My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1173 Remember Him

This statement might sound polite, but in reality, it was clearly an attempt to intimidate Lucas.

A glint flickered in Ashlyn's eyes. Without the orders from this middle-aged man, how could these men in black

possibly suggest such a thing as a body search? But if Lucas truly loses his temper, he will be compromising his own

dignity and reputation.

Lucas looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, his face expressionless. There was not even a hint of emotion

in his eyes.

He exuded an aura that sent chills down one's spine. The middle-aged man felt his heart clench, a chill slowly rising

from his back.

However, he gritted his teeth, stubbornly holding on.

This time, there was a mishap with the new energy project. Although he seemed to be pleading with Lucas on the

surface, he didn't want to constantly be oppressed by Lucas because of this matter.

He also wanted to seize control; otherwise, in the future, Lucas might think that he couldn't do without Section Six.

That would be too bad.

After a while, Lucas slowly raised his hand, signaling Spencer to put away his gun.

His voice, cool and detached, resonated in the air. “Mr. Lacey, your unique way of welcoming us is indeed an eye-

opener for me.”

Sloan Lacey's expression shifted slightly, but he maintained the smile on his face. With a chuckle, he said, “Mr.

Nolan, there's no need for further pleasantries. Please come in.”

He turned to the side and made an inviting gesture.

Ashlyn cast a glance at Sloan, whose face was filled with smiles. This Mr. Lacey is incredibly cunning and crafty.

She then glanced at the arrogant men in black who had been so high and mighty earlier. They were all hanging

their heads, looking very obedient and well-behaved.

Do they take Lucas for a fool? Ashlyn was one hundred percent certain that the so-called body search was

arranged by Sloan.

Feeling quite uncomfortable standing at the side, Leroy also hurriedly said politely, “Mr. Nolan, please come in!”

He was sweating bullets, for it was just too torturous.

He felt so tormented that he could hardly breathe.

The matter of new energy was something he had always been coordinating with the people from Section Six.

But this time, unexpectedly, Sloan of the Department of Health and Human Services had become his immediate

superior, throwing a wrench into the works.

Leroy had to heed his words.

He was just a mayor, so what could he possibly do?

Lucas gave Leroy a cold glance, sending a chill down his spine.

But thankfully, he quickly looked away.

Leroy quietly recomposed himself. Dealing with people like Lucas was enough to give him a heart attack.

He couldn't help but want to cry. Watching as Lucas lifted his long legs and walked toward the conference room, he

finally felt a bit better.

Just as he was about to step inside, a gunshot rang out from behind him.

He watched, wide-eyed, as a bullet whizzed past and grazed his ear.

He stood rigidly in place, his entire body stiff.

Not only him, but almost everyone was startled as they all turned to look toward the source of the gunshot.

The man in black who had just demanded to search Lucas was now lying on the ground, clutching his continuously

bleeding left hand.

He was in such pain that his face turned deathly pale, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Everyone was stunned when they watched this scene unfold.

“Since you're not familiar with Lucas, I'll show you who he is. Make sure you remember him.”

A cool, clear voice rang out, instantly capturing everyone's attention.

Lucas' eyes, cold and narrow, flashed with a hint of sternness.

Everyone saw a woman with a strikingly beautiful yet extraordinarily cold face. She was holding a silver pistol and

slowly blowing a breath at the muzzle, dispersing the smoke left behind after the bullet was fired.

Her movements were captivating and graceful, alluring yet cold.

Sloan's face was extremely unpleasant to look at. His eyes were brimming with intense anger. Who is this woman

who dared to provoke me? His voice was filled with uncontrollable rage as he demanded, “Who are you, woman?”

Ashlyn regarded Sloan languidly. A look of disdain appeared on her beautiful face as she curled her red lips and

asked, “Are you worthy to know who I am?” How ridiculous! My man is being bullied. Of course I have to protect him

and fight back. Mr. Lacey should consider himself lucky that I didn't take the life of the man in black. What more

does he want?

Everyone was astounded, their eyes fixed on Ashlyn's face, which was stunningly beautiful. How arrogant! She's

way too cocky!

“You!”

Sloan's face was purple with rage.

“She's the vice president of Section Six.” Lucas' icy voice suddenly rang out. Sloan turned to look at Lucas

incredulously, then at Ashlyn.

Since when does Section Six have a vice president? And a woman at that?

Ashlyn never expected that Lucas would make her the second-in-command of Section Six.

However, given her relationship with Lucas, she was indeed worthy of being his right-hand woman.

She glanced at Sloan, who was stiff all over, then elegantly twirled the silver pistol in her hand.

She tossed it into the air, and the pistol landed squarely in her palm.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

She fired three shots in a row.

She was so fast that it was impossible for anyone to react.

“Ahh!”

Three successive, mournful cries echoed in the air.

With a look of shock, Sloan turned his head, only to see his three black-clad subordinates clutching their left arms.

They had collapsed on the ground, crying out in ceaseless pain.

Blood continuously seeped from their wounds, filling the air with a faint scent of gore.

Sloan paled as he shot daggers at Ashlyn.

He was so angry that he couldn't utter a word.

This woman is too arrogant!

“Did I do too well? You seem so pleased that you don't know how to compliment me, Mr. Lacey.” Ashlyn smirked as

she looked at Sloan. “It's my honor to help you discipline your short-sighted subordinates.”

Her principle was clear: One could mess with her, but not lay a finger on her man.

Listening to Ashlyn's words which were subtly sarcastic and similar to the words he had spoken when he greeted

Lucas, Sloan flew into a rage.

The woman was metaphorically slapping him again and again across his face.

He was hit so hard that his face was swollen.

He had intended to intimidate Lucas. Little did he expect to run into this tough woman.

Sloan couldn't swallow his pride. After observing Ashlyn for a while, he sought out Lucas.

“Mr. Nolan, this is just a minor issue. Why is the vice president making such a big deal out of—”

Before he could finish his words, Lucas interrupted him, “The vice president was merely disciplining your

subordinates on behalf of you, Mr. Lacey. You are a magnanimous person. You wouldn't hold a grudge against a

woman, would you?”

Lucas threw back to Sloan the words he had said before, exactly as they were.

The atmosphere instantly became incredibly tense.

Leroy, who had been standing rigidly at the side, was so frightened that his entire body was covered in a cold

sweat.

This atmosphere is way too bizarre. Why did Mr. Lacey have to provoke Lucas Nolan when everything was going

fine? Is it good to mess with Section Six?

He felt uncomfortable all over as he looked at these people. He was too small a man to play the peacemaker

anymore.

Spencer looked at Ashlyn and was filled with awe. Ms. Berry is awesome indeed. How funny. How dare a mere

minister of the Department of Health and Human Services provoke Section Six and Mr. Nolan?

Spencer felt that Sloan was simply courting death.