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?”

into an awful grimace. “Are you the legendary captain who led the Lake City shooting team to victory at the district,

girl is not only a strong woman, but she’s also good at

was afraid of uttering the wrong words and facing the wrath of the sweet-looking

remained so enchanting that nobody expected her

the proceedings from not far away, Spencer, too, was

to suppress the impulse of striding over and pinching

first place, which hardly compares to

“She taught me…”

reverberated like an audio effect from

the manic pounding of his heart.

was

I thought the world has already known that she is the boss of the Imperial Hotel after the fire at our establishment. How

in Cassandra’s gaze caused the reporter’s heart to pound

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

is a little muddled. My point is, your

he wrapped the interview up, as the only thing he remembered was

girl is formidable.

was broadcasted, Cassandra, the freakishly

and moving rocks out