My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 317

Ashlyn’s eyes were brimming with self-confidence as well as disdain for Penelope. “You’ll know soon enough.”

“How dare you curse Dad’s company, Ashlyn!” Penelope’s features contorted with anger as she glared at Ashlyn.

She loved to flaunt her branded bags and clothes in their department. But of course, she couldn’t afford all of those with only her measly salary. It was with the pocket money Horace gave her that she got to enjoy this kind of privilege.

What was she going to do if Horace fell from grace?

How much money could she make as a nurse?

She gritted her teeth and threatened, “Just you wait, Ashlyn. I’ll go home and tell Dad what you said. Let’s see how he’ll punish you!”

She really despised Ashlyn.

Since they were young, she would fade into the background every time Ashlyn was in the same room, serving as her backdrop.

All the boys she fancied would fall head over heels for Ashlyn. She wanted so badly to tear up Ashlyn’s pretty face!

“You can go ahead and whine to him all you like, but you saw what happened last night, right? He was powerless against me. Do you really think that things are still the same as last time, where he’d beat me up whenever you complained about me? Penelope Berry, he can’t lay a finger on me anymore! Not now, and not ever.”

Penelope’s eyes flashed with jealousy. “Let me tell you, Ashlyn. I’m gonna take away Berry Furnishings and all of Dad’s love and attention from you. In fact, I’ll take away everything from you!”

Ashlyn arched a brow and looked at Penelope as if she had grown two heads. A hint of mockery streaked across her indifferent eyes as she said, “What a crazy b****.”

She was not the little girl who longed for her father’s love anymore, nor was she the weak and timid little girl who was always framed by her stepmother and stepsister.

in fact worthless to her since

who did not love her was just perfect, since he was already dead to

would at least come up with

it turned out that all she had to say was just a bunch of

leave when she suddenly

how many more slaps do

Nolan.” Spencer

figure in

sculpted by God himself made him seem untouchable to many. Currently, his features were taut and

said, “If you see rubbish, just tell me and I’ll get rid

react, slapping sounds

was louder than

following those slaps was Penelope’s

“Ah! It hurts——”

She wanted to run.

held her firmly in place, and put her directly

jaw and endure those

slid down the corner of her

on her face since yesterday had yet to reduce, and

She looked absolutely miserable.

did not garner

eyes and

in so much pain that she felt like collapsing onto the