My Extraordinary Wife

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Chapter 793

Ashlyn turned to Nicholas and immediately noticed how tall and squarely built he was. Despite being middle-aged,

he was poised, and his figure was not less charming than the other younger men in the crowd.

His sharp eyes contained a sense of indifference from having been able to see through all worldly matters. Yet,

there was a composed and noble air about him—qualities exclusive to people in his age group—along with an

innate sense of a businessman's decisiveness and dominance.

It was not hard to understand why the young girls would have butterflies in their stomachs, the young women would

go gaga over him, and the older women would be sent into a frenzy.

Unlike Caleb, who was gentle and insouciant, Nicholas was a charismatic alpha male whose presence was always

imposing. Although he was already in his forties, his well-kept appearance made him a league above the rest. In

fact, his good looks were comparable to those of the young male idols, if not better.

“I'm pleased to meet you, Ms. Berry.” Nicholas stared at the lady before him. Undoubtedly, Ashlyn was the most

gorgeous and attractive one in the crowd.

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With her exquisite features and porcelain skin, she looked elegant and regal, but her almond-shaped eyes carried a

tinge of coldness as if she was trying to keep a distance from all people.

In spite of the chilliness that she exuded, she was captivating. Yet, not a sign of arrogance could be seen.

He was impressed to see that she remained humble and courteous even though she possessed impressive talent.

If someone else has attained exceptional achievements in a particular field at a young age, I bet that person would

swagger everywhere they go. Take the previous lady who shares the same surname as her, for example; they were

of similar age but were total opposites.

Nicholas stopped mulling over it. Upon sensing that it was quite rude to keep staring at Ashlyn, he withdrew his gaze

and looked elsewhere.

All of a sudden, he caught a glimpse of the photo Greg was holding.

That's... His pupils shrank.

“Mr. Powell...” Before Ashlyn could properly greet Nicholas, he narrowed his eyes and stretched out his arm to grab

Greg. No one could have expected the composed-looking man to make such an action all of a sudden.

Seeing so, Ashlyn instinctively reached for Greg's shoulder and swiftly pulled him backward, causing Nicholas to

miss.

“What are you doing, Nicholas?” Caleb stared at his brother in shock.

He's usually very controlled, even in the face of calamity. Why did he behave out of character, especially in front of

Lynnie? That won't leave a good impression on her.

Nicholas snapped out of it and gathered himself. “Please pardon me for my earlier behavior. Sir, may I take a look

at your photo?” he said to Greg apologetically.

Greg was taken aback as well. Deep down, he tried to recall if he had done anything that offended the famous

tycoon unknowingly.

All the world leaders are eager to network and do business with a high and lofty man like Nicholas. On the other

hand, I'm just a small fry who has never met him, let alone socialized with him. It's impossible that I've stepped on

his toes before.

Upon hearing Nicholas' explanation, he let out a sigh of relief. So, it's about the photo.

Then, he hesitated for a while before deciding to hand the picture over. “Here you go, Mr. Powell. This is an image

of an old friend of mine. Is there anything special about it?”

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Ashlyn looked at the photo as well. A stunned expression appeared on her face when she saw it was a childhood

picture of her with her mother.

“Director Maxwell, why do you have this photo with you?”

Her mother looked graceful and poised when she was young, and her smile was as gentle as ever, exactly the way

Ashlyn remembered it.

Instantly, her heart ached as though a sword had pierced through it. The agonizing pain was excruciating, to the

point that it numbed all her senses.

She clenched her fists only to open them again. Repeatedly, she did the action several times. After what felt like an

eternity, she said in a quavering voice, “That's... my mother.”

A slight pause later, she added, “Mr. Powell, could you tell me why you were so worked up when you saw the

photo?”

Her crystal-like eyes were directed at the man before her, whose lips were pale. Instead of replying, he stared at

her intently for a long time.

Just when everyone thought Nicholas would not utter a word, the man broke the silence with a hoarse voice. “We

met once. Has she really passed away?”

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