Ashley Shaw was completely unaware of all this.
She watched as the greenery outside the car window kept retreating and couldn’t help but ask, "Where are we going?"
Warren Prescott replied concisely, "To eat."
"I won’t be having dinner..." Ashley Shaw said, "Can you drop off at the subway entrance up ahead? It’s just around the corner."
However, Warren Prescott seed to not hear, driving past the subway entrance directly.
"Hey... why did you..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she heard Warren Prescott say, "It’s my mom’s birthday today."
Ashley Shaw choked back the words she was about to say, asking Warren to stop the car.
She glanced at her phone’s screen and realized, oh, it was indeed Claudia Jennings’ birthday.
After a mont of silence, Ashley Shaw said, "Since it’s your mom’s birthday, I really shouldn’t go. She would be having a joyful celebration, and if I went, wouldn’t it ruin her mood? Please stop at the next subway entrance."
"She asked to bring you along."
That one sentence made Ashley Shaw’s eyes widen.
"Really?"
Warren Prescott had a look on his face that seed to say "Is there any need to lie about sothing like this?"
Once Ashley Shaw confird Warren Prescott wasn’t lying, she hesitated for a mont and said, "Then find a mall to park."
Warren Prescott frowned slightly, "It’s just a al, if you really don’t want to, I can take you ho. I’ll explain things on your behalf."
"No," Ashley Shaw said, "It’s your mom’s birthday, I can’t just go empty-handed, can I?"
Warren’s face softened significantly.
He was just afraid that she disliked him so much that she didn’t even want to et his family.
"Don’t worry about it, I’ve got sothing ready for you."
"Huh?"
Warren Prescott kept his left hand on the steering wheel, slightly leaning towards her, and reached with his right hand to the back seat.
Before long, he retrieved a gift box from the back.
"Here."
Ashley Shaw took a look inside and found a bottle of perfu.
Worth about seven or eight hundred.
For an average person, this counts as a very expensive gift, but for Claudia Jennings, would this seven to eight hundred perfu seem a bit shabby?
As if sensing what she was thinking, Warren said, "Lately, she’s been into collecting various perfus, the one you have is sold out, and she doesn’t have it yet."
Ashley Shaw nodded, realizing this indeed catered to her preference.
Catering to soone’s interests is okay, no matter how cheap it is.
Ashley Shaw took out her phone, and after a few taps, the sound of a transaction notification rang from Warren’s phone.
"I’ve transferred the money to you, it seems to be seven or eight hundred, so I transferred eight hundred."
Warren almost couldn’t catch his breath.
"Do you think I care about these eight hundred bucks?"
Ashley Shaw shook her head, saying earnestly, "I already feel bad for not personally buying the gift. If I take it for free, I would feel uncomfortable having dinner today. Since I paid, it’s like you’ve helped buy it, and it counts as my own gesture."
Warren’s expression improved quite a bit.
"Agencies usually charge a fee for buying."
"So how much would you charge?"
"I don’t need the money, talking about money is aningless."
The phrase "I don’t need the money" made Ashley Shaw grind her teeth in her mind.
Look at him showing off.
"Then what do you want?" she asked with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Doesn’t your friend make freeze-dried tea? I have a friend who wants to open a small shop specializing in selling that. Could you ask your friend if they are interested? If so, I can make an introduction."
When it ca to Ariana, Ashley Shaw couldn’t agree directly, nor could she refuse outright.
She hesitated for a mont and said, "I’ll ask Ariana when I get back."
"Okay."
Warren responded without looking aside, but every ti he braked, he observed her reaction closely from the corner of his eye.
It seed that the modification was pretty good; Ashley Shaw didn’t show any signs of car sickness.
Ashley Shaw just felt Warren occasionally glancing at her, not knowing what he was looking at.
She instinctively touched her face.
Was there sothing dirty on her face?
But when Ariana was ntioned, she recalled her initial purpose for getting in the car.
"Um... when you were in the hospital before, a woman with the last na Sutton ca to see you..."
Warren’s gaze shifted slightly, "Why are you asking this?"
"I can’t quite rember her na, could you tell her full na?"
"I forgot."
"No..."
Seeing that he didn’t say, Ashley Shaw beca a little anxious.
"I want to confirm sothing, not to pry into your privacy."
Warren sighed, "I’m not brushing you off, I really forgot."
Seeing Ashley Shaw’s surprised, wide-eyed look at him, he explained, "I only rember things I want to rember. I won’t bother with unimportant stuff."
"Can you ask her for then?"
Warren raised an eyebrow slightly, "What’s going on?"
"It’s nothing, just want to confirm sothing."
There was a red light ahead.
Warren stopped the car and checked his phone records.
Soon, he found a na.
"Livia Sutton," he said, "The na’s a bit of a tongue twister, no wonder I didn’t rember."
"Livia Sutton..." Ashley Shaw repeated it twice and asked, "Does she have a sister nad Joyce Sutton?"
Warren shook his head, "I rember this, Director Sutton only has one daughter, so there’s no sister. He ntioned it when we collaborated."
"What about a cousin or sothing?"
"Director Sutton does have siblings, apparently a sister and an older brother. His brother is quite old, almost sixty."
Ashley Shaw felt her heart pounding as a suspicion ford in her mind.
That Aunt Sutton nad Joyce Sutton could very well be Livia Sutton’s cousin, the daughter of Director Sutton’s brother who’s almost sixty.
That ans Warren’s date’s sister is Ariana’s stepmother?
And she herself is sort of like Warren’s half-sister...
If Warren doesn’t end up with Rosalind Lynch in this lifeti, but instead with Miss Sutton, then what should she and Ariana call each other?
I hope I’m mistaken, otherwise, how could this hierarchy be anything less than a ss?
The red light turned green.
Warren gave her a side glance, hit the gas, and asked, "What exactly are you trying to confirm?"
Ashley Shaw didn’t know exactly how to explain, so she said vaguely, "I t soone nad Joyce Sutton today and thought she might be Miss Sutton’s sister."
"Did she bully you?"
Ashley Shaw shook her head, "No, the person’s very nice. They even wanted to invite for a al, but I declined."
Warren "Oh-ed" and threw out, "Don’t accept anyone’s dinner invitations lightly. It might be a trap."
Ashley Shaw glanced at him and asked, "So, is today’s lunch a trap?"
Warren snorted and said, "What are you afraid of? We’re eating at ho, not outside. Even if I don’t have your back, Grandpa will."
At ho, huh?
That put her at ease.
Just in ti to see Grandpa Prescott once more before heading off to Aethelgard.
The car soon arrived at the villa area where the Prescott Family lived.
Carrying the perfu, Ashley Shaw went in and saw a familiar figure.
Speak of the devil.
It was Livia Sutton.
Ashley Shaw’s eyes widened, but she couldn’t hide her excitent.
Now that Livia Sutton was here, she could confirm it herself.
If Joyce Sutton and Livia Sutton were indeed cousins, she could take the opportunity to say so nice things to help Ariana connect with Joyce Sutton.
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