Assistant Lowell confidently said, "It’s not the Langley Family."
"As soon as I saw Miss Shaw’s photo frequently appearing in the trending section, I imdiately checked the Langley Family."
"The Langley Family is like clay idols crossing the river—they can hardly protect themselves."
"And they haven’t reached the point where they need to go all out against us, so they wouldn’t do sothing this foolish."
Warren Prescott’s voice was icy as he said, "Delete all related posts for as soon as possible, and don’t let her photos circulate further."
"Yes!"
"There are many posts discussing Ashley Shaw, but only a few accounts are posting photos. Investigate these accounts thoroughly and find out who’s courting trouble."
"Yes! I understand."
"Also, keep an eye on the Langley Family to prevent Jas Langley from becoming desperate."
"Yes."
"Go now!"
Assistant Lowell nodded and turned to leave.
Warren Prescott suddenly spoke up, "Wait."
Assistant Lowell stopped in his tracks and turned around to ask, "Mr. Prescott Jr., is there anything else?"
"Eat your al before you go; I’ll head upstairs to handle sothing. You co up after you finish eating."
Assistant Lowell felt warmth in his heart and imdiately smiled, "Yes!"
But then he rembered sothing else, and after hesitating for a mont, he finally gathered the courage to speak—
"Um... Mr. Prescott Jr...."
"If there’s sothing to say, just say it—don’t act like a woman."
Assistant Lowell got straight to the point and said, "The situation with Miss Shaw was brought to my attention by Mr. Cheney."
Warren Prescott’s gaze had been focused on the tablet, but he raised his eyes slightly when he heard this.
Assistant Lowell felt a chill pass through his body and instinctively lowered his head.
He was pleading for Mr. Cheney.
Hoping that Warren Prescott, considering that Mr. Cheney tily discovered and reported the situation, wouldn’t implicate Shawn Coleman.
Warren Prescott knew exactly what Assistant Lowell was implying.
His lips ford a straight line, and he spoke indifferently, "Are you suggesting that I’m the kind of person who can’t distinguish between personal and professional matters?"
"...Of course not."
"You’re wrong; I am."
Assistant Lowell raised his head abruptly.
"Mr. Prescott Jr...."
Mr. Prescott Jr.’s words implied that he intended to mix personal affairs with professional matters and implicate Mr. Cheney after all.
But that wasn’t unexpected.
For those unfamiliar, how could they not know, following Warren Prescott every day, the importance Ashley holds in his heart?
When Warren let Mr. Cheney take soone away without saying a word, it was already giving him face.
Yet just letting Mr. Cheney go like this still made him feel a bit uncomfortable.
Assistant Lowell wanted to muster the courage to speak for Mr. Cheney, but then considered that, like a clay idol himself, he had no ability to save others.
Words stuck in his throat, unsure whether to force them down or let them out, when Warren Prescott spoke again.
"Leave the posts alone."
Assistant Lowell widened his eyes in confusion.
Listening as Warren Prescott continued, "Assign it to Liam Coleman, giving him a chance to atone by making ritorious deeds. If he doesn’t do well, then he can get lost!"
Liam Coleman was Mr. Cheney’s na.
He ca from the sa village as his wife, which is why he shared the sa surna as Shawn Coleman.
Assistant Lowell’s eyes lit up instantly.
So Mr. Prescott Jr.’s mixing of personal affairs was due to his emotional anger towards Mr. Cheney.
But when it ca to action, he still chose to give Mr. Cheney a chance.
"Yes!"
"Hurry up and eat; there’s still a eting in the afternoon."
"Okay!"
He watched Warren Prescott enter the elevator and then quickly entered the adjoining booth.
This booth was sowhat larger than Warren’s, with four tables.
Mr. Cheney was inside, wearing an expression of curiosity yet fear of asking.
Assistant Lowell approached, patted Mr. Cheney on the shoulder, and quietly relayed Warren Prescott’s words.
Mr. Cheney imdiately breathed a long sigh of relief and shook Assistant Lowell’s hand excitedly.
"Lowell, thank you, thank you so much..."
"Don’t thank , hurry up and eat a few bites before going up to work."
"Eat what? I feel full of energy without eating! I want to see who’s causing trouble for the future lady boss!"
Mr. Cheney stord upstairs to work, eyes carrying a curve of a smile.
At that ti, Shawn Coleman was swiftly packed off to his hotown and was given a stern talking-to by his wife.
She said if he ever tried to support that useless person again, their marriage would end too.
This ti, his "saint of a brother" wife finally forced herself clear-headed and, realizing the havoc Shawn Coleman wreaked at the company, imdiately stated she would no longer interfere with her brother.
Mr. Cheney was filled with gratitude toward Warren Prescott.
Because today’s affair wasn’t just about that; it also involved him exploiting his position to allow Shawn Coleman to enter through the backdoor and even beco a team leader right away, which was a huge taboo.
If Warren Prescott truly pursued it, he wouldn’t have any ans to resist.
Thus, the chance Warren Prescott gave this ti, he cherished imnsely.
...
anwhile.
Ashley Shaw finally "struggled" to finish her bowl of rice, resolute to avoid wastage.
Just at that mont, the ringtone of "Castle in the Sky" began to chi.
Since she was the only one in the room, she instinctively thought it must be her phone, but when she picked up the phone leaning against the bowl, it still wasn’t hers.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a phone left on Warren Prescott’s seat.
There was no need to guess; it had to be Warren’s.
He even left his phone behind.
She was about to take it over to him when she saw the missed call display on the screen from ’Rosy’.
Rosy...
There was no other ’Rosy’; it had to be Rosalind Lynch.
Ashley Shaw didn’t intend to see it, but her eyes were naturally drawn there, unable to play blind.
However, so people are truly blind.
After the pool incident, she’d thought Warren Prescott might begin to see the true colors of the Lynch sisters, yet he still hadn’t severed ties with the Lynch Family.
No wonder he never forgot Rosalind Lynch in their previous life even after three years of marriage, going as far as to ’incorporate’ Jillian Lynch because he missed Rosalind too much.
But this works out.
Let the two quickly seal their fate and avoid harming others.
Knowing how painful it was to be the young mistress of The Prescott Group, she couldn’t bear seeing another innocent girl repeat that path.
Rosalind Lynch, this lifeti, you must marry Warren Prescott smoothly.
Ashley Shaw exited the box, coincidentally running into Mr. Cheney on his way out.
Their eyes t, and Mr. Cheney first greeted Ashley Shaw.
"Hello, Miss Shaw."
His attitude was rather respectful.
Ashley Shaw returned a stiff smile.
"Hello."
She couldn’t quite muster a favorable impression of Shawn Coleman, so she couldn’t warm up to Mr. Cheney either.
Nodding as a response was already her best effort.
Mr. Cheney noticed Ashley Shaw’s unease but, after hesitating a mont, stepped forward.
Regardless of anything, the knot in his future lady boss’s heart had to be untied.
"Miss Shaw, about what happened before, I’m really sorry!"
Ashley Shaw didn’t expect him to bring up the earlier incident and found herself at a loss for words, so she simply chose to say nothing.
But the phone grasped in her hand vibrated again.
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