My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 440

“How could you snatch away the junior ballroom I reserved? Did you hook up with some rich man again?”

All of Mary’s effort beforehand to make herself look and sound like a sophisticated lady became futile the moment she saw Ashlyn step foot into the junior ballroom.

Her eyes were filled with resentment as she glared at Ashlyn. She badly wanted to feed the latter to the dogs.

Penelope also chided, “What right do you have to come here? You’re not worthy of this place. I don’t think you can even afford to stay here for one night!”

Both women hounded Ashlyn like a pair of mad dogs that wanted to rip Ashlyn’s head off in the next moment to vent out their anger and frustration.

“Where did these two psychos come from?” Shannon said angrily, “When did the security of a five-star hotel become this bad?”

“Maybe they’re just a pair of mad dogs,” Ashlyn replied nonchalantly as she shook Mary’s hands off.

She never expected to meet Mary and Penelope here.

How did the mother and daughter turn their lives around? They no longer have any source of income after Horace was placed behind bars. They can’t be this well off.

They look like the nouveau riche in their expensive jewelry and branded clothes.

Mary was especially arrogant and domineering today. Those who didn’t know any better would have thought she was a bully.

`Mary gritted her teeth and glared at Ashlyn. She was completely taken over by rage as she cursed, “Don’t think I can’t recognize you with your mask on. Stop acting!”

did you? Is that why you’re wearing a mask?” Penelope mocked, “It’s only fitting for people like you to sleep with bald, old

the mother-daughter pair anymore. She merely

eyes, and blocked the entrance with her arms crossed. “You want to go in? Don’t even think about it. I was first to reserve this junior

about it, the more

her company went bankrupt. Because of Ashlyn, Mary was made a laughing stock

loathed Ashlyn so much she wanted to skin her alive and drink

raised her hand to land another slap on Ashlyn’s

grabbed hers before Ashlyn could

wosn’t gentle with her ot oll os he threw her onto

ond poin shot

“Do you know who I

“Throw her out.”

icy voice spoke up from

ond sow Lucos, dressed in o block suit, wolking towords Ashlyn. He hod cold eyes ond o domineering presence. The corridor lighting mode his hondsome feotures even

sent chills

elegont, yet cold

Mory widened her eyes in disbelief

Nolon? I’m now the doughter of the Count of Moredonio.

her to the ground o moment ogo. “Who do you think you ore? How dore you