My Second Marriage with the Mafia Kingpin novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297: You mean, who?

Ashley smiled as she glanced at the duo in the front passenger row. Behind the wheel was Tank, with Red seated in the front passenger seat. Gin and the rest were in a different car so they wouldn’t suffocate her.

Just what the proper madam of Dominion deserved.

Seeing them today surprised her. She hadn’t expected these guys to decide at all. She had already assumed they would choose to return to Dominion. After all, she would’ve understood that.

Ashley might’ve grown fond of them one way or another, but she never allowed herself to become attached to them more than she should. The reason for that was simple: deep down, she knew that at the end of the day, they would not be the people who would choose to fight with her or for her.

When a crisis arose, such as this one, they were not the people she could lean on. She wouldn’t be disappointed if she never gave herself a reason to believe they would side with her. That was why she never bothered trying to win them over—or anyone else in Dominion—except Lucian and Primo.

But that didn’t mean seeing them today and hearing everything they said didn’t move her.

Rather, I’m relieved. Perhaps I did regret not trying to win them over a little, she whispered inwardly.

"Khan was supposed to pick me up," she said, breaking the silence inside the car. "Where did he go?"

Red, seated in the front passenger seat, looked back at her. "We told him we’d pick you up."

"Ah..." She nodded and didn’t ask further.

Khan was definitely honest with her, and she could tell he had been expecting these guys to come back to their senses.

Still, that wasn’t what truly tugged at her curiosity.

Ashley darted her eyes between the driver’s seat and the front passenger seat. Her lips parted, then closed again. She drew a deep breath and turned toward the window, trying to stop herself from prying.

But before she could stop herself, she blurted it out.

"What made you guys change your minds?" she asked, biting her tongue in realization. To hide her genuine curiosity, she kept her focus on the window.

Tank blinked, keeping his attention on the road. Meanwhile, Red tilted his head and glanced over his seat.

"You mean, who?"

"Huh?" Deep lines formed on her forehead as she snapped her focus ahead. "What does that mean?"

Red merely shrugged, keeping his gaze forward. "You should ask her. That annoying secretary wannabe."

It took Ashley a second to realize who he was referring to.

"Yep," he added before she could speak. "That woman. Domination."

*****

[Hours ago...]

Betty furrowed her brows as she pressed her phone to her ear. "What did you say?"

"I’m saying, what’s going to happen to us now, Betty?" Castor asked, worry clear in his voice. "Everyone’s been anxious ever since they heard about the master’s condition. I hope not, but if he ends up dying, what’s going to happen to the plantation?"

This entire plantation was located in the heart of Dominion’s main residence.

Although Ashley was trying to acquire land outside Dominion’s ownership—just as she was setting up an office beyond Dominion’s territory—that plan was still in progress. Transitioning wouldn’t be easy, especially not this abruptly.

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