Chapter 223: Chapter 223: Does She Really Hate Him That Much?
Ariana Grant chimed in from the side.
"Yeah, let’s go together?"
Ashley Shaw still shook her head.
If she left in Warren Prescott’s car now, wouldn’t the scare she just had be in vain?
Besides, she didn’t want to have to go out first thing in the morning to ride her bike.
She said, "I really won’t have any more issues, you guys get in the car, the night wind is strong, don’t catch a cold."
Seeing that she really couldn’t persuade her, Ariana Grant simply reminded her a few times to be safe and then shared her location on her phone, before turning to the Maybach.
If it weren’t for the searing pain of her wound, she would have ridden the electric scooter with Ashley Shaw.
But according to her understanding of Ashley, she would definitely not agree to her riding the electric bike back with her.
So it’s better to get in the car and let Ashley start her journey early to get home sooner.
Assistant Lowell saw Ariana Grant give up so easily and quickly went up to try himself.
But just as he said "Miss," he heard Warren Prescott say coldly, "If she wants to ride, let her ride. Hurry back and drive! Don’t delay my matters."
There was a big event at Spectator Live tonight involving the variety show Leon Zeller and the others participated in.
The variety show had no prior promotional buildup and was set to air precisely at midnight on the Spectator Live platform.
All the promotions would start the second after the broadcast.
At this moment, Leon Zeller and the others should still be on the plane, not yet landed.
Before they land, he needed to rush to the Spectator Tower to prepare with the staff, and ensure everything goes smoothly to avoid unexpected events during the broadcast.
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
Assistant Lowell knew very well that Warren Prescott still had a lot of work tonight, so he didn’t bother persuading Ashley Shaw anymore, responded promptly with "Yes," nodded to Ashley Shaw, and turned to walk to the Maybach.
Warren Prescott followed a step behind to head toward the Maybach.
Ashley Shaw wanted to say "thank you," but Warren completely ignored her presence, brushed past her shoulder directly, and walked to the car with a cold aura all over.
This guy’s temper... who does he take after?
Chairman Prescott?
Chairman Prescott also had a bad temper but at least did some surface pleasantries.
Not like Elder Prescott, and not really like Claudia Jennings either.
Could it be a genetic mutation?
Just as she was thinking, Warren Prescott up ahead suddenly sneezed.
Ashley Shaw’s eyes widened suddenly.
No way? That accurate?
"Genetic mutation" isn’t a bad word though.
Coincidentally, Warren turned to glance back, and Ashley Shaw quickly retracted her gaze guiltily, inserted her key into the electric scooter, and rode it towards the community gate.
Warren Prescott looked confused.
Why did she seem like she was being chased by a dog?
Back in the car, Assistant Lowell, worried about Warren Prescott’s hurry, drove the car swiftly.
Even though Ashley left earlier, she was caught up in an instant.
Warren gave Assistant Lowell a cold look.
"You in a hurry?"
Assistant Lowell, clueless, replied, "Nope."
"Then why are you driving so fast, who pays if you scratch or bump the car?"
Assistant Lowell was about to confidently assure Warren of his driving skills, but then caught a glimpse of Ashley Shaw in the side mirror, suddenly felt enlightened as if his channels and meridians were activated, understanding Warren’s meaning.
He swallowed back what he was about to say, changing to, "You’re right, driving at night indeed requires more caution."
Speaking of which, the car speed had slowed to thirty miles per hour.
Ashley, who had been left behind, quickly caught up.
She was puzzled why Warren’s car was moving so slowly, and glanced over when passing by.
Seeing Assistant Lowell talking to Warren, she thought possibly they were discussing business affairs, so they slowed down for safety reasons.
All the passing cars saw was an electric scooter in front, and a two-million-dollar Maybach slowly following behind.
The car’s headlights illuminated the road ahead of the scooter, making it like daytime.
When the scooter reached the community gate, Ashley felt all stiff—it was the cold.
She didn’t expect a summer night to be this cold.
But Ashley soon realized something, her face gradually turning red.
Something felt like it was dropping beneath her, with a slight abdominal pain.
Girls know what this implies.
She didn’t know if it had stained her skirt; this skirt was white, and any stain would be very noticeable.
She sat on the scooter without moving, waiting for the Maybach that was slower than her scooter to arrive.
Several seconds later, the Maybach finally stopped in front of her.
Ariana Grant bent down to get out and went to the front passenger seat to wave.
Assistant Lowell rolled down the window and said first, "It’s getting late, you two should get on, we’re leaving."
Ariana Grant quickly said, "Wait a moment, we haven’t changed out of these clothes to return to you yet. How about we wash them for you first and return them tomorrow?"
"No need," Assistant Lowell said, "These clothes were specially bought for you guys."
Ariana Grant remembered there was a small mall across the villa area, probably where Assistant Lowell went shopping.
"Thank you, you’re so considerate, and your fashion sense is amazing; these are the most slimming and stylish clothes I’ve ever worn. You shouldn’t be an assistant; you should be a stylist."
Ariana is a chatterbox, non-stop once she starts talking.
Until she caught a sharp look from Warren out of the corner of her eye, like a knife, she suddenly realized she had said too much, hurriedly stopped.
"Thanks for taking me home, I won’t bother you any longer, goodbye!"
Ariana waved.
Assistant Lowell laughed, saying, "Alright, you both rest early, we’re off."
After saying this, he rolled up the window, stepped on the accelerator, and said to Warren, "Mr. Prescott Jr., it seems your taste is widely recognized by women."
Warren commented quietly, "The one Ariana is wearing was picked by you."
Assistant Lowell suddenly realized; back then, Warren picked the clothes for Miss Shaw, and the pair chosen by him was for Miss Grant.
He deliberately opted for the largest size, whereas Mr. Prescott Jr.... seemed to know Miss Shaw’s size very well.
Especially the waistline part, where he even reported the exact size.
Could they be...
Assistant Lowell gulped, not daring to think any further.
The car soon left the community, merging into the nighttime traffic on the main road.
With Ashley Shaw completely out of sight from the rearview mirror, Warren Prescott’s face turned colder.
Even her friend knew to say thank you, but Ashley Shaw remained motionless on her electric scooter, which she insisted on riding back home.
Did she hate him that much?
Not even saying a word of farewell?
Warren Prescott’s face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.
Driving, Assistant Lowell only felt the temperature inside the car getting lower and lower...
Even turning off the air conditioning was to no avail.