Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Did You Sleep Together?
The man took the opportunity to grab the woman’s big butt with the hand that got hit.
"Where would I be? You’re my darling."
"Oh, come on! If I was really your darling, why haven’t you divorced that tigress at home and married me?"
The man sighed and said, "Didn’t I tell you to wait a little longer? A divorce isn’t as easy as having a meal; it can’t be done just like that."
But the woman clearly saw the impatience in the man’s eyes.
Recently, he has been showing her more and more of such impatient looks, and even the frequency of their hotel rendezvous has decreased from four or five times a week to just once a week.
He’s lost interest in her.
Realizing this, the woman’s heart involuntarily tightened.
He’s her main source of income; without him, how would she pay off the high-interest loans from the gambling table?
She suddenly remembered Ashley Shaw.
So, the woman brought up Ashley Shaw on her own.
"Are you interested in that student girl we saw earlier?"
"Still a student? No wonder she looks so... ahem!" The man realized he had slipped and quickly coughed, saying, "What are you talking about? Don’t let your imagination run wild!"
The woman coquettishly smiled.
"Stop pretending, don’t I know you by now? Give me twenty thousand, and I’ll help you get her."
The man paused for a moment, dropping the act as well.
"Twenty thousand is a bit much; that tigress at home is likely to notice. Besides, are you sure you can get it done? I don’t think you two are that close."
"Didn’t you hear her apologize to me? That’s because she feels guilty for something she did to me. Anyway, give me twenty thousand, and I’ll set you up with her. Girls at her age, once you sleep with them, they’re yours, and they’ll be devoted to you. But I must say, you still have to give me ten thousand a month after that."
Hearing "once you sleep with them, they’re yours," the man’s eyes lit up.
"Deal! By the way, what’s her name again?"
"Ashley Shaw."
Just then, a tall man in a white shirt walked past, so strikingly handsome that the woman almost forgot to breathe.
The man merely glanced at her lightly before walking out.
The woman watched him leave; did he look at her?
But the man walked straight toward the revolving door without turning back.
The woman laughed self-mockingly.
What am I thinking? I’m thirty this year.
That handsome guy looks at most twenty; why would he be interested in her?
She better hold on tightly to this one next to her.
He’s not much to look at, but at least he’s wealthy.
As they got into the elevator, the man asked more directly.
"How long before I can get her in bed?"
"At most a month, you transfer the money first."
"Alright."
With a ’ding’, her phone alerted her that twenty thousand had been transferred.
There was a hint of sarcasm in the woman’s eyes.
When they went for breakfast, she asked him for two thousand and he refused, but now he’s generous!
But neither of them noticed that as the elevator doors closed, the man in front of the revolving door stopped and turned to look at the elevator.
It was Warren Prescott.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression seemingly covered with a layer of frost.
Did he just hear the woman mention "Ashley Shaw"?
...
After Warren got into the car, he saw missed calls from the athletic director and the bar manager on his phone.
His finger landed on the bar manager’s number and he called back.
"Warren, you’re awake?"
"Yeah, about yesterday, I need you to handle it for me. There’s quite a bit to do, so it might be a bit of a hassle. You’d better jot it down."
"It’s all already taken care of."
"?"
"Everything was arranged by your sister yesterday."
"Ashley Shaw?"
"Hmm? Wasn’t she your sister yesterday? She said she was."
The word "sister" felt particularly grating to Warren.
Anyone could call themselves his sister, but not Ashley Shaw.
How could she...
Warren’s grip on his phone tightened, taking a deep breath, he said, "Go on."
The manager assumed Warren was indifferent to Ashley Shaw’s identity and continued, "Your sister’s arrangements were meticulous: do you want to hear if anything was missed?"
Warren was starting to get fed up.
"She’s not my sister, just a friend. You can call her Ashley Shaw."
The manager didn’t understand why Warren was particular about the address, but complied, saying, "Sure. After she arrived yesterday, she asked me to meet with Kane King’s family first, and told me to make sure they stay quiet, whatever it takes. Apart from that, she also asked me..."
The manager almost recited Ashley Shaw’s words verbatim.
Warren’s initially gloomy face slowly turned neutral as he listened to Ashley Shaw’s attentive arrangements.
She actually considered everything for him.
Could he allow himself to think she wasn’t entirely against him?
Did he still have a chance to make up for everything in the past?
On the other end, the manager asked, "Warren, is there anything else you need me to do?"
"No, she’s already taken care of everything."
Handled so well that no unexpected situations were likely to occur.
Even better than Uncle Rowan.
Warren’s emotions were like a roller coaster.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm the turbulence in his chest.
Elsewhere, Ashley Shaw called Claire Xavier on her way back to Ariana Grant’s house.
She said she’d eaten something bad and would be a bit late.
Claire Xavier told her to rest for the day if she was unwell, but she refused.
The pay as a delivery clerk wasn’t bad; missing a day’s wage for Warren wasn’t worth it.
She pretended nothing happened last night.
But when Ashley Shaw entered the house, Ariana Grant noticed something was off.
"Come clean, are you lying to me?"
"I, no..."
Ariana pointed at her Hello Kitty pajamas, sharply saying, "No one would dress like that to go for a morning jog, and your face looks terrible. Clearly, something happened that you don’t want me to know, right?"
Ashley Shaw was rendered speechless, only nodding.
Ariana squinted her eyes, "Spill it, honesty is the best policy, resisting will only make it worse. Where did you go?"
Ashley knew she couldn’t hide it and decided to tell everything.
"I went to see Warren Prescott last night. He drank too much, and the class monitor called me for help."
"And then?"
"Then I took him to a hotel. The class monitor forgot their ID, so I waited at the hotel for their return, but ended up sleeping."
"!!!"
Ariana’s eyes nearly bulged out.
"So, you spent last night in a hotel with Warren Prescott?!!!"
"Yes, and no. He slept on the bed, I slept on the floor."
"!!!"
"Nothing happened between us, he was dead asleep, really."