My Extraordinary Wife

What freakish strength this girl possesses!

The reporter was feeling light-headed. “H-How are you so strong?”

Cassandra blinked. “Because I eat a lot.”

“How do you have such a large appetite?”

“Because I’m strong!”

The reporter felt as if he had encountered the worst scenario one in his profession could encounter—a never-ending loop.

Can we speak like normal people, please?

He vented inwardly but did not dare say it out loud, afraid that the girl would hurl a boulder and crush him to death.

He maintained his stiff smile. “Well, aside from being a CFO, do you have any other hidden talents, Miss?”

“Hidden talents? Hmm…” Cassandra sank into deep thought. “Does being the captain of Lake City’s shooting team count?”

trembled. His smile contorted into an awful grimace. “Are you the legendary captain who led the Lake City shooting team

not only a strong

wrong words and facing the

that nobody expected her to lift

far away, Spencer, too, was

his teeth to suppress the

her clear, feminine voice sounding once more. “It’s only first place, which hardly

“She taught me…”

like an audio effect from

manic pounding

voice was

that she is the boss of the Imperial Hotel after the fire at

caused the reporter’s

skirt and her bright-yellow rubber boots are especially so. She looks adorable every which way I look. The contrast, however, is disconcertingly huge. I

“My mind is a little muddled. My point is, your

he wrapped the interview up, as the only thing

is formidable. Too

the interview was broadcasted, Cassandra, the freakishly strong, sweet-looking

interview and moving rocks out of the way were trending on