My Extraordinary Wife

Jenny was already so jealous of Penelope’s guest list, but she absolutely hated the fact that Ashlyn got to be by Lucas’ side and became his wife!

Therefore, she intentionally provoked Ashlyn, “Are you intending to host some kind of event here too?”

She covered her mouth and sniggered with disdain. “Isn’t Mr. Winsor an important enough guest for you? Yet you refuse to go in. Please don’t tell me that you’re expecting big shots.”

Naomi was so angry that her face turned red. “How dare you! You’re too much. How can you say such things about Ashlyn! I—”

Ashlyn smiled. “They aren’t big shots. Just a few friends. That’s all.”

She paused, and her smile deepened. “Friends and guests are alike. It’s meaningless to discriminate against them. Doing so will only make you appear low-class and rude.”

When those mocking words reached Jenny’s ears, she became so furious that her neck turned red. Is Ashlyn trying to imply that I’m a rude person with a lousy character?

Just as she was about to tell Ashlyn off, a car suddenly appeared at the entrance of The Peacock.

two antique walnuts in his hands. There was an awe-inspiring presence about this man. The walnuts looked very smooth and shiny from the patina, and the carvings on them

from their perfect appearance, those walnuts must be worth a lot. They were not

Is that the

Old Mr.

is he doing here? Is he

was aware that holding two antique walnuts in his hands was a trademark of Harvey’s. It was said that the two walnuts cost a lot

thrilled. Everyone who attended the banquet that day came because of Dixon. Mary did not expect that

that the chairman of Magnecal Tech never attended banquets and the like because

he came this time

was filled

were the global top-selling products year after year. It would not be far-fetched to say that

been a low-profile company. As far as the world was concerned, the company

particularly so for the chairman,

is he doing

quickly. “Old Mr. Laith, you’re here! Thank you for gracing us with your presence. This

to cry