Chapter 231: Chapter 231: Ashen Heart
Warren Prescott’s tasks were almost done, leaving him about ten minutes to handle the Lynch Group’s matters, not needing Assistant Mark to do it.
"Go! When you arrive, don’t say anything, just give him the stuff, he knows what to do."
"Yes."
Assistant Mark bowed and went out with the brown paper bag.
The house of the "male protagonist" in the photos inside the brown paper bag was only twenty minutes away from Spectator Tower, plenty of time.
Assistant Mark wasn’t in a hurry, just worried about one thing.
That is, would Mr. Prescott Jr.’s actions displease Chairman Prescott?
Ever since the Lynch Family had cleared its name, Chairman Prescott clearly intended to restart cooperation with the Lynch Group.
Today, Claudia Jennings inviting the three Lynch family women over for dinner was a clear signal.
But now, Mr. Prescott Jr. obviously didn’t regard the Lynch Group seriously.
He wasn’t sure whether the father and son would fight over this again.
But their arguments had become routine, he wasn’t worried about Mr. Prescott Jr., he was worried about himself.
If he got caught in the crossfire, it would be miserable.
An employee from Spectator came towards him, greeting Assistant Mark.
Assistant Mark suddenly snapped back to reality, tightened his grip on the brown paper bag, and hurried to the elevator.
...
In the office, Warren Prescott truly didn’t take the Prescott Group’s cooperation with the Lynch Group seriously.
This had nothing to do with Ashley Shaw.
Lars Prescott wanted to cooperate with the Lynch Group, valuing their core technology, but Warren didn’t think much of it.
His principle was, either don’t do it, or do the best.
The Lynch Group’s technology level was just mediocre, not exceptional.
Better to find someone else to cooperate with or take a gamble and develop new technology himself.
Anything was better than cooperating with the Lynch Group.
But his bargain-seeking father valued the price the Lynch Group offered, hoping to leverage at the lowest cost.
Is that possible?
He once doubted that Lars had his brains sucked dry by outside temptations.
Warren Prescott calmed his thoughts and expressionlessly dialed a number.
After two rings, it got connected.
"Mr. Prescott Jr., what brings your call?"
Warren stated concisely, "I have a job for you..."
...
Night deepened quickly, and after several people finished showering, three of them lay side by side, huddled on the same bed, chatting about girlish secrets.
"Do you think a dead heart will ever beat for another again?" Brooke asked in the dark.
Ashley Shaw answered, "Probably not, right?"
Just like Ms. Grant, who found it hard to accept another person after her heart died with her boyfriend.
Today, never mind that the blind date was a greasy middle-aged man with two kids, even a heartthrob like Ryan Ward, Ms. Grant might not open her heart to marry him.
As for herself, her heart had long died with her past life.
She didn’t hope to meet someone who would rekindle her heart, just wanted to cherish the present and live her life well.
If she could, she wanted to become a great doctor, saving countless lives.
Meeting someone would be a blessing, not meeting someone she wouldn’t regret.
Loving someone was too bitter, too painful; she didn’t dare to try easily.
Ariana Grant changed her position, appreciating Ms. Grant’s bed for its size and comfort.
There weren’t many beds big enough for three people including herself.
Hearing Brooke and Ashley’s conversation, she innocently asked, "What do you mean? If the heart is dead, isn’t the person dead? How can it beat again? Isn’t that a zombie?"
"Pfft—"
The two couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Brooke said, "Only you, socialite Grant."
The atmosphere instantly lightened up.
Ashley’s phone chimed with a "ding" at this moment, indicating a message.
She reached over from the far right and grabbed the phone from the bedside table.
The screen displayed: [You have a message from "Warren Prescott."]
Ashley’s gaze sharpened slightly as she opened the chat list.
It was a surveillance video.
Ashley opened it.
It was the time when Jillian Lynch pushed Ariana Grant into the water.
She had asked Assistant Mark to send it to her, why was it Warren...
But that wasn’t important, Ashley long-pressed to save it, and to be safe, sent a copy to her email.
After doing all this, she slightly relaxed and sent Warren two words: [Thank you.]
She waited two seconds, with no response, and was about to turn off the screen and put the phone back, when it chimed again.
It was still from Warren.
[Click to enter the first outdoor survival reality show in Veridia, featuring ten top live-streaming celebrities!]
Following it was a line of coded links.
If Ashley hadn’t noticed the link was from Spectator Live, she might have thought Warren’s account was hacked.
But why was Warren sending her this?
Advertising?
Curiosity got the better of her, and Ashley clicked on the link.
She was greeted by a very familiar face—actor Owen Sinclair.
Owen, dressed in hiking gear, his timelessly handsome face appeared sharper under the production team’s lights.
Ashley realized it had been a while since she heard about Owen.
The last she heard about Owen was through Ariana Grant.
Ariana mentioned he joined a middle-aged dating show.
Now that show was finished, was he joining another variety show?
But why did Warren send this to her?
After all, she wasn’t very close with Owen.
"Wow wow! Idol! What kind of show is this? Isn’t the idol just done with a variety show? How come he’s on another one already? I thought he rarely participated in variety shows." Ariana suddenly leaned over, asking.
Brooke was curious about who Ariana referred to as "idol".
But Ariana, lying in the middle like a mountain, blocked all of Brooke’s view.
"Who is it? What are you watching?"
Ariana: "It’s not me, it’s Ashley."
Ashley replied, "I’m watching a live-stream variety show. I’ll share the link in the group, you look yourselves."
She finished and forwarded the link Warren sent to their small group chat.
Yes, after a night of bonding, their friendship had deepened, and they created a small friendship group.
"Oh? Is that Owen Sinclair?" Brooke said, "As expected from Warren, getting the rarely appearing actor to host a reality show on the live-streaming platform."
Ashley realized after Brooke’s reminder that Owen was the host.
Owen was introducing the survival variety show.
It was a variety show but also a competition.
In summary, ten live-streaming stars would be left in the primitive forest where Owen was now and need to survive outdoors for a month.
Whoever lasts a month and lives the most comfortably will win Spectator Live’s grand prize: fifty million in cash.
Hearing this, Ashley vaguely understood why Warren sent her the link.