Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Get Lost
"Yes, yes. I mistook you for someone else." Jasmine Jacobs grinned sheepishly.
If Jasmine Jacobs initially thought that Ashley Shaw being connected to Maeve meant she wasn’t any good either,
now, if she still doesn’t understand the situation, then she’s a fool.
Someone liked by Warren Prescott wouldn’t be short of money, much less try to seduce her husband.
Ashley Shaw is indeed different from those women who are very close to Damon Crawford in the photos.
As for what she said, if it weren’t for Ashley Shaw, she wouldn’t have found out about Damon Crawford’s affair and affected her mood, it’s purely because she was disgusted by Damon and wanted to revenge on everyone related to him.
But now, seeing Warren Prescott say that, how would she dare to trouble Ashley Shaw?
Jasmine Jacobs forced herself to endure the pain and took two steps towards Ashley Shaw.
"Miss Shaw, I’m really sorry. I apologize for everything I said and did just now, hoping you can be the bigger person and forgive me this time."
Since Jasmine Jacobs took the initiative to apologize and had also been hit, Ashley Shaw had no reason not to let it go.
She nodded lightly, "You are a victim, and so am I. Let’s both take a step back and forget about today. If we meet again, let’s pretend we don’t know each other."
Jasmine Jacobs quickly agreed and then turned to look at Warren Prescott.
"Young Master Prescott, Miss Shaw has already forgiven me, so about this matter...?"
Warren Prescott simply said, "Leave!"
Jasmine Jacobs was relieved, called over a few bodyguards, and quickly left.
As for the one who fainted, they were dragged away by two other bodyguards.
Soon, only Ashley Shaw and Warren Prescott, along with his entourage, were left at the scene.
A few boys in uniform came over and bowed to Ashley Shaw.
"Hello, sister-in-law!"
Ashley Shaw was momentarily at a loss.
"I-I’m not..."
"You guys go upstairs first," Warren Prescott said.
The boys nodded immediately and dashed up to the second floor.
Once their figures disappeared, Warren Prescott spoke again, "I just now..."
Ashley Shaw’s eyes fell on Warren Prescott, and before he could finish speaking, she said, "I know, you thought it would be too complicated to explain, that’s why you said you like me. I won’t get the wrong idea, no need to explain."
Warren Prescott’s expression subtly stiffened, and he squeezed out a word, "Mm."
Ashley Shaw breathed a sigh of relief; she had guessed right.
Luckily she guessed right, otherwise, if she had really misunderstood and asked Warren what he meant by saying "like," it would have been so embarrassing.
Ashley Shaw composed herself and sincerely expressed her gratitude.
"Thank you for today; if it weren’t for your timely appearance, I wouldn’t have known what to do."
As she spoke, she saw the cake not far away and hurriedly went to get it.
The cake was in a clear box and still intact.
She handed over the cake, saying, "This was originally for a client, but now it’s unnecessary, so consider it my thank you gift. You can share it with your friends."
Warren Prescott glanced at the cake in front of him, and after two seconds, reached out to take it.
"Anything else?" he asked.
Today he wasn’t there to play but had some serious business to attend to.
Ashley Shaw, seeing he was about to leave, quickly said, "There’s one more thing I want to ask you."
"Go ahead."
"I was tricked here by Damon Crawford, and before you arrived, Jasmine Jacobs’s people took him away, saying they wanted to kill him."
Warren Prescott glanced at her, asking, "You don’t expect me to go save Damon Crawford, do you?"
Warren had a look of "Are you stupid?" on his face.
Ashley Shaw quickly explained, "I didn’t mean that. Why would I help someone like that? I wanted to ask, if he really dies, would someone like me who was tricked by him be implicated?"
But Warren Prescott focused on something else.
"Being deceived by Damon Crawford and Maeve once and still getting fooled a second time, you’re really something."
"I..."
Ashley Shaw blushed, wanting to retort, but the facts were just as he said, and she couldn’t argue against it.
Indeed, she was foolish.
If she had just left the cake at the front desk back then, perhaps none of this would have happened.
But the order did say to deliver to the room’s door.
Who could justify her feelings, wouldn’t she feel wronged?
Then she heard Warren Prescott suddenly say, "The people taking action aren’t afraid, so what are you scared of?"
He paused and then added with some patience, "The Jacobs Family do things cleanly; Damon Crawford will just be seen as a suicide, and today’s traces here, I’ll also erase. You can safely go back."
Ashley Shaw felt completely at ease.
She said somewhat embarrassed, "Thank you. If it weren’t for you today..."
"You’ve already said that, no need to repeat it. I have matters to attend to, you should leave now. The Jacobs Family won’t trouble you again."
The Jacobs in Westcroft might in some ways be high-handed,
but compared to the Prescott Family, they’re not even fit to hold their shoes.
He wasn’t worried that Jasmine Jacobs would seek revenge over what happened today.
The Jacobs weren’t fools and knew the ramifications, which was evident from Jasmine Jacob’s attitude today.
Though with women, you never know; he’ll make sure to reinforce the point later to ensure nothing goes wrong.
Ashley Shaw saw he seemed in a hurry and didn’t want to waste his time.
"Then I’ll take my leave, thank you."
She said her thanks for the third time, then turned to leave.
However, upon exiting the e-sports hotel, she found Assistant Lowell standing at the bottom of the steps, seemingly waiting for her.
Indeed, as soon as Assistant Lowell saw her come out, he took a few steps up the stairs and respectfully said, "Miss Shaw, I will take you home, please get in the car."
Ashley Shaw guessed it was Warren’s intention, but...
She pointed at her small electric scooter parked by the roadside and said, "I came on this, no need to trouble you to drive me."
"I’ll have someone ride it back; please get in the car."
Assistant Lowell, perhaps afraid she’d refuse again, added, "There might still be people like Damon Crawford or the Jacobs Family around here, and to avoid any accidents, it’s best I take you home to ensure safety."
Ashley Shaw indeed didn’t want anything else to happen; she was already exhausted, so she nodded and said, "Okay, thank you. I’m going to Pastoral Symphony."
"You’re welcome; please."
Meanwhile, Warren Prescott had also gone to the second floor.
He came here today because he recently started a new project—a new live-streaming platform by the Prescott Group, called "Spectator Live."
In recent years, live-streaming platforms have been doing increasingly well, and a large company like the Prescott Group naturally wants a share of the market boom.
But to succeed with a live-streaming platform, you have to create buzz.
Their angle was these rising stars in the e-sports scene.
Warren Prescott recently spent a lot of money signing these e-sports rookies to "Spectator Live," and today was their debut broadcast.
The debut content was these five rookies playing a currently popular shooting game together.
Whichever of the five could survive in the game until the end would be the champion.