My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 438

Chapter 438

“I don’t think that’s what you said last time,” Shannon said coldly. “Now that Megan has fallen, you’ve come to bootlick our boss? What are you trying to do?”

“I was blind last time. I have to listen to Megan’s orders since I work under her. Actually, I... I have always liked you, Ms. X,” Abigail hurriedly explained. “I hope that Ms. X won’t take offense.”

Ashlyn stopped in her tracks and shot Abigail a piercing glare. “What kind of person are you?”

Under Ashlyn’s intense stare, beads of cold sweat unknowingly started to form on Abigail’s forehead. “I... I...”

Why didn’t I notice how scary X can be in the past?

“Aren’t you a petty person! A person who is easily swayed and just goes with the flow. You’ll do anything to please anyone in power. A lapdog like you will definitely die within 3 episodes in a palace drama, being nothing more than cannon fodder,” Shannon jeered as she continually hurled insults at Abigail. She finally managed to release her pent-up anger.

Ashlyn could care less about a person like Abigail; she came to her so quickly only because she was afraid that Ashlyn would take revenge on her.

She looked at Abigail expressionlessly and said, “Go on in, don’t make the major stockholder wait.”

Abigail could only follow them in gloomily.

The five-star restaurant was indeed extravagant. Even the lobby on the first floor was furnished to be luxurious and lavish.

The rest area in the lobby was quite packed.

Penelope held onto Mary’s arm as she scanned the crowd, eyes wide with admiration.

“Mom, this place is really luxurious.”

“Don’t make yourself look like a country bumpkin. You are a socialite of Count’s Mansion now; remember that,” Mary reminder her daughter, frowning.

Penelope was clad in a purple suit, the latest arrival of the season, and her plus-size thighs were hidden underneath the wide-legged pants.

In her hand was a Ctene bag from the latest collection.

Beside Penelope stood Mary, who had dressed up lavishly. There were at least three jade rings and gemstone rings on her fingers.

Penelope restrained herself from staring at everything in awe. However, after a few moments, she could not help but ask, “Mom, did Uncle really reserve the most expensive and luxurious junior ballroom for us?”

Mary gracefully tousled her hair before she said haughtily, “Of course. Your Uncle wouldn’t lie to us.”

A few socialites ladies stood behind both of them; they were all the nobles from Maredania.

Since Count’s Mansion found the long-lost mother and daughter pair, they naturally wanted to come to visit.

Count’s Mansion had invited all of them to spectate London’s Fashion Week, while the role of the emcees for this event was assigned to Penelope and Mary.

After being personolly ossigned o tosk by the lody of Count Monsion, Mory felt eloted.