My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 174

Who am I? What am I doing here?

Just then, Lake City’s official Twitter account posted a rather hilarious message saying, “We would like to thank this brave woman for stepping forward today and apprehending these human traffickers and saving those children. If you’re reading this message, please get in touch with us. Not only is there a fifty thousand dollar reward waiting for you, but so is a brocade flag commending you for your bravery! Thank you so much once again!”

This was a confirmation of what Ashlyn had done!

An official confirmation!

Netizens then began flooding the Lake City’s Twitter account with comments.

“Her name’s Ashlyn Berry. She’s Jared Quickton’ girlfriend. You’ll be able to get in touch with her if you contact the president of Centennial Healthcare.”

“Ashlyn’s so cool!”

“Wow, even Lake City’s official Twitter account is commending Lyn for her actions.”

“Lyn is so cool!”

Ashlyn, on the other hand, had just parked her Land Rover outside the Field family house.

The Field family was staying in a home meant for government officials’ family members. Most of the people staying here were government officials.

no match for Lucas’ villa, it was clean,

her car, the Director of the police force drove into the courtyard. “Director!” his driver

brows

spluttered, “She’s...she’s the superheroine who apprehended those human traffickers

immediately began gleaming. “Are

the Field family house with the gifts she had bought in

her footsteps, Mrs. Field came out to welcome her, “You’re

her gift into Mrs. Field’s hands, “This is

with the sight of a slender and gorgeous woman.

hair tied to the back, she

looks multiple times in front of him. However, he certainly hadn’t

make yourself

in Mr. Field’s direction. “Hello,

He was rather slim, unlike

and lanky; it was clear that he was once

girl,

but lament his

and spotting the branded pair of couple’s watches laying silently inside. “Ashlyn,

expensive. They’re just watches,” Ashlyn

said as he gazed at his wife exasperatedly, “We’re the ones who are asking