My Extraordinary Wife

“You’re the only one... The rest of them are all black sheep who only know the concept of spending money. If I hand the
Chapman family over to them, the Chapman family will fall from grace by tomorrow and cease to exist!”
Bob was no fool. He knew that none of the younger Chapmans were normal.
It was especially the case for Hera. The immense hope he had in her back then was why he was thoroughly disappointed in her
now.
He had been a fool to assume that she was the child who could take over the Chapman family.
He finally realized that the child he had raised was useless.
Everything she had done had brought nothing but disappointment upon him.
That feeling intensified when she had stolen the red jade a few days ago. It even made Bob wish he would never see her again.
Even though Hera was peeling apples for him and bringing him glasses of water without needing any prompting, Bob was still
unfazed. He had thoroughly given up on her.
“Grandpa, are you really going to hand the Chapman family over to Ashlyn?” Hera squeezed out miserably. “There isn’t a place
in her heart for the Chapman family, so why don’t you—”
“No. Don’t even think about it,” Bob interrupted. “Ashlyn is the only one I’ll hand the Chapman family to. No one else can ever get
their hands on the Chapman family.”
Then, he turned to Ashlyn and asked, “Ashlyn, are you sure you don’t want to accept this?”
Ashlyn wavered. Looking at Bob’s wrinkly hand on the machine’s switch, she ultimately sighed and muttered, “Okay.”
Her agreement brought a smile to Bob’s face.
After that, he ate some oatmeal porridge, but alas, he had overexerted himself.
In no time, he fell asleep.
After Ashlyn asked the caregiver to take care of Bob, she turned to leave.

Hera furiously stormed after her. “Don’t be so smug just because you’re now the head of the family. No one actually thinks of you
as the head of the family! It’s just a title you possess. You’re just—”
“Are you done?” Ashlyn questioned, shooting her an icy, apathetic look.
“Um...” Hera mumbled, rooted in her spot. Somehow, the words she was ready to hurl at Ashlyn refused to leave her mouth. She
had been frightened into silence.
“If you’re done, shut up,” Ashlyn hissed before giving her one last annoyed look and walking toward the office.
Hera could only remain in her spot, fuming as she watched Ashlyn go.
Why was I scared of Ashlyn?
The last thing Hera would do was admit that she had momentarily been frightened by Ashlyn’s vicious glare.
Meanwhile, when Ashlyn returned to the office, she realized Lucas was there.
He was sitting on the couch, reading the newspapers. His side profile was perfect. Even though his skin was smooth, his facial
features were defined.
His eyes were dark and mysterious, and his brows made themselves known despite the rest of his outstanding features. The
shape of his lips caught Ashlyn’s gaze.
Every part of him exuded elegance and grace.
He was wearing a black shirt that day, his sleeves rolled up a little. There was something alluring about the slight reveal of his
muscular arms.
“Why are you here again?” Ashlyn asked, lifting a brow at the sitting Lucas. “Does a president have that much free time?”
“I’m here to see my wife. Is that not allowed?” The man laughed, his eyes turning into crescents.
“It is allowed,” Ashlyn muttered, only half exasperated. When she walked over to him, she spotted a few plates of fresh fruits on
the coffee table.
Did he come just to give me fruits?

Lucas nonchalantly took a peach and brought it to Ashlyn’s lips. She froze for a second but soon parted her lips to eat it. Then,
she heard the man say, “The funds for the disaster relief have all been sent to the disaster zone. Haddock Charity has also
donated five million.”
As the flavor of the peach spread in her mouth, Ashlyn asked, “Is Dixon that generous?”
“It’s a task assigned to him by his superior. How could he not complete it?” Lucas said as a mocking smile grew on his lips.
Since Dixon had destroyed Ashlyn’s Imperial Hotel, Lucas was definitely going to ruin everything Dixon had.