Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 421

“You bastard!” Whitney spat, shoving Ashton with all her might. She was certain now that her bewitchment had failed and that Ashton had taken advantage of her for absolutely nothing

She breathed heavily, her gaze fixed on Ashton as she was utterly bewildered. “You weren’t affected by my bewitchment!”

“Your mastery in the bewitching arts is far too insignificant to affect me. You should try taking off your clothes. Maybe then I’d be more swept away,” Ashton said with a smirk as he took in Whitney’s frustrated state.

Whitney’s expression immediately hardened. She was the deputy head of Blossom Hall, yet Ashton was relentlessly toying with her.

She felt an unbearable rage flaring within her as she hissed, “You’d better hand over the formula to the Complexion Elixir, Ashton! You ought to remember that you’re currently in Blossom Hall’s territory! You might not be able to leave this place alive if you refuse!”

“I’ve already stated my condition–I’ll hand you the formula to the Complexion Elixir as long as Blossom Hall is handed over to me, and if you and Ms. Haywood surrender yourselves to me,” Ashton declared.

“Do you seriously think you can claim Blossom Hall and covet Elise and me? You’re a fool lost in delusions! You should go to hell, Ashton!” Whitney’s fury reached its breaking point.

She mobilized her inner energy, and tendrils of purple mist spiraled around her as she thrust her palm toward Ashton’s chest. That strike was no mere gesture–it held the terrifying strength of an SS–ranked expert.

Blossom Hall’s rise to its present stature proved that it was a force to be reckoned with.

If it were under any normal circumstances, Whitney’s strength as an SS–ranked expert–bolstered by her mastery of bewitching arts–would have allowed her to challenge a normal expert in the transcendent realm. It was quite unfortunate for her this time, as her opponent was none other than Ashton.

Ashton’s eyes narrowed sharply as clusters of black flames ignited in them, instantly incarcerating the last trace of the room’s sultry haze.

He then surged forward, with threads of pitch–black energy coiling around his fingers. He had already predicted Whitney’s every move, so he immediately seized her wrist before her blow could even land.

“H–How…” Whitney’s expression hardened in shock. She hadn’t expected Ashton to parry her most powerful blow effortlessly.

She was overwhelmed by a sudden, intense feeling of danger, so she instinctively tried to pull away to put some distance between herself and him.

But before Whitney could even attempt to retreat, Ashton yanked her forward with overwhelming strength, pulling her directly into his embrace. He hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

He looked down into her eyes–burning with a volatile mix of humiliation and rage–and let out a chuckle. “You don’t get to strike me without paying the price, Ms. Wright!‘

Having said that, Ashton delivered a stinging slap to Whitney’s buttocks with his free hand.

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Whitney exploded in fury as her liner energy surped like a tidal wave, intent on blasting Ashton away. Yet, to her absolute horror, her inner energy was Instantly stuffed out by a far more savage, primordial force.

She was like a trapped rabbit, caught in a predator’s grip and subjected to his mockery and humiliation.

“You’d better let go of mel” Whitney shrieked, her composure shattering into pure panle as she realized the depth of Ashton’s power. She finally understood why he had dared to challenge the Sage.

“Why would I let go of you? You talked big game about serving me, and now you’re trying to call it quits halfway through, huh? You ought to know that’s not how the world works, Ms. Wright!” Ashton fixed his gaze on Whitney’s frant le eyes as his hand glided tenderly over her exquisite features.

Whitney’s body trembled as she cried out at the top of her lungs. “Help! Save me!”

In that instant, the experts of Blossom Hall–who had been on standby outside–burst through the door. They couldn’t help but widen their eyes in disbelief as they noticed Whitney being held and fondled in Ashton’s arms.

“They had assumed that with Whitney’s mastery in the bewitching arts, taking down Ashton would have been a

trivial matter.

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