Divorced and Dominant Now You Cry novel Chapter 427

“Have you guys lear

you guys learned your lesson now?” Ashton asked, looking down on Elise and Whitney with disdain.

He had never intended to unleash a massacre in Blossom Hall. He had looked into Blossom Hall before his arrival. He found out that most of the women here were helpless and desperate, with many being orphans or abandoned children taken in by Elise and Whitney.

It was just a shame that neither Elise nor Whitney had the means to truly protect them.

“It’s our fault for underestimating you, Mr. Gray, so please have mercy on us!” Elise said, dropping her ego and lowering her head in deference.

“I’ll do whatever you want as long as you don’t kill them. I’ll even serve you!” Whitney declared, her voice quivering with fear.

Through their brief encounter, Elise and Whitney both understood that they were no match for Ashton, even together. They realized with sinking hearts that any further resistance would only provoke his wrath.

They were teetering on the brink of a disaster that, once triggered, could never be undone.

“Are you and the others in Blossom Hall willing to swear your allegiance to me now?” Ashton demanded with an air of absolute authority.

If he could seize control of Blossom Hall, then he would be able to strike a devastating blow against the Sage- after all, it was one of his most vital factions, holding extensive intelligence of great strategic value.

Elise and Whitney both showed troubled expressions.

“What’s the matter? You’ve got a problem with that?” Ashton narrowed his eyes as a massive wave of pressure crashed down on the room like a death sentence, and a terrifying bloodlust seeped into the souls of every woman in Blossom Hall.

He knew that he needed to demonstrate his formidable power and authority at that moment.

“It’s not that I’m unwilling. It’s just that we simply have no choice,” Elise murmured with a sigh, an expression of sorrow and desolation flashing through her gaze.

“Oh? What exactly do you mean by that?” Ashton asked in confusion.

Elise wore a look of agony on her face, obviously unwilling to bring up the subject.

Whitney eventually broke the silence, replying, “If we swear allegiance to you, the Sage won’t let us live–our deaths would be far more wretched! I’ll serve you and agree to any of your demands, so please spare the others. in the Blossom Hall and stop pressuring Elise!”

She had already braced for the worst–case scenario. Her sole remaining hope was that she could meet Ashton’s demands.

“I told you I would protect you guys! I won’t allow the Sage to lay a finger on you as long as I’m around!” Ashton

declared.

He was dead set on claiming Blossom Hall–not simply to dismantle the Sage’s influence, but because he

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red an intelligence network of his own. He needed to uncover the truth about the Drake family, and for that, he required a team to operate on his behalf.

He, of course, felt a genuine physical attraction toward Elise as well. She might be in her 30s, but the former most beautiful woman in Javonbury remained stunning. She possessed an even deeper feminine charm that sparked in Ashton a powerful desire to conquer her.

In addition, Elise was certain to be a major asset in improving his cultivation realm and power. Otherwise, the Drakell technique within his body wouldn’t have surged so violently.

“You won’t be able to protect us, Ashton. Do you really think we submitted to the Sage by choice? It wasn’t just because he’s the ruler of the criminal underworld in Javonbury or because his power is beyond comprehension…

Whitney trailed off with tears glistening in her eyes, evidently affected by the painful memories she was revisiting.

“What’s the actual reason then?” Ashton asked, his curiosity piqued.

He had always found it strange that women as proud and capable as Elise and Whitney would bow to the Sage and do his dirty work. After all, it didn’t fit their personalities at all.

It was obvious now that a secret lay beneath the surface. He wondered if the Sage was using some specialized means of coercion to keep the Blossom Hall under his thumb.

“You don’t need to know the details, Mr. Gray. If you just agree to let Elise and the rest of the women go, I’ll be yours tonight. You can do with me as you wish, Mr. Gray,” Whitney said, clearly not wanting to bring up the issue to Ashton.

Ashton’s gaze hardened. He took a long stride forward and caught Whitney’s chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his gaze.

He looked at her fragile, pitiable face and said coldly, “I’ve already told you–I want every one of you in Blossom Hall to submit to me! I said I’ll protect you no matter what! You’d better speak now if you’re hiding something. Don’t make me ask repeatedly!”

“I…” Whitney’s body shook violently.

She stared at Ashton’s stern features as he held her chin before murmuring, “It’s because every woman in Blossom Hall had been implanted with the Heart–Devouring Parasite by the Sage.

“If we go against his commands, the parasites within us will torment us until living becomes worse than death. It’s because of that that we had no choice but to remain under the Sage’s thumb…”

Having said that, Whitney’s eyes grew utterly dim, as the crushing weight of having her very existence controlled by another’s hand had clearly subjected her and all the others to a lifetime of profound humiliation.

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