Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 425

Those in Blossom Hall could no longer allow Ashton to continue to disgrace Elise, their esteemed head, for doing so would have meant disgracing the entire Blossom Hall.

Ashton chuckled softly, rose to his feet, and took a step back. His eyes gleamed with an uncanny light as he calculated Whitney and the others‘ movements, sidestepping all their attacks with ease.

It was then that the inner energy within Elise’s body erupted, her transcendent realm power surging like a storm and tearing toward Ashton.

Ashton, however, was protected by the stormwind barrier raging around him. It shielded him from the onslaught of Elise.

Elise, seizing the opening, finally wrenched herself from Ashton’s grasp and retreated to a safe distance, her face burning with a deep flush. She couldn’t help but bite her lip and fixed Ashton with a frigid stare as she felt the lingering sensation of his kiss on her cheek. “You’ve crossed the line, Mr. Gray!”

Ashton let out a chilling laugh before asking, “You actually dare to say that I’m the one who’s crossed the line, huh?

“You were the one who extended the invitation and agreed to allow Whitney to serve me, only to spend the entire night plotting against me to steal the formula to my Complexion Elixir. Who’s the one crossing the lines here, Ms. Haywood?”

“You’re spouting nonsense here, Ashton! You’re dead meat since you’ve laid a hand on Elise!” Whitney barked.

“You’ve got it wrong. I didn’t just take liberties with Ms. Haywood–I took them with you, too, Ms. Wright. You both went along with it willingly as well! You ought to know that I’ve never been one to force anyone!” Ashton countered, his gaze roving back and forth between Elise and Whitney.

He had to admit–even in their rage–they were both stunning, each possessing a unique charm.

Elise, in particular, was a sight he could never tire of. Her innate sensuality caused the Drakell technique to surge violently within him, no matter how hard he tried to suppress it.

“You’re an absolute scoundrel, Ashton!” Whitney bellowed before she ordered her subordinates. “Get him and bring him to his knees, everyone–we’ll torture the formula for the Complexion Elixir out of him once he’s down!”

In that instant, over a hundred formidable women charged forward. They formed a suffocating perimeter around Ashton, their collective murderous intent blazing. These were the finest experts Blossom Hall had at its command.

“You’ve mistaken the Blossom Hall for a place where you can act with impunity, Ashton! I’ll see to it that you leave this world with a modicum of respect as long as you hand over the formula for the Complexion Elixir now! “Whitney demanded, her tone sharp and unyielding.

Elise, on the other hand, sighed softly before saying, “You didn’t have to take things this far. It was you who backed yourself into a dead end, Mr. Gray.

“You still have a chance to fix this, though. I’ll make sure you’ll be able to leave Blossom Hall unharmed as long as you hand over the formula for the Complexion Elixir. How does that sound, Mr. Gray?”

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Ashton swept a glance over the women of Blossom Hall, a disdainful sneer playing at the corners of his mouth.” Is this your way of telling me you intend to take it by force, Ms. Haywood?”

Elise remained silent.

“It’s a shame, really, as it belongs to me. No one can take it away from me! You’ll all pay for what you’ve done!” Ashton declared, his face devoid of fear.

Instead, he seemed almost thrilled. He planned to use this crowd to test his strength and show Elise and Whitney exactly who they were dealing with.

“You arrogant bastard! I’ll see if you can still act so high and mighty once you’re knocked flat!” Whitney bellowed before ordering her subordinates. “Get him!”

In that instant, over a hundred women from Blossom Hall activated their bewitching arts in unison, their collective power reaching a fever pitch as they swarmed toward Ashton.

Elise and Whitney held back momentarily, their gazes fixed on Ashton as they waited for the perfect moment to strike a killing blow. They knew that they couldn’t afford to lose this battle–only by winning could they obtain the formula for the Complexion Elixir and provide a satisfactory account to the Sage.

It was then that a chilling, murderous intent filled the room as ripples of energy surged through the air in endless waves. Ashton, at the center of the fray, watched with eyes that began to burn with an abyssal black flame. It was as if two dark dragons were ascending within his pupils.

He let out a terrifying presence–a spectral, deathly force that billowed outward, crushing the surroundings with its sheer, overwhelming might

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