled on the ground pathetically like an oxygen-deprived eel.

She trembled uncontrollably, for she had no doubt that if Ryan had not come over to call a halt to things, Ashlyn would have certainly strangled her to death.

“I’ll let you go today for the sake of Mr. Yates and Old Mrs. Yates. You’d best tell me the truth.” Ashlyn emanated a murderous aura.

Her grace and elegance from before were all but gone. At that moment, she was like Grim Reaper, who came from the underworld to take lives.

In the next heartbeat, however, she regained her previous indifference and composure. Turning to Bianca beside her, she said apologetically, “I’m sorry. It’s your birthday banquet today, yet I did such a disrespectful thing.”

Unexpectedly, Bianca regarded Ashlyn with a complex look in her eyes. “Sweetie, is your mother named Alice Chapman?”

latter was not glaring at her furiously. Contrarily, a trace of suppressed excitement

lips for a moment.

you recognize

took out a handkerchief. It was the one with a centenary icon, which she

ventured, “From the embroidery technique… it’s

at that time, and I bumped into Ms. Chapman, who

I’d possibly never see my daughter in this lifetime. I slumped to the ground by the lake and started weeping. It was her

life, and I’m also skilled in it. However, Ms. Chapman’s embroidery is

too many misdeeds. Not only did she insult

would you like, Sweetie? Tell me everything,

stunned everyone

woman but the wife of a count

despite the lack of

need any compensation, Old