My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 796

Upon entering the living room, Ashlyn scanned her surroundings quietly and was quite surprised to see a vintage Chanaean interior rather than Rococo or Gothic styles and designs that were popular in Maredania.

The mansion was very grand with a vintage design. Being there made her feel like she had time-traveled to an older era.

From the maroon lounge chair to the matching couch and coffee table, everything was very much antique looking. Even the fans casually placed on the bed were exactly the same as those from ancient times.

After a while, Bianca walked out slowly, assisted by Matilda.

She sat on the lounge chair, looking somewhat tired. Then, she glanced at Ashlyn and said, “Please have a seat, Ms. Berry.”

“I'm so sorry to disturb you at this hour, Old Mrs. Yates. I wouldn't have done so if not for this urgent matter that required me to look for Old Mr. Leno.”

“Old Mr. Leno?” Bianca was puzzled at first, but she recalled who he was the next minute. “Are you referring to Ian Leno? Because of Mr. Nolan?”

She came to know that Lucas had a mental illness. He might look handsome and cool, but he's not entirely well.

Mr. Leno is a nomad, so not even the people closest to him have his contact details. I heard that you have a close relationship with him. Thus, I'm here to ask for a favor,” Ashlyn explained her intention

more often than ever. Whether it's Nolan Group or South Star Airlines, they require his support and management. I dread to imagine the consequences that will follow if he were to collapse, especially the number of staff who would lose their jobs and

hasn't had an easy life. In recent years, he has stopped treating people because he's practically on his last leg, struggling on whilst at death's door. Anyhow, let me try. The chance will be given to you,

cast a look at Matilda, who immediately went to get her the

fact that she could still see a physical copy of an address book in that time

boils down to you now, whether you're able to convince him to treat Mr. Nolan. You know, he's known to be as stubborn

all the time. At this age, I've seen it all and can accept anything with an open

say, I can tell there's one thing that's

“Oh? What is it?”

“Love.”

long sigh. She knew what Ashlyn was implying—kinship. It

feet. “Thank you, Old Mrs. Yates. I promise to lend a helping hand if there's anything that the Yates

can't you? You don't need to repay me anything. This

clever woman, Bianca could read between the lines of