My Extraordinary Wife

"Mr. Nolan, empty threats won't work on me," Winsor snorted and instructed the driver to leave.

Tinsor swept his fringe aside like a model in a shampoo advertisement and winked at Ashlyn. "We'll meet again, my goddess." This was followed by a bam!

Winsor had grabbed Tinsor back into the car and slammed the door shut. He ordered, "Drive!"

Tinsor yelled in pain, "Argh! Winsor, it hurts..."

Ring... A familiar ringtone sounded.

When Ashlyn checked the caller ID, her gaze turned cold as ice. She said, "Mr. Nolan, I have urgent matters to do. Farewell."

Then, she headed to the Land Rover. Anderson took the driver's seat while Harrison pulled the door open for her in a gentlemanly manner.

Lucas' face fell. Damn it! What is their relationship with her?

"Hello?" Ashlyn finally picked up the phone after the caller called thrice.

"Ashlyn, your grandmother misses you a lot. Will you come back to visit her?" Horace Berry, Ashlyn's father, inquired. Although he was asking her nicely, she could tell that he would not stop pestering her until she agreed.

"I'll think about it." Ashlyn dismissed him.

"Your grandma has always doted on you since young. Are you really not going to come back?" Horace attacked her soft spot for her grandmother.

If it were not for the fact that he must meet Ashlyn this time, he would not have bothered calling his temperamental daughter.

"The one who loves me is Grandma, not you. Don't use her as an excuse, got it?" Ashlyn snapped in an intimidating tone.

Horace suppressed his anger and pleaded, "Ashlyn, I know you hate me, but your grandma has really fallen ill this time. Are you not going to visit her even when she's sick?" "You've used that excuse countless times already. I'm afraid you're the only excuse of a man in this world who would curse his own mother like that," Ashlyn sneered. Horace felt like smashing his phone when he heard this, but he continued, "I'm not lying this time, your grandma really is ill. She's getting old and she has a poor constitution." "Alright, I'll go back right now." Ashlyn hung up. She did not want to continue talking to this shameless man.

"Boss, are you really going to go?" Anderson inquired.

"I'll go alone. Pull over," Ashlyn ordered. She got off and took a cab to the Berry residence.

Horace ran a renovation company. It was not large in scale, but it earned a lot of revenue all the same.

The Berry family was not one of the top-class families, but it was decently rich.

Back when Ashlyn's parents were first married, both of them were poor as paupers. Ashlyn's mother had eloped with Horace and brought her secret stash of savings with her. With that sum of money, the newlywed couple started a small business and slowly built it into a large firm.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

However, when Ashlyn turned eight, her mother died in a car crash.

She was unable to meet her mother one last time before her death.

That became her greatest regret.

Soon after her passing, Horace married Mary Canter and took in her child, Penelope Canter, as well. Now, she was known as Penelope Berry.

Penelope, who was one year older than Ashlyn, was now the official heiress to the Berry family!

Ashlyn always felt that her mother's death was not as simple as it seemed. However, after investigating for many years, she was unable to find any leads.

Now that many years had passed, the chances of finding evidence was slim.

However, she would not give up as long as there was a glimmer of hope.

Her mother's death had left a great impact on her.

She would not be able to sleep soundly at night if she didn't find out the truth.

Mary acted like a kind and gentle stepmother in front of Horace, but when he was not around, she would reveal her true colors. Ashlyn had been screamed at and abused countless times by her.