My extraordinary wife novel (Ashlyn and Lucas)
Chapter 898

Chapter 898 How Annoying

The very instant Ashlyn and Lucas whirled around, out of nowhere, five burly men darted out.

"What extraordinary hearing, Ms. Berry. Sure enough, you're different from the rest."

In the next heartbeat, the man in the lead with scars littering his face swung his eyes to Lucas, a sinister look in them. "Mr. Nolan, seeing as you won't obey Master and insist on being entangled with this woman, don't blame us for showing you no mercy! Kill her!"

As soon as Lucas laid eyes on the man, his face went as black as thunder. A chilling sense of icy coldness emanated from him, and his lips were pressed into a thin line. "Hah! You're Franklin's lackey!" "Master has warned you, Mr. Nolan! If you continue being with her, she won't live to see tomorrow's sunrise!"

As Ashlyn listened to their conversation, understanding finally dawned on her.

Ah, it turns out that the sound I heard was the movement of these five men! There isn't anyone who needs saving. Instead, they're here to kill me. Franklin's men? There's no grudge between us. Why does he want me dead? That aside, he even used me to threaten Lucas. Ah, I get it now. I know why Lucas distanced himself from me back then. It was because Franklin blackmailed him with my life. Hence, he chose to part from me in his pride. That must be it! Argh! My judgment was really clouded that I ended up being tricked by Franklin!

At that thought, she narrowed her eyes a fraction at the few burly men in front of her.

"Come at me if there's anything. Why are you picking on my man?"

"Sure enough, the woman Mr. Nolan took an interest in is feisty! How intriguing!" The scarred man guffawed, his voice tinged with a hint of mockery. "Anyhow, it's better to be gentle as a woman. Things won't end well for you if you're too feisty."

"How annoying."

Ashlyn's ruby lips curved into a sneer. Whisking out a pistol from her thigh, she pointed it at the man.

After doing that, she regarded the few other men coldly with her lips upturned.

This is truly a world where only the strong survive. They're not worthy of threatening my man, much less appearing in my line of sight! They're my shame, reminding me of how Lucas was humiliated because of me! Only by killing them will I be appeased.

Her brows were knitted together deeply, and impatience was written clearly in her eyes. Her frosty voice carried a trace of balefulness.

The scarred man looked at her arrogantly. "A woman isn't worthy of pointing a gun at me!"

In a flash, he whipped out a gun and aimed it right between her eyes.

Shooting daggers at her, he made to pull the trigger.

She's going to die soon, yet she still dares to be so haughty with me. She's simply courting death! My wrath won't abate if I don't take her life!

"I hate it when a piece of trash points a gun at me."

No sooner had Ashlyn's voice rang out than she abruptly made her move.

A gleam of metal glinted in a sharp and swift movement.

Immediately afterward, the scarred man felt a stabbing pain at the back of his hand.

A thud rang out from his hand that held the gun as the weapon fell to the ground.

He gaped at the silver dagger embedded at the back of his hand, his eyes as wide as saucers.

Bright red blood gushed out of the back of his hand.

"Such are the capabilities of Franklin's right-hand man? Even so, you think you're worthy of threatening my husband? Is my man someone whom a piece of trash like you can look down upon?" An icy voice sounded beside him, merely inches away from him.

A shudder ran through the scarred man. The moment he lifted his eyes, he saw that the slender woman had appeared beside him at some point in time, her stunningly beautiful face magnified several times. Her ebony eyes were fixated on him eerily.

Utter shock deluged the scarred man.

When did she come over? It's only been a minute or two, but she's traversed a few meters to me. How can it be?

Alas, he hadn't any time to brood over it.

The corners of Ashlyn's lips lifted, and she snickered. Reaching out, she effortlessly picked up the gun he had dropped onto the ground earlier and grasped it in her hand.

She casually tossed it to Lucas before shooting out her left hand without warning and grabbing the scarred man's neck.

She yanked him forward, then forcibly held him down on the ground before her in an awkward and unnatural posture. "Ahh!"

Her intense force had the scarred man let out a cry of pain uncontrollably. He felt as though she was going to snap his neck.