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 Nn families had been at odds for a long time. The former started out as a triad and


    had whitewashed themselves to be a sessful enterprise, resulting in the Jaquin Group.


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


    So, it wasn’t surprising that ir and Tinsor never got along as ssmates.


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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 ck 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 vi! 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 red 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 Nn 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.


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    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 ir.”


    “Y-You’re ir’s sister-inw?” 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 richdies


    supposed to wear branded goods and high heels? Mrs. Nn 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 inte and reported, “Sir, ir’s sister-inw is here.”


    He could not be sure that this woman was indeed Mrs. Nn, so he could only call her as ‘ir’s


    sister-inw’.


    “You may enter.”


    Ashlyn nodded. “Thank you.”


    The security guard was ttered. This richdy 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


    red at Ashlyn impatiently.


    “What did youe here for? Are you here tough at me?” ir snapped.


    Ashlyn had lived a good life after marrying his brother. ir 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.


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


    He looked up and met Ashlyn’s cold gaze.