My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 414

Chapter 414

The moment Lucas sat down, Lilian brought a cup of piping hot coffee and placed it in front of him. "Mr. Nolan, your coffee."

After shooting a glance at Lilian, he said to Ashlyn, "It's not good to have coffee in the morning. I feel like having the noodles that you make."

Reluctant, Ashlyn rolled her eyes at him. "But I'm so tired."

As Lucas' eye narrowed slightly, he beamed in amusement and remarked, "It seems I wasn't gentle enough to you last night. Don't worry, I'll be more careful next time."

Ashlyn blushed. You jerk!

Meanwhile, Lilian stood at the dining table awkwardly as she watched Lucas and Ashlyn flirting with each other.

She almost burst a blood vessel standing there.

Last night, she added laxatives to Ashlyn's milk, but unfortunately, Ashlyn didn't drink it.

I must replace another way to teach that slut a lesson.

After finishing her breakfast, Ashlyn grabbed her bag and headed out. "Lucas, I'll see you again."

Lucas' expression slightly changed, and he chased after her. Grabbing her wrist, he asked, "What do you mean?"

"Thank you for your hospitality last night. I now need to go about my own business and am certainly not obligated to keep you informed." Ashlyn looked at him coldly before checking the time and realizing she was running late.

"I'll drop you off." Lucas stared back at her as he wanted to replace out what she was really up to.

"Don't you have a flight today?" Ashlyn raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

"I'll get someone to replace me," Lucas replied solemnly.

Ashlyn was amazed at how capricious he was. Given that he owned the airline, he could do whatever he wanted.

What a badass!

But since she was in a hurry, she had no time to argue.

"Send me to Atlantis Hotel."

Once she got into Lucas' Lamborghini, she gave him the address.

Lucas held her hand as he sat beside her. Hotel? What is she going to a hotel for?

Ashlyn pulled her hand away discreetly and started to check her phone.

Within the WhatsApp group named LX.

Boss, when are you arriving? Everyone is waiting for you.

Come quickly. Weren't you supposed to stay at the hotel last night? Where did you run off to?

Hurry, we have waited till the cows come home.

When she saw all the pestering messages, she replied instantly: I'm almost there.

After half an hour, their car arrived at the hotel's entrance.

Ashlyn hastily alighted, causing Lucas to be dumbfounded.

Am I just a driver to be discarded by this cold-blooded woman when she's done?

Or am I just a tool to her?

Inside the presidential suite of the hotel.

The top management and core design department of the LX brand were all ready for her.

With her arms folded, a professional-looking lady complained impatiently, "This year's London Fashion Week is especially important to our brand. Many other high-end brands are participating and showcasing their latest designs. At the end of the show, there will be an important awards ceremony to select the best designs. What's going on with X? Why isn't she here yet?"

"Ms. Hobbs, our boss says that she will be reaching soon," one of the designers meekly replied.

In response, Megan shot a cold glare at the designer. "Does she think that LX will collapse without her? Who does she think she is? Doesn't she know that it's very rude to make everyone wait for her?"

The London Fashion Week is one of the world's major Fashion Weeks. Although it was less prestigious than the Milan and New York Fashion Weeks, it was still an extremely glamourous event. During the Fashion Weeks in Europe, the ones who usually get nominated and win awards were brands from Europe.

It was hard for non-European brands to get nominated, let alone win.

Since the LX brand was considered a new participant, its chances were therefore slim.

This was the first time Megan led the team to participate in Fashion Week as the director of design. Hence, the event was of particular importance to her.

However, she did not have high hopes for a Eurasian brand to make any headway in European Fashion Weeks.