The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 298

Chapter 141: Crimson Play-1

Content Warning: Graphic violence and mature themes. Reader discretion advised.

“Why are you here?!” Harper snapped, her voice sharp enough to slice through the cave’s heavy

silence. Her irritation burned brighter than the torchlight, every word edged with defiance.

Ashcroft’s smirk only widened as he stepped closer, his tall frame cloaked in shadow. The flicker of firelight caught the sharp angles of his face, his eyes gleaming with that maddening mixture of arrogance and intrigue.

“Why?” His tone was a taunt, smooth and deliberate. “Because I said we need to talk, and

apparently… His gaze dipped briefly to Ethan, still bound and writhing in pain. “…you’d rather avoid me and go play with your little ‘boy toy’ instead.”

Harper’s jaw locked, her fingers curling tight around her shuriken as a sharp, mocking laugh slipped past her lips. “Oh, I didn’t know you had issues with comprehension,” she sneered. “I thought I made myself perfectly clear-we don’t need to talk. And I sure as hell didn’t ask you to follow me.” Her voice dropped, low and razor-edged. “In fact, I’d be a lot happier if you stayed the

hell out of my way.”

Her bodigãdo, still kneeling, flinched at the sparks flying between them. He risked a glance up, his brows knitting in confusion as Harper and Ashcroft traded barbed words that sounded a little too much like… flirting?

His lips parted, then closed again, clearly at a loss. After a beat, he coughed awkwardly into his hand, eyes darting anywhere but at the two of them.

Whatever this was, it didn’t feel like a fight anymore-and he suddenly felt like the unwanted third wheel in a scene he definitely hadn’t signed up for.

Ashcroft ignored the bodyguard completely, his focus locked solely on Harper. He advanced with slow, deliberate steps, dauntless, until the air between them grew tighter, more suffocating than the cave walls themselves. His voice dipped low, a growl sharpened with mockery. “Funny,” he murmured, eyes glinting. “For someone who doesn’t want me here, you look… unsettled.”

Harper’s eyes flared, but her smirk curved with venom as she lifted her chin. “Unsettled? Please. You’re mistaking fury for perilous.”

A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. He leaned in, close enough that his breath teased the edge of her ear, his words silk laced with danger. “No, babe. I know the difference.”

Her heart betrayed her – thundering against her ribs, too loud, too wild – but she forced her face into one of mocking calm. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. “Don’t flatter yourself, Underworl

Chapter 141 Crimson Play-1

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