My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 747

Caleb's silver tongue elicited a round of laughter from everyone.

It was a first for them to receive compliments from the high and mighty Mr. Powell.

Bursting with happiness, Caleb called, “Come on, let's go have dinner.”

With that, the large group started filing out of the venue in a friendly atmosphere.

In contrast, Penelope and Mary felt as though they had been dipped in ice-cold water.

Many celebrities had wanted to treat Caleb to a meal, and many wealthy families had wanted to cotton up to him.

Yet, Caleb had ignored those invitations and insisted on having dinner with Ashlyn's bunch.

The Field couple was also sought after. Others desperately wanted to know just one of them as it would make their career.

Olivia's mother, Mabel, cast Mary a taunting glance when she passed by her. “Ms. Canter, didn't you announce to everyone that Mr. Powell was here for Ryan?”

Unable to refute, Mary felt that Mabel had stripped her of her pride with that reminder.

Initially, everyone did assume Caleb came to the venue for Ryan and would elect him as the next president.

After all, Ryan was the world-renowned Piano Prince. He had good looks and an excellent background.

He was an eligible bachelor with a bright prospect from every angle.

Hence, everyone simply presumed Caleb was there for Ryan.

Mary had forgotten the most important point. Ryan had never mentioned if he was close with

they were close

Caleb would come

furious. It could've been anyone else. Why must it be Ashlyn, that

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Mr. Powell is actually

her ears ringing and her head buzzing as though

out to be Ashlyn's mentor and he even gave her piano lessons? Since when

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her palm because of how hard she

is Mr. Powell so eager to have dinner with Ashlyn's bunch? What the heck is

Ms. Canter. Don't start bragging before you're sure of what is happening. Otherwise, you'll be on the receiving end of humiliation, and

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