Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Sharing a Room
His brows were tightly knit together, his handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, as if there were troubles that couldn’t be dissolved.
Just like after their marriage in a previous life, every night she secretly looked at him, the expression he revealed after falling asleep was the same.
But he... what troubles could he have?
Hadn’t he not yet married her, and she had willingly left his sight, so why was he still unhappy?
Finally shaking off this sticky band-aid like her, he should be celebrating with firecrackers.
Ashley Shaw discovered that she couldn’t understand Warren Prescott before her rebirth, and even less after it.
Clearly, in terms of experience, she, having been reborn, was deeper than the current Warren Prescott.
"Warren Prescott."
She looked at him and gently asked, "Why did you do this?"
"Ash..."
He muttered something incoherently.
Ashley Shaw leaned closer and heard the words "Rosalind Lynch."
Her expression remained unchanged, she just began to consider whether it would be better to let Rosalind Lynch come and handle it.
But realizing that the Lynch Family was barely managing to protect itself now, and Rosalind might make a big deal out of today’s matter, she dismissed the idea.
She should handle it herself.
Consider it her repayment for when he stood up for her at the convenience store.
The person in charge was brought over by the sports committee member at this time.
"I am Warren Prescott’s sister."
To avoid further trouble, Ashley Shaw introduced herself.
The person in charge immediately showed a smile; he had heard that the Prescott Family had taken in a foster daughter.
"Hello." The person in charge extended a hand amicably.
Ashley Shaw shook his hand back briefly, then asked, "How is Kane King’s injury now?"
"It looks frightening, but the hospital said they are just superficial wounds, not life-threatening. But he’ll have to stay in the hospital for at least half a month."
Ashley Shaw was silent for a second, then got straight to the point.
"Three things."
"First, contact Kane King’s family, tell them they can ask for any compensation, they can contact you directly. But if they want to make a fuss about it, the whole Prescott Group is at their disposal. Whether you threaten them or entice them, make sure their mouths are shut."
"Second thing, make sure no one posts about this incident on social media tonight. You should know most of the guests here; I believe you can handle this."
"The last thing, don’t tell the family."
The last thing was her private desire; she didn’t want the Prescott Family to know that Warren Prescott hit someone for her.
Lars Prescott already suspected something between her and Warren Prescott, if he found out about today’s incident, not even jumping into the Yellow River would clear her name.
"As for tonight’s expenses..."
Ashley Shaw turned sideways and fished a wallet out of Warren Prescott’s trouser pocket, inserting a card into the person’s hand.
"All expenses, including the compensation for Kane King’s family, should come from this card, the password is 001108."
Rosalind Lynch’s birthday.
If she remembered correctly.
The person in charge dazedly took the black card handed over by Ashley Shaw, looking at her with an extra bit of genuine respect besides the initial polite acknowledgment of her identity.
"Yes... I’ve memorized it all."
Ashley Shaw made a sound of agreement, saying, "Now go and handle it."
"Ah? Oh, okay..."
The person in charge gave Ashley Shaw a deep bow and left quickly.
Ashley Shaw turned her head and found the sports committee member staring at her dumbfoundedly, as if he was meeting her for the first time today.
"Don’t just stand there stupidly, do you have a bed at your place where he can sleep for a night?"
"There is a bed... but my parents are light sleepers, they’ll definitely hear."
The sports committee member scratched his head awkwardly, saying, "Waking them up wouldn’t be a problem, it’s just that my mom has a loud voice... from what you said earlier, it seems like it would be best if this incident wasn’t known to others?"
The sports committee member’s family was above average, engaged in some small business, but just small business.
So he clearly couldn’t understand why it couldn’t be known to others.
Let alone imagine that once this matter was brought to light, it could affect the Prescott Group’s stock market.
Nowadays social media is becoming more and more developed, every little thing gets magnified infinitely, let alone Warren Prescott beating someone into the hospital?
Ashley Shaw was silent for a second: "Then I’ll go book a room."
"Eh, okay!"
"How much did he drink today?"
"Not too much in quantity, but he mixed several types of alcohol, very strong effect."
It was impossible to wake him up then.
"Give me a hand, help me get him out."
The sports committee member was tall and strong, not a sports committee member for nothing, Ashley Shaw barely needed to exert herself, Warren Prescott was easily carried.
There were many taxis outside The Queen’s Bar, the two of them shoved Warren Prescott into one, and the sports committee member slid into the driver’s seat.
"Driver, to a nearby hotel... uh, a high-end one, with strong privacy."
The driver gave a knowing look to the few of them, stepped on the accelerator.
The car stopped at a nearby five-star hotel.
Ashley Shaw just glanced at the sign and said, "Not this one, go to another."
This hotel was also under the Prescott Group, someone might recognize Warren Prescott and inform Chairman Prescott.
The driver was happy to make a bit more money, stepping on the accelerator again.
Fortunately, the next hotel was finally not a property of the Prescott Group.
The two carried Warren Prescott into the hotel.
Ashley Shaw took out her ID card and fished out Warren Prescott’s ID from his wallet to hand over.
"What about yours?" she asked the sports committee member.
The sports committee member scratched his head: "I didn’t bring it... miss, can you do me a favor, I’ll just help get the person upstairs and leave, not staying."
The receptionist glanced at the drunk Warren Prescott, nodded: "Alright, you have five minutes, get him upstairs and then leave."
"Okay! Thank you."
Ashley Shaw received the room card and with the sports committee member helped get the person to the room.
Ashley Shaw used her own money to cover it, she brought limited cash, so just ordered a standard double-bed room, didn’t opt for a higher-priced suite.
After dumping him on the bed, Ashley Shaw placed a pillow under Warren Prescott’s head, and removed his shoes, finally letting out a small breath of relief.
It had been quite an eventful night.
She took a moment to catch her breath, telling the sports committee member: "I might need you to take care of him tonight, can you go home and get your ID card? I can wait for you here."
"Huh?" the sports committee member hesitantly asked: "I may not be able to stay out overnight, can’t you stay here?"
Ashley Shaw reminded him: "Men and women are different."
The sports committee member scratched his head again.
"But aren’t you his sister?"
"I’m not his biological sister, it’s really not convenient."
"Oh..." the sports committee member dragged out his answer.
He was the typical simple-minded, athletic type, but the incident on the rooftop with the yearbook during graduation left a deep impression on him.
He thought there was something between them.
Could it be he was overthinking it?
Right, they are siblings after all, albeit not biological, maybe he was really overthinking.
The feeling of jumping to the wrong conclusion, so deflating.
The sports committee member nodded: "Okay, then wait for me an hour, I’ll get my ID and come back. In the meantime, please take care of Warren, he’s really quite heavily drunk today, might even throw up later."
"Okay, don’t worry, I won’t leave before you come back, go quickly and return swiftly."
"Got it!"
The sports committee member grabbed his phone and left.
The room was quickly left with only Ashley Shaw and Warren Prescott.