My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1067 Provocation

Someone said, “I feel the same way. It's just too strange.”

Then, another said, “But Mr. Charlie still calls her 'Boss'!”

The conversations between these people fell into the ears of Chloe and Brianna, the mentor and the mentee. The two could not help but feel as if they were mocked. Then, the two women looked at each other simultaneously, and their eyes were filled with intense hatred. After that, Brianna held Chloe tightly.

“Professor Yeatman, I must let my mother help me take revenge.”

“Brianna, you've been wronged. It's my fault for not protecting you well enough...”

Chloe sobbed uncontrollably as she added, “It's all because I'm too incompetent.”

“No, it's not your fault. The one at fault is Ashlyn.” Brianna stared intently at the closed elevator doors, and hatred filled her eyes.

“In all my life, this is the first time someone has threatened me like this. When she was choking my neck, I thought I was going to die for a moment there!”

unpleasant memories, all right?” Then, Chloe hugged

not want to offend Chloe either, so he walked over with

expect Ashlyn to actually pull it

it, there's no

famous. It should be said that no one has ever dared to humiliate her before.

the latter understand what it truly meant to be a big shot. Ashlyn and Lucas went straight back to the hotel. Trevor personally drove them to the hotel entrance. Charlie had something to say to Ashlyn, and upon seeing Lucas' darkened face, Charlie could not help but want

men's scarf that had been tied around his neck. Then, with his slender fingers, he ambiguously

dress more warmly when going out in the future.” As he spoke, he swiftly and skillfully tied a knot in the scarf around Ashlyn's neck. The scarf still carried his body warmth. Seeing

I originally wanted to discuss something with you, but... you must be tired today. Let's

did she notice the deliberate dead knot that Charlie had tied. “I'll be holding an auction the

the hotel entrance. She looked like she was drowsy. She meant that she did not

free for this one, are you available for Old Mr. Sullivan's coffee banquet this year?” Charlie asked her again. Ashlyn finally regained some clarity and asked, “Is it time for Old Mr. Sullivan to host his coffee banquet