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My Extraordinary Wife

Chapter 949
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Chapter 949 You Will Never Be The Head

Rumors about the White family's scandalous affairs spread among the people of upper-class society. According to

the rumors, the eldest son of the White family married Mavis back then. However, he passed away a few years

later.

After that, Mavis married the White family's second son, Christian, who was also the current head of the family.

The couple now had a daughter. She was basically the apple of their eye and was pampered by them.

Meanwhile, the son Mavis had with her ex-husband suddenly disappeared from the White family.

Cassandra never expected the missing son to be Spencer.

Wow. There are surprises everywhere.

She pondered for a moment and decided against stepping into the elevator. Just when the elevator doors were

about to close, she heard Mavis' devastated tone.

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“He's the legitimate son of the White family, yet he insists on working as Lucas' assistant like a slave. What is he

thinking? Does he hate me that much?”

Cassandra frowned. Looks like Mrs. White doesn't understand her son at all. He's not a slave just because he's an

assistant. Everyone in Lake City knows Spencer is Lucas' right-hand man.

Cassandra's pity for Mavis vanished on the spot.

In the meantime, Bob was brought to the ER by a crowd.

“Ashlyn, you b*tch!” Hera charged toward Ashlyn and was about to slap the latter when a powerful hand caught

hers. With a powerful swing of the hand, Lucas sent Hera flying like a kite with a broken string until she slammed

into a wall.

Hera's face contorted in pain as she stared at Lucas in disbelief.

Teary-eyed, she shifted her gaze from Lucas to the woman he was shielding behind him. “It's all your fault!

Grandpa's in the hospital because you made him angry! How dare you still show up here?” she scolded while

suppressing the pain.

Hera's ability to twist the truth was an eye-opening experience for Ashlyn.

Glancing at the slightly crazed Hera, Ashlyn questioned indifferently, “Didn't Grandpa fall sick because you stole my

mom's red jade and auctioned it off?”

Hera forced herself to stand straight. “It's you! He clearly passed out because you took our family's assets!”

“Oh... Looks like Ms. Chapman has poor listening abilities,” Ashlyn mocked.

Ashlyn realized Hera had not gotten a clear picture of the situation or her identity.

Looks like I've got to teach her a lesson.

“Your grandpa clearly stated in the auction that I'm the heir and even the current head of the Chapman family.

Thus, you'd better behave if you want to stay in the Chapman residence.”

“Y-You! How dare you behave so arrogantly when you aren't even officially the head of the family yet? Tell you

what. You'll never be the head!” Hera glowered at Ashlyn.

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The idea of having to obey Ashlyn in the future drove Hera furious to the point of insanity.

She would not tolerate it even for a single second.

“What makes you think you can bully my daughter, Ashlyn? Her grandpa isn't dead yet! Trying to assume authority,

eh? Dream on! You'll never become the head of the family.” Sisley rushed forward and shielded Hera behind her,

glaring at Ashlyn's face that resembled Alice's.

At that moment, Sisley felt as if she was looking at the talented woman—Alice—from her younger days.

The fear of being dominated by Alice's talent surged in Sisley's heart again.

She gritted her teeth and cursed in her heart. Alice, why should the Chapman family fall into your daughter's hand

at the very end?

Sisley could not help but hate Alice, despite knowing the latter was no longer around.

Alice was like a dangerous beast in the eyes of everyone in the Chapman family.

Everyone in the family was a useless being when she was around.

Never did they expect her daughter to return after so many years to take what they believed to be theirs.

“What's all this ruckus? Don't you know you need to be quiet in a hospital?”