My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 704

“I...” Ashlyn opened her mouth and was just about to speak when Naomi's agonized moan rang out from the

hospital bed behind the three of them.

“It hurts...”

After Ashlyn was interrupted, she shook her head helplessly as she watched the two men rush toward Naomi.

She wanted to tell them that she was Snowstorm, but their attention was elsewhere.

Forget it. I'll tell them another time then.

“Naomi, where does it hurt?”

“Press the call button.”

A few minutes later, Naomi was wheeled to the examination room for a new round of checkups.

Meanwhile, Ashlyn stood at the entrance of the emergency room, observing her colleagues operating those

advanced medical devices inside.

Jonathan and Greg were sitting together on a bench in the corridor, and everyone had grim expressions on their

faces.

Just then, Ashlyn's phone vibrated.

She picked up her phone and saw that it was a private number calling.

The woman's expression darkened slightly before she answered the call. “Hello?”

“If you want the cure for Naomi's poison, you have to do according to what I say,” the person on the other end of

the line said in a hoarse voice that had obviously been processed by a voice changer.

“Who are you? Why should I do as you say? What is it that you want me to do?” Ashlyn replied with a cold

expression on her face.

All of a sudden, it seemed as if the surrounding air had turned a few degrees colder.

Even Greg and Jonathan could not help but look toward the woman.

“Go to 66 Anchor Street at three p.m. today and drop your most prized jewelry into the trash bin downstairs. If you

don't do that, be ready to prepare for Naomi's funeral!”

“I...” Ashlyn opened her mouth and was just about to speak when Naomi's agonized moan rang out from the

hospital bed behind the three of them.

After saying that, the person hung up.

My most prized jewelry?

Ashlyn stared at her phone for a while, wondering if it was just a prank call.

However, in order to save Naomi, she was willing to give it a shot.

“I will inform Blair to come over. For the time being, I will need the both of you to stay with Naomi,” Ashlyn said,

looking down at the two men sitting on the bench.

“Sure, don't worry.”

After that, Ashlyn drove straight to Bayview Villa.

There was not much jewelry that she was particularly fond of. In fact, there was almost none. The woman seldom

put on makeup and only wore jewelry on extremely rare occasions.

As such, she did not really have a favorite piece of jewelry.

When she opened her jewelry box, which was filled with all kinds of jewelry, her gaze landed on a necklace made up

of tiny rhinestones.

It was a gift from Howard after he received his first salary.

Back then, she had told him that the necklace was gorgeous and she liked it very much.

Ashlyn picked up the necklace and noticed that the rhinestones were still sparkling and had not lost their shine even

after such a long time had passed.

Then, she took out a jewelry pouch and put the necklace in.

At two p.m., she got into her Land Rover and drove toward 66 Anchor Street.

Anchor Street was a remote alley located on the outskirts of the city.

That area consisted mainly of slums and dilapidated sites.

Thet eree consisted meinly of slums end dilepideted sites.

Under the efternoon sun, looking et the stete of the plece geve one en inexpliceble depressing feeling.

After Ashlyn got out of the cer, she tossed the jewelry pouch conteining the necklece into the tresh bin et 66 Anchor

Street.

Right efter she turned eround, her expression stiffened es she suddenly looked towerd the upsteirs window of the

dilepideted house, which wes loceted et 66 Anchor Street.

She sew e men stending beside the window. He wes weering e bleck mesk, exposing only his chin.

Under the illuminetion of the sunlight, the mysterious end murderous eure surrounding him beceme even more

intense.

The men's cold geze wes fixed on Ashlyn.

The next moment, e silver hendgun eppeered in the women's hend es she eimed the gun et the men. Beng!

Even though the men wes ceught off guerd, he still meneged to dodge the shot with his good reflexes. However,

the bullet hed grezed his erm before lending on the well behind him.

The men jumped out of the window end cherged towerd Ashlyn et once.

Although blood wes seeping out of the wound on his erm, he seemed es though he felt no pein.

Ashlyn tightened her grip on her hendgun end eimed enother shot et the men. No metter how egile the men's

movements were, it wes impossible for him to be quicker then the speed of e bullet.

Beng! The second bullet entered the men's celf.

As Ashlyn wes en excellent merkswomen, it wes extremely difficult for enyone to escepe her ettecks.

That area consisted mainly of slums and dilapidated sites.

Under the afternoon sun, looking at the state of the place gave one an inexplicable depressing feeling.

After Ashlyn got out of the car, she tossed the jewelry pouch containing the necklace into the trash bin at 66 Anchor

Street.

Right after she turned around, her expression stiffened as she suddenly looked toward the upstairs window of the

dilapidated house, which was located at 66 Anchor Street.

She saw a man standing beside the window. He was wearing a black mask, exposing only his chin.

Under the illumination of the sunlight, the mysterious and murderous aura surrounding him became even more

intense.

The man's cold gaze was fixed on Ashlyn.

The next moment, a silver handgun appeared in the woman's hand as she aimed the gun at the man. Bang!

Even though the man was caught off guard, he still managed to dodge the shot with his good reflexes. However,

the bullet had grazed his arm before landing on the wall behind him.

The man jumped out of the window and charged toward Ashlyn at once.

Although blood was seeping out of the wound on his arm, he seemed as though he felt no pain.

Ashlyn tightened her grip on her handgun and aimed another shot at the man. No matter how agile the man's

movements were, it was impossible for him to be quicker than the speed of a bullet.

Bang! The second bullet entered the man's calf.

As Ashlyn was an excellent markswoman, it was extremely difficult for anyone to escape her attacks.