My Extraordinary Wife

Lucas’ eyes briefly flickered with a vicious look, but he swiftly concealed it.
Ashlyn did not notice it. She was turning on the television, and when the screen flickered to life, entertainment news was
broadcasting.
“Influencer Lynlyn has joined Haddock Group’s newly established entertainment company, Haddock Entertainment. She has
become Haddock Entertainment’s first artiste. Mr. Haddock, may I know why you think Lynette Berry, also known as Lynnie, will
be the next best thing?”
On the screen, Dixon was wearing a black suit, sitting on the couch with a glacial expression on his face.
“Lynette is a hardworking girl, but I also found out that she has a stubborn bone in her. That quality of hers will aid in her
development in showbiz, and I’m sure that we, Haddock Entertainment, will be able to make Lynette a national idol.”
“Amazing words from Mr. Haddock!” The host then passed the microphone to Lynette. “What do you think about the nickname
Lynlyn?”
Lynette, who was wearing a white dress, had a similar makeup style to Ashlyn. Her pureness had a little charm, and she looked
like she was only around the age of eighteen.
However, perhaps because of her few years of experience as an influencer, she exuded a sense of maturity, which contrasted
with her looks.
“Ashlyn has always been my idol. I really, really like her and worship her. It’s my honor to be called Lynlyn, and I feel blessed.
However, I’m certain that, one day, I’ll surpass her in fame. I’ll be standing on the peak of a mountain taller than hers.”
Lucas was staring at Dixon and Lynette in annoyance.
“Lynette does kind of look like you. If it’s late at night, or if she’s in a dark area, anyone might mistake her for you,” he
commented.
Ashlyn arched a brow and began studying Lynette.
She then curled her lips and said, “Dixon is resorting to lowlier and lowlier tricks. I can’t believe he found a copy of me to disgust
me. If Lynette does something horrible, he might take the opportunity to make me the scapegoat instead.”
“Indeed.” Lucas nodded. “It looks like we need to find a way to get rid of Lyne—”

“No rush,” Ashlyn told him, still staring at the television. “Let’s see what Dixon has in store for us first.”
By then, the subtitles on the screen had turned provocative: Lynlyn provokes Ashlyn out in the open!
“Tsk, tsk. Does she want me to respond to that so that she can ride on my coattails before calling me petty?” Ashlyn chuckled
and shook her head. “I’m not going to waste my time on a clown like her.”
Ashlyn was famous, and she had countless fans.
It would not be unusual to have someone mimic her.
After all, many rookies in the entertainment industry liked using that method to live off a more popular figure’s laurels.
They would be either known as a younger copy of the already-famous artistes or the self-proclaimed heir to the famous artistes’
legacies.
It was a popular tactic for them to try and gain fame, but only a select few were successful in using that strategy to achieve fame.
“Honey, let’s watch a movie instead,” Lucas suggested, not wanting Ashlyn to get frustrated by those matters anymore. “Let’s
go.”
There was a private theater designed in a homely manner beside the study.
Lucas carried Ashlyn to the couch.
After turning on the equipment, he asked, “What do you want to watch?”
“Anything.” Ashlyn yawned.
In the end, Lucas chose a sentimental romance film.
The kissing scenes in that film were plentiful to the point Ashlyn could not help but turn red in the face.
She thought Lucas would have chosen an action film or some kind of patriotic film, but as it turned out, he had chosen to watch
romance.
Ashlyn was getting flustered.

The longer the film went on, the more tangible the love in the air seemed to be. Her face started heating up.
All of a sudden, Lucas pulled her into his arms and fixed his burning gaze on her. “Honey, why don’t we kiss too?”