My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 975 More Than Meets The Eye

Dixon answered expressionlessly, “You jest, Ms. Berry. What happened was either a natural disaster or an accident. No one could’ve prevented it. Anyway, I hear that you’re a woman of many talents. Not only are you a designer but also a film producer. Are you looking for someone to invest in your latest movie, True Magnate? How about counting me in?”

“Sorry, but my husband and I are the sole investors, and we don’t plan on getting anyone else in,” Ashlyn responded with a smirk. What a joke! I’ve no wish to have anything to do with him!

Lucas wrapped an arm around her slender waist in a familiar manner, then said frostily, “Mr. Haddock, I believe you’ll be in need of money as rebuilding an office building costs a pretty penny.

Here’s one million. Take it for any emergencies.”

He took out a bank card and handed it to Dixon.

Dixon’s expression turned grim, and there was a tinge of darkness to his fury. His gaze was vicious as he glared at Lucas’ handsome face. “Mr. Nolan, is this your way of sending away a beggar? Do I look like someone who lacks such money?”

doing this on purpose.

to explode with rage

I fell into his trap this time, I’ll make him pay for his actions with

“Thank you for the kind gesture,

gracious and broad-minded.” Lucas’ lips curved into a slight smile as he glanced at Dixon, whose

injury. Back then, Ashlyn’s Imperial Hotel got destroyed. Now, I’ve burned Haddock Group’s office building. I suppose one can say… things are even between us now. Anyway, there were so many people inside Imperial Hotel when that happened. There were so many guests. However, Haddock Group was empty except for a few security guards, and they were all

a couch, bawling her eyes out. She whined to Robert, “Dad, what will I do? The whole world is mocking me for tripping over! This can’t be the end of my career, can it? But who’ll dare to hire me in the

“Stop crying, okay? It was just a show, am I right? If things don’t work out, switch to a different career! That’s enough now. I’ll find someone to contact Twitter and see how we can manage the

to go upstairs when the front door opened. A

you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at Richard’s

night. At times like these, Richard needs to go and offer his support, so he

it just so happened that the timing coincided with