Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415

“Do you find me beautiful, Mr. Gray?” Elise inquired abruptly, her eyes taking on a deep, shimmering quality.

Her voice, dripping with seduction, issued forth as her Bewitching Gaze bore down on Ashton. It was an apparent attempt to overwhelm his senses and claim him completely in that instant.

“You’re gorgeous!” Ashton declared suddenly, a bold smile spreading across his face.

He responded to Elise’s seduction as he deliberately took a step forward, closing the distance until they were separated only by a few inches.

He reached out, lifted Elise’s chin, and gazed intently at her perfect features, adding, “Your beauty is enough to drive a man mad with desire!”

He

He then

wrapped his arm around Elise’s slender waist, further claiming the space and drawing her body into unyielding proximity.

“How could this be?” Elise recoiled abruptly and retreated several steps in quick succession, her eyes wide with shock as she gazed at Ashton.

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She found it hard to believe that this man, whom she had deemed a mere flirt, had somehow remained utterly impervious to the power of her Bewitching Gaze.

“It seems that Ashton never let his guard down!” Elise thought to herself.

She took a deep breath, subtly biting her lip as she shot Ashton a look that conveyed both embarrassment and fury–Ashton had clearly used the moment to take advantage of her.

“He is, indeed, the man who manages to foil The Sage at every turn!”

Elise quickly composed herself, resolving never again to underestimate Ashton. She said with a faint smile, Please have a seat, Mr. Gray.”

Ashton simply nodded and settled into a chair with casual ease. He was internally curious to see exactly what kind of trap the people from Blossom Hall had prepared for him.

Elise offered a discreet signal as soon as Ashton took his seat, promptly inviting two alluring women–dressed minimally and boasting stunning physiques–to take positions on either side of Ashton and commence a shoulder and neck massage.

Ashton made no objection, instead settling in to enjoy the full service. He had just completed a swift survey of

the room.

He realized that every beauty within the confines of Blossom Hall had mastered the bewitching arts, which allowed them to subtly ensnare and turn men into their puppets.

It was the only way to explain how prominent figures like wealthy businessmen and martial arts experts could be brought so easily under their sway.

“That man isn’t someone to be trifled with, Elise!” Whitney fumed, watching Ashton’s deliberately indulgent posture and recalling his flirtatious behavior earlier in the car. She was furious that Ashton had the nerve to act as if he already owned the entire Blossom Hall.

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“If Ashton were easy to deal with, the Sage wouldn’t have dispatched us!” Elise smiled radiantly, taking her seat opposite Ashton beside Whitney; her expression and movements were intensely mesmerizing.

She continuously employed her bewitching arts, anticipating the instance when Ashton’s mental defenses would finally slip

“Why exactly did you request my presence, Ms. Haywood?” Ashton asked, his gaze still bold and sweeping across Elise.

He was once more inwardly struck by her stunning beauty and mature allure. He was utterly smitten with Elise based on her looks alone.

He was certain that such a perfect, high–caliber woman was an object of conquest for every man. He privately wondered whether Elise still possessed her virginity.

Elise felt a growing unease under Ashton’s continuous, scrutinizing gaze. The man appeared wholly immune to her bewitching arts.

She couldn’t help but wonder if Ashton, like the Sage, was actually impotent in that aspect. However, she hurriedly dismissed the notion, thinking that the sheer desire radiating from Ashton’s eyes proved that he was very much a man.

She instinctively pressed her flawlessly sculpted legs together as a rush of inappropriate images briefly flashed through her mind.

She hurriedly channeled her inner energy to suppress the distracting fantasies, allowing her voice to regain its seductive cadence while saying, “I’ve invited you over because we wish to secure a significant investment stake in Evermore Beauty.

“More importantly, to acquire the formula for the Complexion Elixir. I hope you’ll grant us this favor, Mr. Gray.”

She had been closely monitoring Martha’s live stream that night. Those belonging to Blossom Hall feared aging above all else; the moment their skin dulled and their beauty began to wane, it heralded an absolute nightmare for their very existence.

Having personally tested the Complexion Elixir, Elise was struck with awe. She swiftly calculated the formula’s immense value and knew she had to possess it at once.

She thought that if she could secure the formula for the Complexion Elixir, the other women in Blossom Hall might finally be released from their present necessity of relying solely on their allure for survival.

Elise’s constant focus had always been on establishing a secure alternative path for the women of Blossom Hall.

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