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Exclusive Memory novel Chapter 242

"What happened between you and Flora?" As soon as Flora left, Dylan stopped being reserved and looked at Ashley as if he was waiting to see a good show. He didn't look like otherworldly.

"We're disciples of the same sect, what will be except the limited resources is the cause?" In order the distract Dylan attention, Ashley decided to change the topic and said, "If you don't have work to do tonight, let's go to eat alone. There is no need to eat hot pot with them."

"That sounds like a human saying." Dylan was finally satisfied. "I saved your life. A meal of hotpot definitely can't satisfy me."

Dylan changed his clothes. When both of them fully dressed and covered their face, they left. After half an hour's drive, they arrived at a well decorated restaurant for lamb spine. Looking at the decoration, Ashley knew that Dylan was going to let her spend a sum of money again. Thinking of the last time when Dylan made her spend lots of money at the Banquet Night Building, she couldn't help but cover her bag with her hand.

After they parked the car and walked into the restaurant, Ashley spoke to the waiter.

Ashley's face was totally different without makeup. She usually wore makeup in public, but not today, besides, she also wore a mask, so the waiters didn't recognize her at all.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"Please arrange for us a private room" She said.

The waitress looked back at Dylan, who was wearing a mask and a cap. When the waiter looked over, he turned his face to another direction, pretending to look around the restaurant's decoration.

The waiter didn't know what they were talking about, so he nodded, "Okay, this way please."

After they went into the room and ordered the food, as well as the dishes, the door was closed and the waiter was asked not to come in unless there was something important. Dylan heaved a sigh of relief and took off the things from his face and head.

"It's suffocating me." Dylan heaved a sigh of relief. He saw that Ashley was looking at the menu carefully. "What are you doing? The food here is enough for us. You don't need to order more."

"Don't get me wrong." Ashley gave the man a sad look and said, "I just want to see how spendthrift you are. It's just a meal. The salary of an ordinary person has been used up."

"You're so stingy." Unable to bear to look straight into her eyes, Dylan continued, "you don't have to treat me a meal. When you were poor, you treated me in a roadside stand. Now that you are not short of money, it's not a big deal for you to treat me a good meal."

Ashley put down the menu and poured a cup of tea for Dylan. "Anyway, you saved my life. But for your guidance that day, I would have died. But I don't think I can pay them back. We'll replace wine with tea to make a toast to you. "

All of a sudden, Dylan was a little emotional as he heard what Ashley said. He picked up his teacup and clinked it with Ashley before saying, "nice lines."

"Thank you for your praise." Ashley winked at him.

The tea was hot. Both of them took a sip.

Dylan put down his tea cup and teased, "I heard that Gloria was caught. What's going on? Is there any progress in your mother's case?"

"Yes, a huge progress." Ashley smiled pleasantly. After all, she finally caught Gloria. "I heard from Shawn that the website has been completely destroyed, and the mastermind behind it is a programmer over 40 years old.

That man was pushed back by the company at an old age and had no strong points, so he established a virtual trading website himself and gradually developed into a criminal net. When he was arrested, the police interrogated him for a few days. He told the police about the transaction records of the website in recent years. One of the trading records is Gloria's name, time, address and criminal plan. In that day, the police took her to the police station for interrogation. "

"Although Gloria has been caught, you need to continue to plan it." Seeing that Ashley was overjoyed, Dylan couldn't help but said, "you know, China is a place where people only talk about humanity. Gloria's attitude will play a role in her trial result. If a good lawyer gives her advice, it is hard to say what the result will be."

The smile on Ashley's face faded away.

Dylan picked up a lamb spine and put it in her plate. "Do you want Gloria to be sentenced to death?"

"Yes." She said without hesitation.

"Then you should spend more time in lawyers. For example, you should bribe the lawyer of Gloria or arrange a reliable one to work for her. Actually, there is nothing we should do, as long as the lawyer can guide Gloria to tell the truth. "

Ashley was lost in thought.

Today, Sheila came to the hospital to ask for the help of Samuel. She could tell that Sheila was looking for a lawyer for Gloria, but she did not have the money. Not knowing the reason why even Ethan left Sheila and now she was hopeless.

She might make mischief here.

It took two hours for them the finish the meal. Now was already eight o'clock. As Ashley was about to go back to the company and get off work with Jasper, she found it was a little late, but she was desperate to know that she couldn't catch up with it.

Seeing that Ashley was a little listless after the meal, Dylan guessed that the thing he ordered today might be a little expensive. After all, Ashley had lived a hard life and was very stingy.

When they came out of the room, the waitress at the door asked enthusiastically, "do you want to pay the bill?"

"Yes." Dylan nodded.

"This way, please."

Following the waitress to the reception desk, Ashley took out her wallet from her bag. Before she took out her credit card, a hand flashed in front of her eyes. She raised her head and saw that Dylan had already given the credit card to the waitress.

Hearing that, Ashley could not help but open her mouth in surprise. She hadn't expected that Dylan would be so generous and gentle since he had taken advantage of such a good opportunity to make her pay. "Is it not my treat, Brother Dylan?" she asked.

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