My Extraordinary Wife

All the netizens broke out in a heated debate.

Meanwhile, Lucas and Ashlyn flew back to Maredania.

It didn’t matter how lively it was at Lake City with all the rowdy voices or how Lake City Daily praised Lucas to the skies on TikTok and Twitter for piloting a plane and saving lives.

Right that moment, they were sitting at a small round table under the vines, drinking coffee with Ian.

Ian quirked an eyebrow. “So, it seems that Imperial Hotel is your property, Ashlyn? I never knew that you were so capable.”

The wound on Ashlyn’s forehead had healed considerably, and new flesh had grown. She calmly took a sip of the coffee in her hand. “It’s just a hotel.”

“How modest of you, Ashlyn.” Ian chuckled, turning his gaze to Lucas. “You’re impressive, too. You can even pilot a plane, and quite well at that.”

“It turns out that you’re actually too free today and are especially teasing us? I’ve still got something else to do, so please excuse me.” Ashlyn put the coffee in her hand down.

“Come in. I’ll continue treating

said nothing. He merely placed his coffee down and followed

residence in Lake City, a young man with injuries littering his body knelt under the scorching

but his

Tinsor was stuffed into a burlap sack and left at the gates of the mansion in the

there for a whole day

kneeling there for a whole

by the window on

at the gates with worry written all over his face. He anxiously cautioned, “Mr.

it! He shall kneel

snubbed out the cigarette in his hand in disappointment, fury

and left at the gates of the mansion! How humiliating! Not only was he beaten to a pulp, but he also caused Ashlyn to suffer an injury and Imperial Hotel to be destroyed! If it weren’t for him having been

interning with Haddock Group alongside the youngest son of the Nolan family.

He lifted his eyes and cast a look at Tinsor, who was still kneeling at the gates with his back ramrod straight.

Mr. Blair would have already told her about it. Should