Assistant Lowell’s eyelids twitched hard twice.
Isn’t this the cake shop where Miss Shaw works part-ti?
And who is this little vixen she is talking about?
He doesn’t rember anyone inappropriate in Pastoral Serenade.
Looking at this post that has already climbed to hundreds of comnts, Assistant Lowell, as if possessed, clicked in.
[Sisters, I found the little vixen, it’s the girl delivering takeout in Pastoral Serenade.]
[The comnter above, is she really delivering takeout, or delivering...herself, huh?]
[I’m not sure about the delivery, but she definitely delivers takeout.]
[Are you guys riddlers? I can’t understand a thing!]
[If you can’t understand, you’re a child. Children shouldn’t ddle in adults’ business.]
[You’re the child, your whole family are children!]
[Stop fighting, just tell who the girl is already!]
Right below, a picture was posted directly.
[I found this in a university forum near the shop, this is the girl! Didn’t the Stardust Team just post about this shop’s good bread recently? Then I followed the trail and found this girl.]
Assistant Lowell clicked on the picture to see. The girl in the photo is wearing a white short T-shirt on top, blue jeans on the bottom, with long black hair and a slender waist—not Ashley Shaw, who else?
His eyes suddenly widened, the eyeballs almost popping out of their sockets.
All the comnts below, except for the occasional one or two saying, "The Wolves’ girlfriend is quite pretty," were all scathing insults.
Apart from the female fans, male fans were also jumping in.
[So pretty? She must be after The Wolves’ money.]
[Tsk, tsk, tsk, those long legs, that slim waist... The Wolves has gotten lucky.]
[No wonder she wants to join the reality wilderness survival show, if she doesn’t earn more, this girl will surely run away with a richer man.]
[Yeah, she doesn’t seem like a decent girl at all.]
[The prettier a girl is, the less you should bring her ho. It’s okay to have fun, but she can’t be a wife.]
Assistant Lowell was surprised to find that, compared to the female fans, the male fans’ comnts were nastier and more toxic.
He was just about to speak well of the male fans earlier, thinking they wouldn’t ddle in the relationship matter.
He overestimated the basic nature of n.
He furrowed his brows and continued to scroll down, seeing the original poster of this thread again bumping the post: [Happens I’m a Westcroft local, planning to head out soon to give this little vixen a good lesson, anyone wanna join?]
Below this reply, there were indeed a number of people with Westcroft IPs volunteering.
[Count in!]
[, , , host pull in, I learned Taekwondo!]
Post host: [OK, let’s et across the street from Pastoral Serenade in an hour.]
Assistant Lowell counted the number of people volunteering, a total of seven.
Then looking at the ti, his head buzzed suddenly.
It was already half an hour ago.
Over there, Mr. Cheney was puzzled why Assistant Lowell was staring at his phone, as if bewitched.
He was just about to ask what he was browsing, when he saw Assistant Lowell suddenly stand up from his chair.
"Where’s Mr. Prescott Jr.?"
Assistant Lowell’s face was indescribably unpleasant, Mr. Cheney imdiately sensed sothing was wrong and quickly said, "We just finished the morning eting, he should be in the office now..."
Before he finished speaking, Assistant Lowell was already gone.
Mr. Cheney widened his eyes: "So, so quick..."
Assistant Lowell: Isn’t it supposed to be quick? Even a second of delay could cost him his job.
He has been with Mr. Prescott Jr. for so ti now, if he couldn’t tell Mr. Prescott Jr.’s feelings for Miss Shaw, he wouldn’t deserve those big watery eyes!
Soon, those big Cosmo eyes were at Warren Prescott’s office door.
"Knock knock."
He knocked on the door twice and couldn’t even wait for Warren Prescott to say "co in" before pushing the door open.
However, when he pushed the door open, he saw more than just Warren Prescott inside the office.
Besides Warren Prescott, there was also the official personnel to whom he sent the photo in a file bag yesterday.
The other party’s na is Jas Langley.
He still rembered how terrible Jas Langley’s face looked yesterday when he delivered the docunts.
One could think he had eaten sothing disgusting.
He even heard the sound of Jas Langley shattering a teacup as he left.
But now, Jas Langley had lost all yesterday’s aura.
He was bent over and fawning.
One sat, the other stood, the difference in their status evident.
And on the desk between them was a card.
Assistant Lowell recognized almost instantly that it was the card Mr. Prescott Jr. had him send over after this head of review subtly hinted before the broadcast started a few days ago.
Now that this card was back to its owner, the other’s extre flattering could only an that he wasn’t ungrateful, but didn’t dare to accept it.
Seeing him co in, Jas Langley’s face showed a trace of uneasy embarrassnt.
No one expected that soone in his position would one day need to bow down to soone two or three cycles younger.
Assistant Lowell was also embarrassed.
Mr. Cheney didn’t ntion that Jas Langley was in Mr. Prescott Jr.’s office.
But seeing that the tea hadn’t been served, Jas Langley should have just arrived.
"Sothing up?" Warren Prescott looked at him.
Assistant Lowell instinctively shook his head, but then nodded.
Warren Prescott raised his handso eyebrows: "Do you have sothing or not?"
"I...well... it’s a private matter."
Warren Prescott was just about to say to leave the private matter for later when he suddenly had an epiphany, realizing that Assistant Lowell wasn’t soone who mixed public and private matters.
The private matter he ntioned was unlikely his own but rather his.
Thinking this, Warren Prescott said to Jas Langley, "Excuse , Mr. Langley, I need to step out for a mont."
Jas Langley dared not disagree, he was here for those photos.
Although Warren Prescott had his assistant give him part of them yesterday, he was aware that there were definitely more photos remaining on Warren’s side.
Having been through this twice, he no longer dared to underestimate the young "Mr. Prescott Jr."
This was simply another version of Elder Prescott in his younger years, an enhanced version of Lars Prescott.
So Jas Langley imdiately said, "Please go ahead, we can talk later."
Warren Prescott gave a slight nod and stepped out of the office.
Coming to the adjacent room and before Warren Prescott could ask, Assistant Lowell straightforwardly explained the whole situation from beginning to end.
"When did this happen?"
"Half an hour ago."
Warren Prescott’s eyes darkened.
This ant those people heading for Ashley Shaw were already at Pastoral Serenade.
"Did you contact Ashley Shaw?"
Afraid of being perceived as inefficient, Assistant Lowell hurriedly said, "I just saw this post and ca straight to inform you. Should I contact Miss Shaw now?"
"No need, I’ll do it myself."
Warren Prescott said as he dialed Ashley Shaw’s number.
But even after the ringtone ended, no one answered from Ashley Shaw’s side.
He then called Claire Xavier, also getting no response.
Could it be that things have already escalated?
Warren Prescott’s lips instantly pressed into a thin line.
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