Chapter 222: Chapter 222: Scared Weak in the Knees
But no matter what, Warren Prescott sending them back was with good intentions.
Letting Uncle Zane return to work as well.
And also punishing Jillian Lynch on their behalf.
She always believed in giving credit where it’s due. Today, Warren Prescott helped them, and she’s grateful.
Ashley Shaw was silent for a second and said to the back of Warren Prescott’s head, "Warren, thank you for today, and thanks for taking the trouble to send us back."
Warren Prescott’s voice was icy: "Who went out of their way to send you back? I’m going to Spectator Tower."
Ashley Shaw choked up, feeling a bit embarrassed.
But Warren Prescott was always like this, never resting until he annoyed people to death. She couldn’t be bothered to stoop to his level.
"Anyway, thank you. Ariana, see you later."
Ashley Shaw waved her hand, closed the car door, and turned to walk towards her scooter parked nearby.
This high-end villa district had a streetlight every five meters. Ashley Shaw walked a few meters along the light and saw her scooter.
However, the next moment, she suddenly heard a spine-chilling "hiss" sound.
She instinctively knew what that sound was. Her neck stiffened as she looked down, seeing a snake coiled beside her scooter wheel.
Its body was coiled together with the wheel hub of the scooter, forming a tight spiral, less than half a meter away from her.
Another two steps forward and she could touch it.
"Ah—"
She exclaimed in shock and reflexively jumped back two steps without needing her brain to process it.
It was a small white snake, flicking its tongue outside with a hiss.
Ashley Shaw loved animals, but snakes were an exception.
The slippery scales on its body made goosebumps rise all over her skin.
At this moment, her heart was in her throat, almost leaping out.
Ashley Shaw instinctively wanted to run, but her legs felt weak and she couldn’t move.
She used to laugh at TV dramas when seeing characters go weak-kneed and unable to run from monsters, thinking it was exaggerated and silly, wondering why they didn’t run fast.
Now that it was her turn to encounter the animal she feared most, she completely understood the characters in the dramas.
Good heavens, you really can go weak-kneed and can’t run, it’s no joke!
Inside the Maybach.
After Ashley Shaw closed the car door for Ariana Grant, Ariana suddenly felt the car becoming inexplicably cold, unsure if the air conditioning was set too low.
But she was too embarrassed to ask Assistant Lowell to turn it off, so she silently opened the window a bit.
Just as the window rolled down, she heard Ashley Shaw’s cry of alarm.
Warren Prescott’s half-closed eyelids instantly snapped open.
By the time Assistant Lowell reacted, Warren Prescott was no longer in the car.
...
By the scooter, Ashley Shaw was trying to regain feeling in her legs when she saw the little white snake crawling off the wheel hub and inching towards her.
Seeing the snake almost touching her toe, Ashley Shaw’s scalp tingled.
"Help—"
The word "help" hadn’t even fully left her lips when a big hand suddenly wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her to the side.
When Ashley Shaw came to her senses, she saw Warren Prescott holding the little white snake single-handedly, looking at her with displeasure.
"Is your head full of water? You see a snake and don’t run?"
"I, I..."
She didn’t know how to explain but dared not look at Warren’s hand holding the snake.
Seeing her reaction of not daring to look at the white snake in his hand, Warren Prescott uttered "Women are just troublesome" as a scold, but the corner of his mouth lifted into a subtle curve. Freeing a hand, he dialed a number.
"Did you lose something?"
Who knows what the person on the other end said, but Warren Prescott "hmmed" and said, "You’ve got two minutes, or I’ll take care of it for you."
With that, he hung up directly and looked at Ashley Shaw, who was avoiding his gaze. "You should be glad this is a non-venomous pet snake; otherwise, we’d have to prepare a coffin for you."
What kind of talk is that!
Can’t he speak more appropriately?!
Ashley Shaw glared at Warren Prescott, but with the corner of her eye catching a glimpse of the little white snake, she quickly withdrew her gaze.
"It, it has an owner?"
"Who else did you think I was calling?"
Ashley Shaw thoroughly realized this person just couldn’t speak nicely.
Ariana Grant and Assistant Lowell rushed over at this moment.
Both of them were shocked to see the big white snake in Warren Prescott’s hand.
Assistant Lowell hurriedly went back to grab a pack of wet wipes for Warren Prescott to wipe his hands. Ariana Grant started checking Ashley Shaw carefully.
"You weren’t bitten, were you?"
"No... he said the snake’s non-venomous."
"Even if it’s non-venomous, it still hurts to be bitten. It’s a blessing in disguise you weren’t bitten."
Ashley Shaw pulled a slight smile, wanting to say something light-hearted to ease the tense atmosphere, but she found it impossible. Her heart was still racing.
All she could think about was how she almost had a close encounter with that snake, filling her with dread.
She decided to keep quiet and took deep breaths to calm herself.
Just at this moment, the owner of the white snake arrived.
Ashley Shaw recognized him as a guy from this villa area. When she lived here before, she’d occasionally run into him, but they never interacted much.
The person seemed very quiet, yet unexpectedly he kept reptile pets, showing great courage.
He put the white snake back into the snake box and quickly apologized to everyone.
"I’m really sorry. I had no idea when Susan got out. I turned my house upside down looking for it. Thank goodness you called me."
At hearing "Susan," Ashley Shaw couldn’t help but chuckle, her fear of the white snake somewhat alleviated.
If a snake has a name, one starts seeing it as a regular pet.
Only to hear Warren Prescott say chillingly, "You better keep your Susan in check; if it escapes again, it’ll never see Alaric."
Though it was a pun, the guy clearly got a fright, indicating his attachment to "Susan."
"Yes, rest assured, it won’t escape again."
"Let’s go."
"Okay."
The guy nodded repeatedly, apologizing once more to Ashley Shaw, before leaving with his Susan.
Ariana Grant seized the chance to ask, "Ashley, why don’t you come back with me? It seems quite dangerous. We can come pick up the scooter tomorrow morning before Ms. Xavier’s shop opens."
"It’s fine." Ashley Shaw pretended to be relaxed. "Susan’s been taken back, hasn’t she?"
"But who knows if after Susan, maybe a Greenie might show up. It’s unpredictable—once it’s dark, anything can happen."
"Don’t worry, my luck’s probably not that bad."
Ashley Shaw patted Ariana Grant on the shoulder, turned to Warren Prescott, and said, "Sorry for troubling you just now."
Warren Prescott’s eyes showed disdain: "It’s good that you know it’s troubling others."
"..."
"Hurry up and get in the car. I don’t want to chase down another Greenie."