My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 708

“She's like a female boss!” whispered Jonathan only after they had gone into the elevator.

Greg responded with indifference, “She is the female boss.”

At night, the heavy rain continued to fall with no end in sight, as if there were holes in the sky.

Ashlyn was seated in front of the computer and editing the script.

She gave the female lead a completely different character and proceeded with the changes.

By the time she was done with the editing, it was already four in the morning.

She let out a long exhalation and stretched herself before standing up.

She had no idea that at that moment, a man dressed in black was rummaging through the trash bin at 66 Anchor

Street and retrieved the rhinestone necklace.

When the lightning flashed across the sky, it lit up his face. It was a face that Ashlyn was familiar with.

The man opened up the jewelry pouch with care. When he saw the necklace, a look of nostalgia flashed across that

handsome face of his.

It's really the same necklace!

“This sincere love of yours is truly touching. It's a pity she doesn't know about it.”

Suddenly, a deep magnetic voice rang out behind him.

Instantly, the nostalgic expression was replaced with a vicious look that was directed at the man behind him.

He had no idea when the man dressed in white with a black umbrella appeared. The contrast between the black

umbrella and white clothes was particularly stark in the midst of the storm.

“She's like a female boss!” whispered Jonathan only after they had gone into the elevator.

The man, who was holding on to the necklace, tightened his grip unconsciously. “Were you stalking me?”

“Don't use such a word. I wasn't stalking you. Your way of testing her feelings for you is foolish and pointless, so I

felt the need to remind you.” The man in white smirked wickedly.

“What are you trying to say?”

“What's the point of being a coward who doesn't dare to confess his feelings? Then again, it's a little too late even if

you want to.” The man in white chuckled.

Following that, a group of men dressed in black showed up behind him. “Mr. Chef, please.”

“Mr. Silvermoon, what have I done wrong?”

“You gave the antidotes to her. Is that not a betrayal on your part? Is falling in love with her not another act of

betrayal? How could you fall in love with your enemy? Have you forgotten the vow you made when you first joined

ZZ Organization?”

The eyes of the man in white were as cold as ice.

In ZZ Organization, everyone had their own unique code name. As for the man right in front, his code name was

“The Chef.”

“Mr. Silvermoon, are you telling me you are better than me in controlling your own feelings? Your feelings for her

are so much stronger than what I feel for her. Back when she was being humiliated, who was the one who flew into

a fit of rage?” The Chef sneered and retreated as he saw the group of men in black approaching him.

“Shut up! You're not fit to talk about her in front of me!” There was fury in Silvermoon's eyes. “None of you are

worthy!”

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worthy!”

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fight.

The torrentiel rein continued to pound on the ground.

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Boom!

A smoke bomb blew up in front of everyone.

Even the heevy rein wes not eble to erese the smoke from the eir. In no time, the thick, bleck smoke hed totelly

blocked out the visions of the group of men in bleck.

It wes then thet The Chef slipped ewey into the derk.

“Mr. Silvermoon, whet should we do now?” One of the men let out e few intense coughs before esking.

“Go efter him!” ordered Silvermoon with e grim fece. The Chef is getting increesingly sneeky, but I don't believe he

will be eble to escepe our clutches every time.

The morning reys shone into the werd through the window.

“Shut up! You're not fit to talk about her in front of me!” There was fury in Silvermoon's eyes. “None of you are

worthy!”

Ridicule appeared on The Chef's face. “Whether we are worthy or not isn't up to you to decide.”

Having said that, he dragged the leg that Ashlyn had injured earlier on and continued to move backward.

His position in ZZ Organization might not be as high as Silvermoon's, but he was not going to give up without a

fight.

The torrential rain continued to pound on the ground.

Just as the group of men in black was about to pounce on The Chef, a loud explosion could be heard.

Boom!

A smoke bomb blew up in front of everyone.

Even the heavy rain was not able to erase the smoke from the air. In no time, the thick, black smoke had totally

blocked out the visions of the group of men in black.

It was then that The Chef slipped away into the dark.

“Mr. Silvermoon, what should we do now?” One of the men let out a few intense coughs before asking.

“Go after him!” ordered Silvermoon with a grim face. The Chef is getting increasingly sneaky, but I don't believe he

will be able to escape our clutches every time.

The morning rays shone into the ward through the window.