No wonder Warren Prescott isn’t worried about bringing her to the cafeteria and being watched like a "monkey". Turns out this cafeteria isn’t the sa as that one.
They won’t be sitting with the rest of the staff at all.
"Look around, if you want anything else, just tell him."
Warren said this as he sat down at the dining table.
Warren is a picky eater, but Assistant Lowell has already figured out his tastes over this period. So he’s not worried about the food not suiting his taste, only that it might not suit Ashley Shaw’s.
Ashley ca back to her senses and instinctively waved her hand, "No need, no need to order more. This is already great."
"Alright, enjoy your al. I’ll be next door if you need anything, just call anyti."
After Assistant Lowell finished speaking, he left with the cafeteria staff.
As the door closed, Ashley felt even more embarrassed.
Forget about the other employees; even Assistant Lowell wasn’t there.
Just a mont ago, she was worried about being surrounded by gossiping eyes in the elevator; now it seems she was worried for nothing.
"Why are you standing there? Can’t do eting minutes or eat?"
He was obviously worried she’d starve, but his words ca out differently.
Ashley’s face turned slightly sour.
"How was I supposed to know you wanted to record with a voice recorder?"
After saying that, she picked up her chopsticks angrily, grabbed a piece of beef nearby, and put it quickly into her mouth.
The beef was rolled up, with so green vegetables inside.
Only when Ashley bit into it did she realize it was not vegetables but mint.
This was her first ti tasting such a combination, but surprisingly, it was quite delicious.
The magical blend of beef and cool mint made one feel like they were in a refreshing mountain stream, a uniquely rich taste.
Then she picked up a piece of Spanish mackerel. It was cooked fried, with golden and crispy skin, tender inside, and incredibly fragrant.
Her eyes shone as she ate, yet the more she ate, the more familiar it felt.
Suddenly, she realized that this flavor was the craftsmanship of the chef from the Prescott Family estate!
The Crown Prince working a shift is really sothing; not only does he have a personal assistant, but also a family chef accompanying him.
Instantly, her appetite wasn’t as good as before.
Sotis comparing oneself to others is really infuriating.
And yet, what Warren said next was even more infuriating.
"After you finish eating, if you have nothing to do, don’t wander around. Stay in the office and don’t cause any more trouble!"
In Warren-speak, it translates to: Just in case you’re sent on errands again, he might not be able to run into you in ti like earlier.
But how would a regular person understand Warren language?
What Ashley heard was just "Don’t cause any more trouble."
Her appetite worsened.
She already had a small appetite, being one of those "low-appetite people."
Now, after being annoyed, her stomach was already about seventy to eighty percent full.
But with so much food, leaving it uneaten would be wasteful, so she forced herself to eat a few more bites.
When she picks up Leo, who knows what ti it will be when she can have her second al.
While Ashley was forcing herself to eat, on the other side, Warren had a big appetite.
Actually, he was also typically soone with a low appetite.
People around him thought he was picky, but he genuinely didn’t have much interest in eating.
When the taste was average, he ate even less; if it was delicious, he might eat a couple more bites, but only just.
He’s not like Ashley, who’d force herself to eat even when she couldn’t.
No one could force him to do anything he didn’t want to do, even if it was just eating.
However, because of this, he got a bad reputation for being "picky and hard to please."
It’s just that he doesn’t care how others perceive him.
But today, he actually enjoyed his al.
Probably because it’s the first ti they were dining alone together.
Just him and her, with no one else to interrupt.
However, at this mont, the phone rang out of place.
It was the ringtone of "Castle in the Sky."
Both instinctively checked their phones.
In the end, they realized it was Warren’s phone ringing.
Ashley looked at Warren with slight curiosity.
What a coincidence, he also likes using this ringtone.
But recently, the movie "Castle in the Sky" has been re-released, and it’s normal for many people to use this ringtone.
Not thinking much of it, Ashley put her phone back and continued to battle with the rice in front of her.
But no matter how hard Ashley tried not to listen to Warren, his voice still made its way into her ears.
"Yeah, if he insists, just let him persist a bit longer."
"Have the team doctor follow him closely, and if things don’t look right, take him down by force, regardless of his attitude."
"Also, let the filming crew following him inform the others that safety cos first."
Warren’s tone had a fatherly vibe, but in this context, "fatherly" was not derogatory.
It was like a senior caring for a junior.
But at the sa ti, he’s just turned eighteen, barely entering the adult world himself.
After a few more instructions, the call ended.
Ashley had a faint idea about who Warren was talking about from the survival reality show.
She couldn’t help but ask, "Did soone get injured on the show?"
"Yes."
Ashley’s heart imdiately sank.
"Who?"
Warren glanced over and nad the person Ashley least wanted to hear.
"Leon Zeller."
Her heart sank completely, and even her lips turned a shade paler.
"Is it serious?"
"He sprained his ankle and has so scrapes."
"How did that happen..." She recalled what Warren had said earlier and asked, "Is he still filming?"
"Yeah, he wants to push on a bit longer."
"Is it okay for him to continue filming? Has the doctor already treated the injuries?"
Warren slightly furrowed his brow, a small, uncomfortable bulge appearing between his eyebrows.
If it weren’t for knowing Leon’s relationship with Ariana Grant, he would be genuinely displeased.
However, knowing Ashley was worried for a friend, he explained patiently, "According to the rules, unless he voluntarily quits filming, the dic can’t assist. How long he can continue shooting depends on his own willpower and luck."
"Luck?"
"Yeah. Luck involves many things, like the severity of his sprain, the speed of the wound healing, and whether his teammates would be willing to carry the burden of him as a drag."
Ashley felt a little uncomfortable with the word "drag."
But upon thinking, in those conditions, an injured teammate is indeed a burden.
Although it’s unpleasant, it’s the truth.
Before she could say anything, the phone rang again.
It was still Warren’s phone.
"A decision he made himself?"
"Okay, I got it, then let him be."
"You guys don’t interfere unless the dic tells you to take action."
"Before the dic says anything, just focus on your own tasks."
Ending the call, Ashley looked over with an inquiring gaze.
Before she could ask, Warren spoke first.
"Leon Zeller proposed to the directors to leave the team and go solo."
The Stardust Team’s five mbers ford a team by mutual agreent right from the start, with Leon being the leader and guiding them as the captain.
Now injured, to avoid dragging his teammates down, he decided to leave the team.
Expected, yet unexpected.
It’s sothing the Leon he knows would do.
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