The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 311

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Chapter 145 A Bitter Sunrise-2

head, muttering something under his breath.

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Ashcroft’s eyes drifted once more to Harper’s door-still closed, still silent. That small, stubborn

barrier felt heavier than it should. It shouldn’t matter. And yet, it did. The ache in his chest pressed

harder, a slow, unwelcome pulse that refused to fade.

Damien checked his watch, then motioned toward the elevator. “Let’s go. Mom’s already waiting at

the breakfast lounge-you know how she gets when people are late.”

Ashcroft said nothing, only nodded. But as they started down the hall, his thoughts betrayed him.

Maybe she’s already downstairs.

The group walked toward the elevator, the soft click of their footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor. Lee stepped aside as they approached, holding the doors open. One by one, they stepped inside, the doors sliding shut with a muted whoosh, sealing them in the confined space.

Inside the elevator, Maya’s gaze found Ashcroft in the mirrored reflection. Her brow arched, curiosity flickering in her eyes as she took in the faint shadows beneath his.

“Rough night?” she asked, her voice gentle but probing.

Ashcroft exhaled slowly, letting one shoulder rest against the mirrored wall. “Yeah… something like

that. Couldn’t sleep.”

Damien’s eyes flicked to him through the reflection, amusement lacing his casual tone. “You and Harper just disappeared last night. What were you two up to? Kim said she saw you heading toward the dock.”

For a heartbeat, Ashcroft froze-like a boy caught sneaking sweets before dinner. He cleared his throat, forcing a nonchalant shrug. “Oh… that? Yeah. I just helped her take out some trash.”

Damien’s brow lifted ever so slightly, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. He knew exactly what kind of “trash” Ashcroft was referring to.

“All clear?” Damien asked, voice low and knowing.

Ashcroft met his gaze, lips twitching. “Yup. All clear.”

Maya blinked, looking between the two of them. “I don’t get it… isn’t there housekeeping for that?”

Damien and Ashcroft exchanged a look. Damien leaned closer to her, lowering his voice. “A different kind of trash, love.”

Maya’s brows knitted together in confusion-until realization dawned. Her eyes widened, lips parting into a small, startled “O.”

Chapter 145 A Bitter Sunnise-2

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