My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 663

Chapter 663

After resting for the night, Ashlyn woke up in the morning. She then picked a set of clothes before matching her makeup to her chosen attire.

Once she was done, she drove her Land Rover to Lake City’s theater.

Upon reaching the theater, she realized that tons of luxury cars were already parked in the parking lot.

After getting out of the car, Ashlyn headed straight to the registration counter.

The staff there would supposedly hand her a card meant for judges. Unlike the other judges, she did not have an assistant, nor was she a representative of a company.

Two women were sitting by the registration counter. One of them adjusted her glasses before glancing at Ashlyn. Instantly, a look of surprise flashed past her face.

This contestant’s beautiful! The participants this year are all so attractive!

“Your ID card.”

Ashlyn handed them her ID card, but the two women then rolled their eyes and hissed, “Your name isn’t here.”

Almost in the blink of an eye, they had lost interest in Ashlyn. “Are you an imposter? Security!”

“I’m not here to join the competition,” Ashlyn said, shaking her head.

“Then why are you here at the registration counter? Are you trying to stir up trouble, or do you find it fun to waste our time?” one of the women questioned, glaring at Ashlyn as she threw her pen aside.

Her shrilly voice was loud, so she caught the attention of many around her.

Instantly, the crowd around began commenting on Ashlyn.

“What’s going on?” Right then, Ashlyn heard a voice dripping with displeasure coming from behind her. Instinctively, she turned around, only to see Eric Hoffman and his wife walking toward them.

The one who spoke was none other than Eric.

“Sir, this woman here is trying to stir up trouble. She’s not here to join the competition, but she came to the registration counter to register her name,” one of the two women behind the counter cried out.

“Here to stir up trouble?” Eric narrowed his eyes as annoyance showed in his eyes.

He was the director of the theater, and for someone to raise hell on his territory meant that someone was trying to humiliate him.

His irked gaze then drifted in the direction the woman behind the counter pointed to, and soon, his eyes landed on the figure of a tall woman.

The woman had her back facing him, so he could not see her face. Thus, he adopted a cold tone and uttered, “Kick her out right away. Why are you making a fuss instead?”

Just then, the organizer, Gabriel, ran over and politely greeted the tall woman, “Ms. Saunders, what’s going on?”

His words were like a bolt from the blue that left the crowd flabbergasted.

Everyone had heard about Madeline Saunders.

Initially, Gabriel was about to supervise the setting up of the competition. However, a glance to the side made him realize that someone was trying to put Ashlyn in a tight spot. He was startled by what he had

seen, and he nearly dropped his phone in shock. No one knew how tough it had been for them to invite Madeline Saunders to the competition.

Yet, those foolish people were trying to stop her from entering the place.

“It’s fine. I’m just having a little trouble with getting the judge’s card,” Ashlyn muttered nonchalantly.

The arrogant woman who had assumed that Ashlyn was one of the participants was dumbfounded. The colors rapidly drained from her face.

“Y-You’re Madeline Saunders?”

No wonder I can’t find her name in the list of participants! She’s one of the judges, Madeline Saunders! Who would’ve thought that the renowned Madeline Saunders is such a young woman?

The way she was described as a master pianist made everyone assume that she was a middle-aged woman.

By then, Eric had figured out what was going on. A smile quickly found its way to his face as he walked toward Ashlyn and said, “Ms. Saunders, my sincerest apologies. This was all just a misunderstanding.”

He then stretched out his hand, about to shake Ashlyn’s hands, but just as he lifted his head to look at her face, he froze.

The woman in front of him had delicate features and a pair of cold eyes.

Her red lips made her skin fairer than it already was.

Her face and her aloof demeanor… Isn’t this Richard’s godsister? Why is she suddenly Madeline Saunders?

Eric’s hand froze in midair. He did not know whether to retract it or to continue shaking her hand.

Nevertheless, Ashlyn only gave him a brief glance. “My pleasure.”