When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel (Ashton and Scarlett ) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 

No matter how enchanting his words were, anything that came out of his mouth sounded malicious. Forcefully suppressing my fear deep inside, I put on a tough front and asked, “What have you done with Macy?”

Raising his hand, he edged closer and peered at me before saying casually, “She’s fine.” Lifting up my chin, he remarked helplessly, “Letty, you’ve grown thinner, but you still look stunning still!”

I lowered my gaze, refusing to talk to him.

“J City’s Harrison Family is a prominent centuries-old clan. They have produced many top military leaders and politicians throughout the years. In the business world, they are second to none. You’d better stay close to me later.” he said with a strict tone.

Hearing that made me frown. It’s been five years since we last met, I wonder what he has been doing for all these years/How did he transform himself from a hacker into someone who could reach the pinnacle in both business and politics?

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, my ride came to a stop outside a European-styled luxurious villa. John alighted first from the car before opening my side of the door and ushered me out in a gentlemanly manner. He then whispered in my ear, “Make sure you hold my arms at all times.”

I hated and feared his hypocrisy. His smiling façade was simply revolting. He had always been the type of person who would stab someone in the back without even blinking an eye. Everything nice he ever did was always the precursor to his evil intent.

Yet I had no choice but to listen to him. Holding onto his arms, I got off the car.

The villa was architecturally elegant outside while tinged with culturally inspired design on the inside. The entrance led not into a hall as per a normal villa, but rather a cobblestone path that meandered through a small garden before arriving at the actual hall.

Walking arm-in-arm with John, I strutted on smoothly in my high heels.

Outside the hall, I caught sight of Ashton standing not far in front. He was clad in a black suit and a white shirt underneath. With crisp-white collars, short-cropped hair, and groomed-sharp features, he looked handsomely stunning.

His mere presence exuded a strong, manly aura that even among the crowd, he could still be easily spotted with a mere glance.

Realization finally dawned on me that this elegant party was Cameron Anderson’s aforementioned birthday banquet. Ashton, together with many from the J City’s business and political circles were invited. My eyes widened as I realized that I knew quite a few of them.

I was Ashton’s wife, yet here I was, holding onto another man’s hand. By showing up like this, I knew that it was akin to a slap on Ashton’s face.

I descended into a state of fear and worry and abruptly withdrew my hand.

However, John was never the type of person to miss out on opportunities to torment others. Grabbing my hand forcefully, he growled, “Letty, behave!”

I could only bit my lips as sweat started to break out from my palms.

Raising my eyes to look in the direction of Ashton, I realized to my horror that he had his sights on me too. His deep, dark eyes narrowed as his gaze fell on the black, drop-shoulder gown on my body.

Shortly after, he turned his attention to John and greeted, “Mr. Stovall, it’s been a long while since I last saw you.”

What? Ashton and John know each other?