My Extraordinary Wife

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.
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?”
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?”