My One In A Million Wife

My One In A Million Wife [Ashlyn And Lucas] Chapter 30

My one in a million wife [Ashlyn and Lucas] chapter 30

The Jaquin and Nolan families had been at odds for a long time. The former started out as a triad and had whitewashed themselves to become a successful enterprise, resulting in the Jaquin Group.

Both families had fought over many matters such as vying over resources, capital, and land.

So, it wasn’t surprising that Blair and Tinsor never got along as classmates.

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The Land Rover drove all the way to the Jaquin residence.

Ashlyn got off.

At this point, several cars that had been left in the dust finally caught up with her and dozens of burly men dressed in black got off.

She was still wearing a pair of red slippers she usually wore indoors.

Ashlyn’s subordinate, Anderson could not help but inquire, “Boss, what are you going to do?”

The boss said nothing and sped all the way here from the villa! Something’s got to be up!

“Ah, nothing much. I just thought I’d deliver some punishment to a man who disturbed my sleep,” Ashlyn growled as she glared at the overcast sky.

The grip on her whip tightened.

Then, she strode into the Jaquin Residence.

Anderson stared at her and could not make head or tail of what was going on.

He nudged Harrison and queried, “Hey Harrison, is this Jaquin family full of nutcases or something? How did they offend the boss?”

“Anderson, the boss looks livid. She hates being woken from her sleep,” Harrison smirked.

Anderson and Harrison were twins and had worked for Ashlyn the entire time.

In the four years the boss was married, she had lived in the Nolan family, so they had not seen her in action for a long time.

Both of them were itching to see some action.

“Where’s Winsor?” Ashlyn demanded.

The Jaquin family was influential and not many people dared to call out Winsor’s name right off the bat.

Winsor and Tinsor were the only members of the Jaquin family for their generation and Winsor was head of the family.

He had four older brothers and sisters, but all of them had died young due to illnesses or gang wars.

Only he and Tinsor were left.

Most people knew that the Jaquin family had a mafia background and would address him respectfully as ‘Master Winsor’ or ‘Mr. Jaquin’.

The guard was stunned to hear Ashlyn call Winsor by his name and inquired, “Ma’am, do you have an appointment?”

“Looks like you’re strict with visitors, huh?” Ashlyn scoffed. “Get your ass there and tell Winsor I’m here for Blair.”

“Y-You’re Blair’s sister-in-law?” the security guard asked in shock.

So the rumors are true then? Lucas really has a wife he hides from the public eye? Aren’t rich ladies supposed to wear branded goods and high heels? Mrs. Nolan is… unique? She’s wearing flip-flops and cartoon-themed loungewear! She’s married into a rich family, but she sure doesn’t act like it.

The security guard hurriedly dialed the intercom and reported, “Sir, Blair’s sister-in-law is here.” This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

He could not be sure that this woman was indeed Mrs. Nolan, so he could only call her as ‘Blair’s sister-in-law’.

“You may enter.”

Ashlyn nodded. “Thank you.”

The security guard was flattered. This rich lady is different from the rest after all. She even thanked me!

Just as Harrison and Anderson were about to enter, the security guard stopped them. “Master Winsor has only allowed her in.”

“Aw, looks like we’ll miss the show this time,” Anderson whined.

“Too bad. Better luck next time.” Harrison shook his head.

By then, Ashlyn had arrived in the living room.

The Jaquin family was rich and spared no expense when it came to decor.

There was a young man tied up in the middle of the living room floor.

The man was around twenty years of age. His forehead was injured and blood was seeping out of his lips.

However, that had not affected his looks in any way. His eyes were sharp and his nose was defined. He glared at Ashlyn impatiently.

“What did you come here for? Are you here to laugh at me?” Blair snapped.

Ashlyn had lived a good life after marrying his brother. Blair had seen enough of such materialistic women and were sickened by them.

“I’m not here to save you, at the very least,” Ashlyn scoffed.

Blair choked, “Then what are you here for?”

He looked up and met Ashlyn’s cold gaze.