Chapter 97: Chapter 97: You’ll Get What’s Coming to You
Not only did the expected slap not fall, but Ashley Shaw also released Rosalind Lynch’s wrist.
Rosalind Lynch slowly opened her eyes and looked at Ashley Shaw suspiciously.
Ashley Shaw spoke in a calm voice, "Yes, what does this have to do with me? There’s karma in the world, and you have your own retribution."
Rosalind Lynch wasn’t clear on the exact circumstances of her death in her past life, only that the cause wasn’t suitable for public disclosure.
However, Rosalind’s death was obviously related to the decline of the Lynch Group.
Now with the mobile security issue exposed, she wondered if Rosalind would repeat her past life. But suddenly, she was too lazy to teach a bad person how to be good, how to reflect anymore.
It’s like playing music to a cow.
She decided to keep her mouth shut, her hands to herself, to respect others’ fates, and put aside her urge to help.
Rosalind Lynch was quite displeased with Ashley Shaw’s attitude.
"Do you think you can be any better off? You’ll get your karma too!"
Ashley Shaw smiled mockingly; her karma was Rosalind Lynch and Warren Prescott.
She had already experienced karma once. What was there to fear about Rosalind’s curse?
She calmly looked at Rosalind Lynch and said, "I hit you earlier; you’re welcome to come to me for compensation anytime, but I won’t apologize—that was something you deserved."
After saying this, Ashley Shaw picked up the two cases of beer on the ground and turned to leave.
Rosalind Lynch instinctively wanted to catch up.
But she suddenly thought of something.
If Ashley Shaw was here, would Warren Prescott show up too?
Her eyes slowly shifted, a scheming light flashing in them.
Rosalind Lynch didn’t follow and instead turned back to the private room.
Ashley Shaw was on guard against a sneak attack from Rosalind Lynch, but looking sideways, Rosalind was already out of sight.
Just as she found it strange, Claire Xavier poked her head out from one of the private rooms.
"Ashley, why were you so slow?"
Claire Xavier spoke while coming out, taking the two cases of beer from her hands.
"Hurry on in, everyone said you should sing the first song."
Ashley Shaw’s thoughts were distracted by Claire Xavier, and she didn’t think about Rosalind Lynch anymore.
She hesitated somewhat.
"I... I’m not really good at singing."
"Hey, it doesn’t matter if you can sing today. This event is for you, and you didn’t come last time to sing karaoke, so you have to make up for it this time. Come on, hurry up and get in."
Ashley Shaw reluctantly followed.
As soon as she walked in, two confetti tubes exploded on either side of her.
Colorful streamers floated in the air, coming down in a cascade.
Startled, Ashley Shaw saw everyone rush forward and release even more confetti tubes in front of her.
Ashley Shaw’s hair was full of pieces of confetti.
"I can’t believe how fast you all left just now..."
They had specifically gotten her to stay behind in the original private room to check if anything was left behind, all to prepare a surprise for her.
She hadn’t thought much about it at the time, but now it seemed quite unusual.
"Congratulations, Ashley!"
"Congrats to our Ashley for pulling through!"
"In wealth and prosperity, never forget!"
Ashley Shaw thanked everyone one by one, her eyes involuntarily growing warm.
— It was from being touched.
During her past life as Mrs. Prescott, she had never had so many friends—her only friend was Ariana.
After Ariana passed away, she was almost utterly alone, with only Mrs. Chase at home to talk to.
But with a three-round age difference, there was only so much they could communicate about.
She really didn’t have any friends of her age.
Now suddenly having these good friends, she almost felt like she was dreaming.
She quickly blinked to suppress her tears, to avoid drawing unnecessary laughter.
"When did you all prepare these things?" she deliberately diverted the topic and asked.
But no one was blind; everyone saw her red eyes, yet no one exposed it, playing along, "On the way to the Mic King, we sent Lynn to buy them."
"Thank you all..."
Claire Xavier laughed and put her arm around her shoulders.
"They should be thanking you; because of you, they get another day off."
"Yeah, Ashley, we should be thanking you."
"Alright, you’re the star today, come choose a song now." Claire Xavier insisted, pulling her towards the song selection station.
"What kind of music do you usually listen to?"
Ashley Shaw showed a face of reluctance.
"Ms. Grant, I really can’t sing... how about you all sing, and I’ll just boost the atmosphere from the side."
"No way! Look, do you know this song? It’s a classic..."
Ashley Shaw was hopelessly tone-deaf. She was about to explain she wasn’t shy, but really couldn’t sing when the KTV door was abruptly pushed open.
At this moment, everyone was waiting for Ashley Shaw to choose a song, and the private room was quiet.
When someone suddenly pushed the door open, everyone instinctively turned towards the entrance.
Ashley Shaw also turned her head accordingly.
In the dim light, an attractive and striking face appeared in everyone’s view.
The man had distinct eyebrows and eyes like stars, with thin, tightly pressed lips. His facial features were sharply defined, and his black eyes were sharp and bright, an indescribable handsomeness.
If it wasn’t Warren Prescott, who else could it be?
He wore a plain white T-shirt without any patterns, eyes half-lowered, while loose gray slacks covered his long legs. Clearly simple clothing, yet he carried the air of a runway model.
Undeniably, Warren Prescott was indeed a clothes hanger, looking good in anything he wore.
In a suit, he looked aristocratic and untouchable, akin to a medieval noble, while casual clothing added a clean, boyish charm.
Most people are worn by clothes, but a few wear the clothes. Warren Prescott was obviously the latter.
In her past life, she was mesmerized by such a person and ultimately lost her life.
But because it was this person, it seemed her tangled feelings of ten years could be forgiven.
Last time Warren Prescott delivered fruits to the store, everyone recognized him and knew he was the rumored "Crown Prince" of Prescott Group.
So seeing Warren Prescott, everyone was astonished.
They only knew Elder Prescott was coming, not that Warren would too.
Especially the female staff in the store, who suddenly felt shy and bashful.
There was no other reason; Warren Prescott’s face was enticing enough to "commit a crime."
Claire Xavier was naturally not in a good mood upon seeing Warren Prescott.
After all, he was a rival sworn against her brother.
Especially since Cillian Xavier had made a "big mistake" just a few days prior, she couldn’t call anyone, and Warren taking advantage now wasn’t beneficial for the siblings.
But one must maintain appearances.
Claire Xavier forced a smile and walked over.
"Warren? Why are you here? Where’s Elder Prescott?"
Warren’s eyes had already scanned the whole room quickly, landing on Ashley Shaw, who was seated at the song selection station.
She was also looking at him.
Yet her brows distinctly furrowed.
Was it because... of his arrival?
Warren felt a bit stifled inside, quickly shifting his gaze to Claire Xavier, and said, "Grandfather is at the back."
Just as he said this, Elder Prescott’s voice sounded.
"Is Ashley in there?"
"Yes."
Warren opened the door wide, revealing Elder Prescott standing behind him.