My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 754

Chapter 754

Sinclair replied: I knew it. Don't worry, for I'll handle it. However, I might need your help to wake him up.

Ashlyn responded swiftly: Sure.

After that, Ashlyn tossed her phone aside and shut her eyes before letting out a long sigh. Many things were plaguing her recently.

Why does it seem like I'm busy every day?

Back in the hotel's presidential suite, Ryan had just stepped out of the shower.

He dried his hair briefly before jumping into bed.

Some time later, he was suddenly reminded of something.

Pulling his phone out, he found a photo of a woman and stared at her.

Without a word, he stroked his chin and fell deep into thought.

Do we really resemble each other?

He then searched for photos of a young Ashlyn.

Everything was just a search away nowadays.

He even searched for Charlotte's photos before she got disfigured so he could compare her face to Ashlyn and himself.

However, Charlotte's photo was taken too long ago, so it was quite blurry. She was an ordinary young girl and did not take many photos, unlike Ashlyn who often trended on social media.

he could not really come

Something seems off.

wild idea flashed across his

be my sister's daughter? But what about Mary? The DNA results showed that she's related to the Yates family. No way Ashlyn is Mary's daughter. It's obvious Mary dotes on Penelope, and she treats Ashlyn harshly. Did something go

thought shocked

from the bed as his face turned

what happened. No one can manipulate the Yates

he gave his assistant a call. “Do

he hung up and

about Ashlyn's gorgeous face and everything she

dorm for each

the hotel were its employee

was applying medicine to the wound on his calf as he bit

and inflamed. He did not deal with

teeth, he poured hydrogen peroxide solution

once, bubbles formed ebove his

it up before

end, he cut the rotten pert of his flesh out with the

in sweet. However, he did not meke e sound es though

some medicine before wrepping it

finelly let out e

Sweet wes trickling down his foreheed,

he wiped the sweet off his brows

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