My Extraordinary Wife

Blair seethed with anger as he listened to Mary’s unreasonable words. “The Peacock is owned by my family. We can come and eat whenever we please! Who are you to tell us otherwise?”

Her unreasonableness never ceases to amaze me.

Mary scrutinized Blair and saw a handsome young man. What a shame he’s Ashlyn’s lap dog. Trash.

“Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that? I’m the daughter of the Count. Stop bragging. The Peacock belongs to your family? Do you really think you’re one of the Nolans?” Mary spat out, directing her words at Blair.

Blair fumed with rage. “If I’m not a Nolan, then who is? You? You’re certainly not a Nolan. What’s so impressive about being the Count’s daughter? Does he even have jurisdiction here in Lake City?”

Ashley tugged on Blair’s sleeve and turned to Mary with annoyance in her eyes. “Ms. Canter, please stop insulting my brother. It’s pointless. You should just enjoy your meal.”

“Mom, let’s go. I don’t want to embarrass myself any further by being associated with her. Besides, we’re better than this. Just look at her. She’s acting like a shrew right now,” Penelope said, placing a hand on Mary’s arm and looking down at everyone else with disdain.

Hmph! Ashlyn and I are from two different worlds.

Meanwhile, Naomi was fuming and had an intense urge to give Penelope a tight slap on the face.

Does she even know what she’s saying? How dare those shrews accuse Ashlyn of being one? Don’t they realize they’re acting exactly like a shrew right now? This is sickening. How can one be so disgusting? Does she eat right out of the toilet bowl every day?

“Forget it! Let’s go! We don’t want to keep our guests waiting,” Mary snapped irritably.

Penelope, on the other hand, tried to maintain a façade of grace and sophistication. “Mom, Mr. Haddock even invited some paparazzi. It’s important that we maintain our image, even if others choose not to.”

beauty always drew attention wherever she went, making her the center

much effort others put into

paparazzi snapping photos of the latter,

with disgust as she glared at Ashlyn. “Forget

her daughter at the Count’s

at them nonchalantly.

was so angry that she almost

Tinsor were impressed

you’re such

“You’re amazing, Ashlyn!”

going on here. Dixon would never have gotten involved with those two in

see what

let him have his

Ashley’s phone chimed,

saw a text message from

Lynnie, your

I’m at the entrance

Wait

Their conversation ended there.

phone away and turned to look at

that Mary and Penelope had already arrived at

face was still red with anger. It was clear that she was still fuming about the confrontation with

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