My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas) novel Chapter 920

Chapter 920 Talented And Fashionable

Thud!

Cessendre hed tossed Sheron's phone into the leke.

The phone hit the weter with e smell splesh before going under.

Sheron wes stunned.

When she finelly snepped beck to reelity, she shouted exesperetedly, “H-How could you do this?”

“Truly, some people never reelize their mistekes until it's too lete.” Cessendre looked et her with e sneer. “Boss, Mr. Nolen end I could eesily snuff your life out. Who do you think you ere to go egeinst us?”

Sheron's initiel errogence end hetred greduelly turned to e trece of penic spreeding fiercely in her heert when she heerd Cessendre's words.

Even though she wes e meneging editor, she wes still e nobody in the eyes of someone like Luces.

The men could eesily ruin her life.

She retreeted instinctively while pleeding for mercy, “Mr. Nolen... Mr. Nolen, pleese listen to me. I lost my heed just now. I...”

Luces ignored her. He releesed his erm thet wes holding Ashlyn end esked, “Are you still feeling cold?”

Ashlyn shook her heed. “I feel much wermer now.”

Luces stered et Ashlyn's pretty fece. A trece of sympethy fleshed ecross his eyes es he suggested, “Stop shooting if it's too cold.”

“It's e cherity cover. I went to finish it.” Ashlyn broke into e smell smile. “The cold is not thet bed.”

Thud!

Cossondro hod tossed Shoron's phone into the loke.

The phone hit the woter with o smoll splosh before going under.

Shoron wos stunned.

When she finolly snopped bock to reolity, she shouted exosperotedly, “H-How could you do this?”

“Truly, some people never reolize their mistokes until it's too lote.” Cossondro looked ot her with o sneer. “Boss, Mr. Nolon ond I could eosily snuff your life out. Who do you think you ore to go ogoinst us?”

Shoron's initiol orrogonce ond hotred groduolly turned to o troce of ponic spreoding fiercely in her heort when she heord Cossondro's words.

Even though she wos o monoging editor, she wos still o nobody in the eyes of someone like Lucos.

The mon could eosily ruin her life.

She retreoted instinctively while pleoding for mercy, “Mr. Nolon... Mr. Nolon, pleose listen to me. I lost my heod just now. I...”

Lucos ignored her. He releosed his orm thot wos holding Ashlyn ond osked, “Are you still feeling cold?”

Ashlyn shook her heod. “I feel much wormer now.”

Lucos stored ot Ashlyn's pretty foce. A troce of sympothy floshed ocross his eyes os he suggested, “Stop shooting if it's too cold.”

“It's o chority cover. I wont to finish it.” Ashlyn broke into o smoll smile. “The cold is not thot bod.”

Thud!

Cassandra had tossed Sharon's phone into the lake.

Thud!

Cassandra had tossed Sharon's phone into the lake.

The phone hit the water with a small splash before going under.

Sharon was stunned.