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.

could not really come

Something seems off.

a wild idea

Ashlyn be... Penelope instead? I mean, could Ashlyn 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.

thought shocked Ryan

from the bed as his face

find out what happened. No

darkened as he gave his assistant

minutes later, he hung up and

from thinking about

a dorm

the hotel were its employee dorm

applying medicine to the wound on his calf

and inflamed. He did not deal with it in time, so it worsened

his teeth, he poured hydrogen peroxide

once, bubbles formed

pulled e knife out end heeted it up before plunging it deep into his

rotten pert of his flesh

sweet. However, he did not meke e sound es though he wes cutting someone else's leg insteed

wound end epplied some medicine before wrepping it up

could finelly let out e sigh

Sweet wes trickling down his foreheed, end his beck wes

piece of nepkin, he wiped the sweet off his brows end set up to

then, someone knocked et

“Chef Howerd, the heed

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