My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 708

“She's like a female boss!” whispered Jonathan only after they had gone into the elevator.

Greg responded with indifference, “She is the female boss.”

At night, the heavy rain continued to fall with no end in sight, as if there were holes in the sky.

Ashlyn was seated in front of the computer and editing the script.

She gave the female lead a completely different character and proceeded with the changes.

By the time she was done with the editing, it was already four in the morning.

She let out a long exhalation and stretched herself before standing up.

She had no idea that at that moment, a man dressed in black was rummaging through the trash bin at 66 Anchor Street and retrieved the rhinestone necklace.

When the lightning flashed across the sky, it lit up his face. It was a face that Ashlyn was familiar with.

The man opened up the jewelry pouch with care. When he saw the necklace, a look of nostalgia flashed across that handsome face of his.

It's really the same necklace!

“This sincere love of yours is truly touching. It's a pity she doesn't know about it.”

Suddenly, a deep magnetic voice rang out behind him.

nostalgic expression was replaced with a vicious look that was directed

when the man dressed in white with a black umbrella appeared. The contrast between the black umbrella and white clothes

only

holding on to the necklace,

word. I wasn't stalking you. Your way of testing her feelings for you is foolish and pointless, so I felt the need to

you

of being a coward who doesn't dare to confess his feelings? Then again, it's a little too late even if

in black

have I done

not a betrayal on your part? Is falling in love with her not another act of betrayal? How could you fall in love with your enemy? Have you forgotten the vow you made when you first joined

of the man in white were as cold

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