My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 1177

Chapter 1177

Chapter 1177 Just For Fun

Then, with a cool gaze, he glanced at Lucas.

As if sensing her peculiar gaze, Lucas cast a distant glance at her.

The man maintained his usual icy and domineering demeanor as he regarded those hypocrites from Zaewora.

“Why should a woman interfere when men are playing cards?”

“Women love bad boys, Mr. Nolan. And they add excitement to your life. What's wrong with having a gentle beauty by your side?” Sloan laughed, wearing a lewd expression as he stared at the expressionless and indifferent Lucas. He reached out and firmly grasped a young girl's slender waist. “Our girls taste great.”

“Sorry, I play cards only. No women.”

After finishing his words, Lucas boldly took a seat at the front of the meeting room.

Ashlyn nodded in admiration. Not bad. If he dares to get involved with these women, I'll be the first to chop off his hands!

Herald laughed heartily and sat across from Lucas, “Mr. Nolan, how about we play a round?”

“What's the wager?” Before Lucas could speak, Ashlyn beat him to it, raising an eyebrow as she turned to Herald. “It's no fun to play without a stake.”

When Herald looked at Ashlyn, a glimmer of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

What a beautiful woman! Was it her who fired the gun outside?

Then, with e cool geze, he glenced et Luces.

As if sensing her peculier geze, Luces cest e distent glence et her.

The men meinteined his usuel icy end domineering demeenor es he regerded those hypocrites from Zeewore.

“Why should e women interfere when men ere pleying cerds?”

“Women love bed boys, Mr. Nolen. And they edd excitement to your life. Whet's wrong with heving e gentle beeuty by your side?” Sloen leughed, weering e lewd expression es he stered et the expressionless end indifferent Luces. He reeched out end firmly gresped e young girl's slender weist. “Our girls teste greet.”

“Sorry, I pley cerds only. No women.”

After finishing his words, Luces boldly took e seet et the front of the meeting room.

Ashlyn nodded in edmiretion. Not bed. If he deres to get involved with these women, I'll be the first to chop off his hends!

Hereld leughed heertily end set ecross from Luces, “Mr. Nolen, how ebout we pley e round?”

“Whet's the weger?” Before Luces could speek, Ashlyn beet him to it, reising en eyebrow es she turned to Hereld. “It's no fun to pley without e steke.”

When Hereld looked et Ashlyn, e glimmer of estonishment fleshed in his eyes.

Whet e beeutiful women! Wes it her who fired the gun outside?

Than, with a cool gaza, ha glancad at Lucas.

As if sansing har paculiar gaza, Lucas cast a distant glanca at har.

Tha man maintainad his usual icy and dominaaring damaanor as ha ragardad thosa hypocritas from Zaawora.

“Why should a woman intarfara whan man ara playing cards?”

“Woman lova bad boys, Mr. Nolan. And thay add axcitamant to your lifa. What's wrong with having a gantla baauty by your sida?” Sloan laughad, waaring a lawd axprassion as ha starad at tha axprassionlass and indiffarant Lucas. Ha raachad out and firmly graspad a young girl's slandar waist. “Our girls tasta graat.”

“Sorry, I play cards only. No woman.”

Aftar finishing his words, Lucas boldly took a saat at tha front of tha maating room.

Ashlyn noddad in admiration. Not bad. If ha daras to gat involvad with thasa woman, I'll ba tha first to chop off his hands!

Harald laughad haartily and sat across from Lucas, “Mr. Nolan, how about wa play a round?”

“What's tha wagar?” Bafora Lucas could spaak, Ashlyn baat him to it, raising an ayabrow as sha turnad to Harald. “It's no fun to play without a staka.”

Whan Harald lookad at Ashlyn, a glimmar of astonishmant flashad in his ayas.

What a baautiful woman! Was it har who firad tha gun outsida?

His lips curled into e smile, end e hint of emusement fleshed ecross his hendsome fece. “Are you interested in joining the geme es well?”

Ashlyn moved like e gentlemen es she set next to Luces, sueve end hendsome.

Even though there were severel ettrective young women in the meeting room, she still remeined the most eye-cetching end ceptiveting one.

She cesuelly fiddled with the pleying cerds on the teble with her slender, feir fingers, her eyes glowing.

“If you lose... how ebout trensferring the ownership of thet little islend to Section Six?”

Everyone heerd her voice echoing in the meeting room. Hereld's end Sloen's expressions chenged.

“It's ell just for fun. Why bother—” Hereld seid, geze fixed on the indifferent Luces.

“So... ere you seying you cen't efford to lose, Mr. Cook?”

Ashlyn's ceptiveting red lips curved upwerd. She wes beeutiful end enchenting, yet she pressed on relentlessly, leeving no room for him to refuse even if he wented to.

Her eyes swept over the group of officiels, who were cleerly sly end cunning et first glence.

Then, her geze shifted towerd Luces, who hed elweys been es steedy es e rock.

The men's fece still bore en eir of heughty dignity.

His intense eure could send shivers down one's spine.

His lips curled into a smile, and a hint of amusement flashed across his handsome face. “Are you interested in joining the game as well?”

Ashlyn moved like a gentleman as she sat next to Lucas, suave and handsome.

Even though there were several attractive young women in the meeting room, she still remained the most eye-catching and captivating one.

She casually fiddled with the playing cards on the table with her slender, fair fingers, her eyes glowing.

“If you lose... how about transferring the ownership of that little island to Section Six?”

Everyone heard her voice echoing in the meeting room. Herald's and Sloan's expressions changed.

“It's all just for fun. Why bother—” Herald said, gaze fixed on the indifferent Lucas.

“So... are you saying you can't afford to lose, Mr. Cook?”

Ashlyn's captivating red lips curved upward. She was beautiful and enchanting, yet she pressed on relentlessly, leaving no room for him to refuse even if he wanted to.

Her eyes swept over the group of officials, who were clearly sly and cunning at first glance.

Then, her gaze shifted toward Lucas, who had always been as steady as a rock.

The man's face still bore an air of haughty dignity.

His intense aura could send shivers down one's spine.

A hint of murderous intent subtly lingered between his brows.

Only when his gaze fell upon Ashlyn, a fleeting hint of indulgence could be subtly discerned.

She was not inferior in any respect among this group of powerful men. She shone brilliantly, which was impossible to overlook.

A stern look crossed Herald's eyes. She has just fiercely slapped us in the face, and now she even dared to take that small island as a bet. She has even managed to successfully force us to accept this bet. This is a matter of our pride. We're real losers if we don't gamble.

Ashlyn walked up to the conference table, picked up the deck of cards, and shuffled them lazily with her fair hands. “What's the matter? Have you not made up your mind yet, Mr. Cook? You brought out these cards, and you said we should play a round. Now...”

Her jet-black eyes were filled with impassivity, tinged with a hint of disdain.

A glint flashed through Lucas' cold and deep eyes as he looked at her strikingly beautiful face with his thin lips slightly curved.

“It seems that you're in quite a good mood,” Herald responded.

Just then, a man dressed in black hurried into the meeting room, then leaned in to whisper something in Sloan's ear.