When Warren Prescott saw Claire Xavier’s social dia post, his first instinct was to scroll past it.
Until his peripheral vision suddenly caught a face in a group photo, and his finger paused, pulling the progress bar that was halfway down back up.
Then he clicked on the picture to zoom in.
In the group photo, Ashley Shaw sat in the backlight, yet it couldn’t hide her fair skin.
She wore an apron, her face lit up with a natural, relaxed smile, showing dimples on both cheeks.
So... she had such sweet dimples, sothing he had never noticed before.
Or perhaps he had noticed but had never cared.
Warren clicked into Ashley Shaw’s profile picture again.
Her profile was still just one line.
She hadn’t posted herself but had liked and comnted on Claire Xavier’s post: Welco to co and play next ti.
Warren scrolled back to the social dia post and also gave it a like.
His WeChat na and hers appeared together due to the like, and an unnoticed smile ford on Warren’s lips.
The car stopped in front of the Prescott family’s villa at this mont.
Warren long-pressed to save the picture, ready to get out of the car, but his gaze returned substantively to the photo.
He zood in with two fingers and saw a sowhat blurry but very familiar reflection through the kitchen’s glass door in the photo.
Was that... Cillian?
As if to confirm his suspicion, Claire Xavier’s social dia post was updated with another.
Archie: @Ashley Shaw, too bad I ca late and missed the lobster.
Warren’s mood imdiately soured.
Her place, where he hadn’t been yet, but Cillian had entered.
Why should he?
"Young man?"
The taxi driver turned around, looking at him in confusion.
Warren snapped back to reality.
"Sorry."
He turned off his phone, opened the car door, and got out with a stern face.
As soon as he entered, Elder Prescott approached, but didn’t look at him, instead persistently glancing behind him.
"She’s not here."
"Oh."
Elder Prescott returned to his expressionless state, pausing only when he noticed the slap mark on Warren’s face, his gaze lingering montarily in surprise.
"Your face..."
"She hit ."
"Serves you right!" Elder Prescott didn’t even ask for details, turning back to his chessboard.
Warren gave a bitter smile.
"Grandpa, am I really your grandson?"
"My true grandson wouldn’t trouble a girl in the middle of the night! It’s only Ashley, others might not care a bit about you! Don’t bother her again, do you hear?"
Elder Prescott’s mood also seed like a rollercoaster.
When Warren ntioned over the phone that he and Ashley were at a hotel, he suddenly realized that one good way to keep Ashley close was to cancel her adoption and have her marry Warren.
Oh no, there’s no need to cancel the adoption now, as Ashley is already over eighteen and no longer needs a guardian.
It wasn’t until Ashley explained everything that he realized he was just an old man acting on his foolish instincts.
She didn’t even care to be called a Prescott daughter, so why would she care to be a daughter-in-law?
No, it was all Warren’s fault, he drove her away.
Elder Prescott glared at Warren with full resentnt.
"Did you hear what I said?"
Warren appeared a bit innocent.
"It wasn’t who called her, but the person with ..."
"I don’t care who it is! No bothering Ashley anymore! She already dislikes you enough. If you trouble her again, not only will she hit you, I won’t go easy on you either!"
Dislikes you enough...
Warren’s hands shook slightly at his sides.
"Got it."
If it happens again, Ashley Shaw might not care about him anymore.
He felt a bit regretful.
He shouldn’t have used that thod to confirm if she still had feelings for him.
Too an.
Such a bastard.
But without confirmation, he couldn’t let go.
He was just such a selfish person.
A despicable person he himself despised.
"I’m going upstairs to take a shower. Still need to go to the office later, won’t be chatting with you."
"No one needs your company anyway!"
Elder Prescott didn’t even look up, continuing to study his chess ga.
He was replaying Warren and Ashley Shaw’s previous match.
...
Elsewhere.
The Lynch Group’s stock plumted, with its market value halved in just two days, not to ntion facing a tight market regulatory investigation.
Gavin Lynch was running around trying to contact various leaders, but they either didn’t answer or said firmly they couldn’t help, it was too big, and advised him to take a stand quickly.
Gavin Lynch sat in the car on his way ho, fuming.
"Take a stand? What stand should I take? Should I directly tell consurs I’m a greedy and unscrupulous rchant?"
"All those scoundrels! When there’s no trouble, they all co asking for benefits, but once trouble arises, they all scatter!"
"I just refuse to believe there’s no way to handle this!"
His assistant timidly spoke up: "Chairman, what’s Chairman Prescott’s stance on this?"
Gavin Lynch’s expression softened sowhat, "He didn’t not pick up my calls, and has been trying to find a solution."
"So, was this really Young Master Prescott’s doing?"
"He said no, that Warren doesn’t have that authority, but I just feel sothing’s off. We’ve spent so much money, yet the news can’t be suppressed; unsuppressable news can only be Prescott Group’s dia’s doing. So, first, let’s go ho; regardless, I have to ask Rosalind for clarification. If it really was the incident at Rosalind’s banquet..."
Gavin Lynch didn’t continue.
Half an hour later, the car sped into the parking garage at the back of the Lynch family ho.
Gavin Lynch got out of the car, face frosty, heading towards ho.
Just as he reached the door, he heard Rosalind Lynch crying.
"Why? Why still no answer? What did I do wrong?"
"Stop crying, crying does nothing! Why not just go find him?" Jillian Lynch, the second daughter, advised.
"With the current situation at ho, how can I go out? I have an online account with over 300,000 followers. If I go out, soone will recognize , do you want to see get attacked?"
"I didn’t an that! Forget it! I don’t understand you adults’ issues, I’m not going to concern myself with you anymore."
Hearing this, Gavin Lynch’s heart sank halfway.
Warren Prescott was refusing to et Rosalind.
This was not a good sign.
"Sir."
Coincidentally, a servant coming out to take out the trash ca out, hurriedly bowing in greeting.
"Hmm."
Gavin Lynch walked in with furrowed brows, seeing Rosalind Lynch hastily wiping her tears.
Yet the more she wiped, the more tears flowed, as if they would never stop.
Seeing Rosalind’s useless behavior infuriated Gavin Lynch.
"Crying! What’s the point of crying? Does it help?!"
Rosalind Lynch jumped in fear, her tears also montarily startled away.
Jillian Lynch, not wanting to get caught in the anger, was about to sneak upstairs but was called by Gavin Lynch.
"Where’s your mother?"
"She’s in..."
Before Jillian Lynch could finish answering, Mrs. Lynch’s voice ca from a small room on the first floor.
"All triples, self-picked!"
Gavin Lynch’s anger reached its peak at that mont.
It was as if his feet were filled with lead, each step producing a heavy clunk.
"Thump, thump, thump."
"Bang—"
He kicked open the door, startling the four ladies inside into exclamations.
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