My Extraordinary Wife

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Chapter 1172 Esteemed Guest

However, the case still hadn't made any progress.

Therefore, they didn't dare to resist. The consequences of resistance were unthinkable.

They could only endure in silence, thinking that it was better to be a pet by the side of dignitaries in this kind of

mansion than be sexually harassed by disgusting thugs.

“Who are all these people?” Ashlyn's voice rang out, cool and detached, carrying a hint of anger that she herself

barely noticed.

Lucas gave her a casual glance and said, “These people are all tycoons from Zaewora.”

A trace of contempt tugged at the corner of Ashlyn's mouth. These people truly disgusted her.

However, she also understood that the world wasn't purely good; where there was evil, there was good.

She closed her eyes momentarily, then looked around, forcing herself not to look at those humiliated girls.

The atmosphere was somewhat depressing as they walked.

Leroy led them past these tycoons, then headed straight for the second floor.

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After ascending the stairs, Leroy led them to the entrance of a luxurious conference room, which was guarded by a

few men dressed in black.

“Mr. Lancer,” the man in black greeted Leroy politely upon seeing him.

“Please open the door. Our esteemed guest has arrived.” Leroy said as he attempted to push the door open.

However, the man in black stopped him. “I'm sorry, Mr. Lancer. If you wish to enter... we'll need to conduct an

inspection.”

The man spoke in a businesslike manner.

The so-called inspection naturally meant a body search.

A hint of mockery flashed in Ashlyn's eyes.

How ridiculous! These people... are up to such tricks too?

Upon hearing the words of the man in black, Leroy cast a glance at Lucas.

Spencer, who had been following behind Lucas all along, sneered. He wanna search Mr. Nolan's body? I can't

believe he had the nerve to say such a thing. Does he have a death wish?

With a swift move, he lunged forward and aimed a kick directly at the legs of the man in black.

The man immediately fell to his knees with a thud and was forced to tilt his head back in a disheveled state.

Spencer mercilessly gripped his hair, pressing the dark muzzle of a gun against the man's forehead.

Spencer moved extremely fast as he subdued the man, giving him no time to react.

The other three reacted immediately, drawing their guns and pointing them at Spencer.

Upon witnessing this scene, Leroy immediately said with a face full of anxiety, “Mr. Nolan, we can discuss whatever

the issue is. Please don't get angry. I beg you.”

He hurriedly tried to salvage the situation, acting as a responsible peacemaker. As expected, the rumors are true,

Lucas Nolan is indeed not to be trifled with.

“Mr. Lancer, if this is your attitude, it seems we don't need to resolve the matter of new energy,” Spencer said,

casting a cold glance at Leroy, making him feel somewhat embarrassed.

The matter of new energy was dire, yet things had turned out like that.

No one could understand the pain in his heart.

It was like eating a bitter pill in silence, and he could not voice how bad it was.

The audacity of someone daring to frisk the owner of the prestigious Section Six was simply preposterous.

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He was incredibly frustrated inside, yet he dared not show it.

He could only resent these men in black for their lack of discernment, which had now landed him in this awkward

predicament.

He was somewhat anxious, and without him realizing it, fine beads of sweat began to form on his forehead.

He glared at the men in black.

Lucas is here as our esteemed guest. No one dares to search him wherever he goes. Even if the President of

Zaewora were here now, he probably wouldn't dare to search him either!

“Well, well, I was wondering why it was so lively outside. Turns out it's because Mr. Nolan has graced us with his

presence.”

A hearty voice suddenly rang out, followed by the conference room door being swung open.

A middle-aged man slowly appeared at the door.

The man surveyed the situation before him, and with a sweep of his hand, he signaled the men in black to quickly

put away their guns.

He approached Lucas with a smile and said, “I'm sorry, Mr. Nolan. These people lack discernment and are

thoughtless. You wouldn't hold a grudge against them, would you?”

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