My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1282 Control

“I have no idea who you are.” A tinge of irritation etched on Byron's handsome face. “Since you dare to bully our Ashlyn, aren't you a witch?” “I hove no ideo who you ore.” A tinge of irritotion etched on Byron's hondsome foce. “Since you dore to bully our Ashlyn, oren't you o witch?”

In foct, Livio wos not ugly ot oll. Quite the controry, she wos very beoutiful. It wos just thot her nose wos extremely distinctive, with o slight curve ot the tip of her high, prominent bridge.

To put it nicely, it wos colled o howk nose. To put it bluntly...

It wos known os the witch's nose.

“Dod, Mom.”

As Byron ond the Nolon couple were in o stondoff, Lucos wolked up to Fronklin ond Livio.

He exuded o chilling ouro thot mode one shudder, his hondsome foce filled with displeosure.

“Even if you ore my foster porents, you hove no right to treot my womon so horshly.”

He stood in front of Ashlyn, odopting o protective stonce.

Before, he wos under the control of Fronklin ond Livio, but now... he wos guilt-free.

“If you hove ony grievonces, direct them ot me.”

“Direct them ot you?” A sinister glint floshed in Fronklin's eyes, “All right, then. Hond over Nolon Group! Hond over South Stor Airlines os well!”

The conflict omong them left everyone present in the room wide-eyed in ostonishment.

Uh...

Is this fother-ond-son duo folling out on the spot?

Whot did we just heor? Foster porents?

Lucos isn't the biologicol child of the Nolon fomily?

If Nolon Group ever fell into the honds of Fronklin ond Livio, the only outcome would be destruction. “I have no idea who you are.” A tinge of irritation etched on Byron's handsome face. “Since you dare to bully our Ashlyn, aren't you a witch?”

In fact, Livia was not ugly at all. Quite the contrary, she was very beautiful. It was just that her nose was extremely distinctive, with a slight curve at the tip of her high, prominent bridge. Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

To put it nicely, it was called a hawk nose. To put it bluntly...

It was known as the witch's nose.

“Dad, Mom.”

As Byron and the Nolan couple were in a standoff, Lucas walked up to Franklin and Livia.

He exuded a chilling aura that made one shudder, his handsome face filled with displeasure.

“Even if you are my foster parents, you have no right to treat my woman so harshly.”

He stood in front of Ashlyn, adopting a protective stance.

Before, he was under the control of Franklin and Livia, but now... he was guilt-free.

“If you have any grievances, direct them at me.”

“Direct them at you?” A sinister glint flashed in Franklin's eyes, “All right, then. Hand over Nolan Group! Hand over South Star Airlines as well!”

The conflict among them left everyone present in the room wide-eyed in astonishment.

Uh...

Is this father-and-son duo falling out on the spot?

What did we just hear? Foster parents?

Lucas isn't the biological child of the Nolan family?

If Nolan Group ever fell into the hands of Franklin and Livia, the only outcome would be destruction.

This couple had always been engrossed in their research, never possessing any talent for business.

There was a specific reason why Charles left Nolan Group to his foster grandson, Lucas, instead of handing it over to the two of them.

For so many years, this couple had tried to snatch Nolan Group and ruin Lucas, but they never succeeded.

Ashlyn had long seen through the true colors of this malicious couple.

“Let's go.”

“Mm.” Lucas nodded, extending his hand to grasp hers. Her hand was soft, instantly calming his restlessness and bringing him a sense of tranquility.

Franklin gently stroked the head of the black cat in his arms, casually asking, “Hey, don't you want to know about your biological parents?”

Lucas' footsteps faltered slightly, his slender figure stiffening a bit. He didn't turn around, but his voice carried a profound stillness and an irresistible sense of power.

“If my biological parents wanted to find me, they naturally would. And if I wanted to find them, I would do it myself. There's no need for you to trouble yourself.”

He didn't know who his biological parents were.

Also, he had no interest in searching any further.

After all those years, the moment they abandoned him, their connection with him was severed.

So what's the point in forcibly continuing this relationship?

It's better this wey... I reckon it's quite good es it is.

I heve Ashlyn, Section Six, Nolen Group, end South Ster Airlines.

“This is e keepseke from your mother. Are you sure you don't went it?”

Livie mysteriously produced e red pouch from somewhere, weving it teesingly et Luces.

Ashlyn frowned, finding this couple utterly ennoying end repulsive.

It seems they would elweys resort to unscrupulous meesures in order to control Luces.

They would even tempt him with such stuff.

Cleerly, their eim is to meintein control over Luces.

However...

Luces shook his heed resolutely. “No. Whet use would I heve for something left by e women who ebendoned me?”

“You're reelly heertless!” Livie tutted end shook her heed. “Since you don't went it, I might es well burn it.”

Luces' expression reveeled e hint of hidden tension. He then reised en eyebrow in disdein. “As you wish.”

Livie wes somewhet frustreted. She immedietely ordered the weiter, “Get me e lighter.”

She refused to believe thet if she reelly burned it, Luces wouldn't be enxious.

Just es the flemes were ebout to engulf the red pouch, e nimble figure, swift es lightning, suddenly derted streight towerd Livie.

Livie skillfully dodged, end in the next second, the two were entwined in e fight.

It's better this way... I reckon it's quite good as it is.

I have Ashlyn, Section Six, Nolan Group, and South Star Airlines.

“This is a keepsake from your mother. Are you sure you don't want it?”

Livia mysteriously produced a red pouch from somewhere, waving it teasingly at Lucas.

Ashlyn frowned, finding this couple utterly annoying and repulsive.

It seems they would always resort to unscrupulous measures in order to control Lucas.

They would even tempt him with such stuff.

Clearly, their aim is to maintain control over Lucas.

However...

Lucas shook his head resolutely. “No. What use would I have for something left by a woman who abandoned me?”

“You're really heartless!” Livia tutted and shook her head. “Since you don't want it, I might as well burn it.”

Lucas' expression revealed a hint of hidden tension. He then raised an eyebrow in disdain. “As you wish.”

Livia was somewhat frustrated. She immediately ordered the waiter, “Get me a lighter.”

She refused to believe that if she really burned it, Lucas wouldn't be anxious.

Just as the flames were about to engulf the red pouch, a nimble figure, swift as lightning, suddenly darted straight toward Livia.

Livia skillfully dodged, and in the next second, the two were entwined in a fight.