Noelle had a very bad feeling, but she was that kind of person—a heart unwilling to give up until the bitter end.
She quickly went to call the third guest.
However, although the third person’s phone wasn’t turned off, they refused to answer, just like the first one.
Noelle’s anxiety began to roar within her.
Finally, she made a call to the fourth guest.
This ti, after two rings, the call was finally connected.
Noelle’s eyes suddenly lit up.
"Commissioner Chapman..."
"Noelle, I’m so sorry, sothing ca up today, I can’t make it!"
Noelle unconsciously tightened the grip with her other hand but still said with a smile, "It’s okay, you attend to your matters first, I’ll invite you to dinner another day."
The other party was silent for two seconds, simply stating, "I’ll be busy in the future too."
"..."
What does this an?
Before she could ask, the commissioner continued, "Noelle, it’s not that your uncle doesn’t want to help you, but your uncle really has no influence. If you still regard how I treated you kindly before, just pretend you don’t know , thank you."
"Uncle Chapman... Uncle..."
The call got disconnected at that mont.
When Noelle called again, an automated female voice inford her that the other party was outside the service area.
Obviously, they had blocked her.
How did it co to this...
Commissioner Chapman had the closest relationship and most frequent contact with her dad among the four guests she invited today.
But now, he also clearly wanted to cut ties with her dad.
If Commissioner Chapman was like that, the other three who wouldn’t even pick up their calls were even more so.
She just couldn’t understand. They had all agreed yesterday to have dinner together today.
Moreover, before she set out, all four of them had agreed well, so why did they act like this only when it was ti to start the dinner?
It’s certain that these people wouldn’t have the leisure to deliberately ss with her, so the only possibility is that sothing unexpected happened suddenly.
In the next mont, Noelle finally seed to realize sothing and looked over at Warren Prescott.
Warren Prescott still stood there, tall as he was, except that the smile on his face had disappeared at so point, leaving only those cold eyes revealing a aningful expression.
In an instant, Noelle finally belatedly understood what it ant.
"It was you!"
She pointed at Warren Prescott in disbelief and said, "You told them not to co, didn’t you?!"
Warren raised an eyebrow, "Yes, you ca looking for my people to settle scores, so I ought to settle scores with you too, right? Now, do you think this account is settled? If it’s not settled, I can continue to settle it."
Noelle’s eyes widened.
What she had been unable to understand earlier fully dawned on her now.
Giving up the private room, making her make the calls, it was all to make a joke out of her!
Never in her life had Noelle been so played by soone!
She wished she could kill Warren Prescott with her gaze!
But helplessly, she didn’t dare!
Now it’s not so much his aura that she’s afraid of, but his background.
Warren Prescott, it was Warren Prescott!
The four "big shots" she contacted, one call from him was enough to make them tremble and not show up, leaving their relationship with her broken off.
In such a short ti, he could achieve this extent, then what good could co from making things irreparably bad with him?
She feared she might even lose her life!
Noelle’s face turned ashen, her heart and lungs about to explode with rage, but instead, she had no solution to deal with him!
Warren Prescott suddenly took a step forward.
Noelle was so scared that she instinctively stepped back two steps.
Only to see Warren Prescott not look at her at all, but at Ashley Shaw.
Yet the words were directed at Noelle.
"She’s not wrong; if she wants, she can not only harm you the first ti and the second ti, but also a third and a fourth... Today’s matter is rely a warning. The next ti won’t be glossed over as easily as the previous two."
Easily?
This is still called easily?
She had racked her brains to invite those four guests today, and now they didn’t want to see her; who else could help her family?
"Still not leaving, waiting to settle the next score with ?"
Noelle shrank her neck and finally left with a pale face.
Once she was gone, the room finally returned to silence.
Ashley Shaw and Ariana Grant watched the whole drama and felt that Warren Prescott still seed like the sa Warren Prescott.
The way he acted was exactly the sa as before he lost his mory, wasn’t it?
Enjoyed hitting where it hurts.
The one who was "hit" didn’t dare to say a word.
But Warren Prescott did it all for them.
Ashley Shaw was the first to break the silence, "Thank you. Noelle... that girl from just now and I have t a few tis before, and there was a bit of misunderstanding between us. She and I..."
"You don’t need to say, I’ve already had Assistant Lowell find out about it."
Ashley Shaw glanced at Assistant Lowell, no wonder Warren Prescott’s reaction earlier seed unusual, Assistant Lowell wasn’t surprised at all.
They must have known Warren Prescott’s plans all along.
Warren Prescott continued, "The scare I gave her today, she should never dare to bother you again. If she dares to co again, just let know anyti."
Ashley Shaw nodded, "Thank you."
"No need to thank , you’re my sister, it’s only right for a brother to look after his sister."
Ashley Shaw choked up.
This was sothing she had just casually ntioned at the ti, why was he saying it again now.
She had clearly explained that she was no longer his sister.
But never mind, after all, he’s a patient.
Ariana Grant clapped her palms, "Warren, you’re so handso! For a mont there, I thought you were taking a liking to her and started helping her!"
Warren Prescott smiled lightly, his eyes full of obvious disdain.
Originally, the two thought they would hear Warren Prescott mock Noelle, but the words he spoke were earth-shattering.
"How could I ever like her? The person I like, isn’t it Ashley?"
Boom—
It was like a dull thunder exploded overhead.
Ashley Shaw’s eyes widened in an instant, not knowing what to say.
Ariana Grant and Assistant Lowell’s reactions were the sa.
Nobody expected Warren Prescott to speak so straightforwardly now.
But it was understandable; although he rembered nothing, his intellect hadn’t changed, so he talked and acted like a child.
What are kids like? Of course, direct and explicit, liking when they like, disliking when they dislike, without so many twists and turns.
Having figured this out, Ashley Shaw felt relieved.
She spoke to him in a tone used for children, "Warren, you’re mistaken, you don’t like ."
Warren Prescott was visibly stunned for a mont, then shook his head, "Impossible. Mark told , how dare he lie to ? Right, Mark?"
Assistant Lowell now wished he could find a hole to crawl into.
Who could have imagined Warren Prescott would directly sell him out in front of Ashley Shaw?
But now, he could only bravely say, "Yes..."
Better to offend Miss Shaw than Warren Prescott.
The latter had a good temperant, wouldn’t tear him apart.
Ashley Shaw gave Assistant Lowell a deep look, then said with an unchanged expression, "Then perhaps Assistant Lowell misunderstood you, you really didn’t like before."
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