My Extraordinary Wife

“Are you concerned about me, Mr. Nolan?” asked Ashlyn as she raised her eyebrow.

She was a bit annoyed by how Lucas, her ex-husband, kept appearing in front of her.

We’re already divorced. What is he doing?

She did not believe that this man was still clinging to their previous relationship. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

She knew how heartless he was. If he still cannot forget me, we should’ve already fallen in love with each other four years ago. After four years of marriage, both of us never developed any feelings for each other. How is it possible for him to fall for me right after our divorce?

Who is he trying to bluff?

“I just wanted to warn you against putting yourself in danger all the time.” Lucas was at a loss for words on how to answer Ashlyn’s question. This was not the first time, ever since they had divorced.

“Mr. Nolan, this is Blackhand Mafia’s territory. Kris is my esteemed guest and my good friend. Please be more polite to her.” Naturally, Wilson recognized this handsome man. He was Lucas Nolan, the president of the famous Nolan group in H Nation.

Wilson had heard that the Nolan Group was wealthier than entire nations.

Lucas’ cold and furious gaze fell onto Wilson’s face. This bastard hugged Ashlyn just now.

“I share a more intimate relationship with her than you do!” snapped Lucas in annoyance, feeling very jealous.

His words sounded childish and irritated as if he was a child competing for attention.

He wanted Ashlyn’s gaze to stay on himself forever, instead of being snatched away by others.

I’m crazy.

I must be crazy!

Ashlyn glanced at Lucas like he was a madman. Wasn’t he always so cold and distant in the past? He’d acted like a dignified noble.

I’ve never seen him so frustrated before. Wasn’t he also so high and mighty, forever calm and dignified? How could he say something so childish? I can’t believe that there are times when he is riled up.

After our divorce, Lucas seems… a little different from his past self.

At least, he’s becoming easily irritated. In the past, he was as cold as ice—gentle on the surface and distant on the inside. He didn’t seem to have a temper. It was as if nothing could ever stir his emotions.

Right, just like a paper cut-out.

Wilson glared at Lucas. “Kris and I have gone through life-or-death situations before. We treasure each other a lot.”

How dare a man, who only knows how to earn money, try to compete with me for Kris’ attention?

To Wilson, Kris was not only his goddess but rather, she was also his idol.

He would never allow his idol to be spoken to with such a disrespectful tone.

They locked eyes, exchanging menacing glares with one another.

It was as if there was an electric current surging between the two men, with neither of them willing to budge.

Until—

“Sir, Kris has already left.”

Unable to withstand it any longer, Wilson’s subordinate reminded him softly.

Only then did the two men realize that Ashlyn, the main character, had already left the underground boxing club.

Lucas dashed out furiously. However, by the time he reached the entrance of the plush doll shop, he saw Ashlyn getting into a Land Rover.

The imposing Land Rover started its engine. With a few luxurious cars following behind it, it took off in a grandiose and intimidating manner.

Damn it!

Lucas cursed under his breath. It’s all Wilson’s fault.

He got into his car quickly and chased after her.

After a mad chase, he realized that the luxurious cars’ destination was the airport.

Ashlyn, who had already taken off her mask, got out of the Land Rover, while a man in black helped her pulled her luggage respectfully.

“Thank you for this time, Boss.”

“Not only did Blackhand Mafia allocate the largest territory for us, but they were also exceptionally polite to our men because of you.”

“Yeah! They’d even promised to give us a lot of profits and collaborate with us.”

“Boss, you don’t know how impressive you were! Look at the way you beat Henry up!”

“Boss, can you teach me your amazing fighting skills?”

With Luigi taking the lead, the men kept complimenting Ashlyn in a thousand different ways. How blind were they to have treated such a beautiful and strong boss as a weakling?

They wanted to slap themselves hard.

“Stop flattering me.” Ashlyn scratched her ears. “If anything happens, call me. Luigi will be in charge of the collaboration with Wilson. After the contract is drafted, send it to me for a review. Wilson is not a bad guy, it’s just that he’s a bit petty sometimes. As for Dmitri, he’s merely a sidekick. There’s nothing to fear about him. Okay, it’s time for me to board the plane.”