Chapter 269: Chapter 269: You’re All Thieves
What an honor, also... so awkward.
Luckily, no one knew she was in the elevator.
Another employee eagerly asked, "Really? Is she pretty? Prettier than a celebrity?"
"Absolutely! You’ve seen my taste, haven’t you? She’s drop-dead gorgeous, not just attractive to guys but girls too!"
"Wow! Let me see the photo!"
"No way! I had to work two extra days to get this photo!"
"I’ll buy you coffee for two days!"
"One week!"
"Damn... fine, one week it is!"
"Deal!"
Ashley Shaw felt even more awkward, silently praying: Don’t notice me, don’t notice me...
The employee passed the phone around, and the one who saw the photo howled.
"Wow! What a stunning beauty! It looks like she’s not even wearing makeup. Damn, how can she still look so good without it? But she seems quite young."
"Don’t be fooled by Mr. Prescott Jr.’s aura; Mr. Prescott Jr. is only eighteen."
"Ah, eighteen, truly the flower age."
Ashley had already closed her eyes.
What’s going on, why is it taking so long to get to the fifth floor?
Suddenly she sharply looked towards the elevator’s button area.
She hadn’t pressed the button!
The two employees noticed that the elevator hadn’t moved and quickly pressed the button.
"I was wondering why it hadn’t arrived, turns out no one pressed the elevator button..."
The employee suddenly realized there was someone else in the elevator and kindly looked at Ashley Shaw.
As she looked, she asked, "Miss, which floo... (oor) are you going to?"
Before she could finish saying "floor," the employee’s eyes almost popped out.
She looked at Ashley Shaw, then at her phone screen.
The person in the phone photo completely overlapped with the girl before her!
Ashley had previously brushed up her thick bangs and tied her hair in a bun, leaving no chance to cover her face with stray hair today.
Four eyes met; the silence was the bridge of helplessness tonight.
The employee almost wished she could die.
"The fifth floor, thank you."
Despite this, the other employee hadn’t realized Ashley was their gossip subject and tugged at her colleague’s sleeve.
"Do you have clearer photos? I want to see if there’s any plastic surgery involved. It must be impossible to be that beautiful without it... Ugh, okay, I admit I’m jealous."
After talking for a while without a response from her colleague, she frowned and asked, "Why are you ignoring me?"
The colleague frantically blinked and signaled with her eyes.
The female employee looked puzzled and leaned closer to stare at her colleague’s eyes.
"Did something get into your eyes?"
The colleague’s face darkened, and she simply closed her eyes, refusing to speak.
Whatever comes, let it come!
During this, the elevator stopped briefly at another floor before finally reaching the fifth floor where Ashley Shaw was going.
Ashley’s path was blocked by several employees who had just entered, so she had to speak up, "Excuse me, could you please let me through?"
The female employee thought the voice was crisp and pleasant and instinctively looked at Ashley’s face.
She saw a face as fresh as a water lily reflecting in her eyes.
The female employee internally complimented, "So beautiful," and suddenly realized she had just seen this face on her colleague’s phone.
Her eyes widened suddenly.
Ashley Shaw kept a straight face as she maneuvered her way out from the back of the elevator.
With the elevator doors opening and closing again, the female employee asked, "Was that just..."
"Yes." Her colleague nodded before she finished speaking.
"..."
Silence.
A deathly silence filled the elevator.
Ashley Shaw let out a long sigh of relief once she got out of the elevator.
Awkward! So awkward!
She somewhat regretted not taking Warren Prescott’s exclusive elevator.
Luckily, it was the fifth floor and would be there soon.
Ashley Shaw quickly put the incident behind her, tightened her grip on Warren Prescott’s phone, found the customer service department, and pushed open the door.
As soon as she entered, she drew quite a bit of attention from the employees.
Probably because her photo had already "circulated widely" in the Spectator Tower, everyone’s expressions were a bit complicated; they quickly looked away after just one glance.
Ashley quickly scanned the room and was surprised to find Warren Prescott sitting at an unoccupied customer service desk.
Each customer service station was equipped with a computer and a landline phone.
Warren sat there with a blank expression, answering a call.
Though his face was stern, his voice was relatively polite and courteous.
"Thank you for your feedback. I’ll verify this as soon as possible. If there is indeed an issue, I’ll have them address it immediately."
Somehow, the person on the other end of the line said something that made Warren frown.
Just when Ashley thought Warren might lose his temper, she heard him reply earnestly, "Alright, I understand the situation. I’ll solve it for you in ten minutes. After resolving it, I’ll contact you at this number."
He added a "goodbye" before hanging up the phone.
The customer service employee standing beside him anxiously asked, "Mr. Prescott Jr., what did they report?"
"A child..."
He had barely started before suddenly realizing something and correctly turned his gaze toward where Ashley Shaw was.
As their eyes met, a hint of surprise showed in Warren’s eyes.
Ashley quickly gestured for him to go ahead and continue with his work.
From Warren’s expression earlier, it seemed something happened.
She knew well enough to discern between priorities.
Warren gestured for Ashley to find a seat to wait for him.
Ashley nodded but didn’t move.
She decided to wait right there.
Warren, having moved his gaze from her, addressed the employee beside him seriously, "Has this number been reported once before?"
The customer service employee immediately replied, "One moment, I’ll check."
The employee checked on the nearby computer, and it took less than half a minute to confirm.
"Yes, this user called once two days ago, and the call lasted for over eight minutes."
"At that time, she reported her account had topped up over a thousand something on our live-streaming platform, which she didn’t do. She suspected we hacked her bank account... obviously, we wouldn’t do such a thing."
"Show me her top-up records."
"Certainly."
The top-up records quickly appeared, showing streams only children would enjoy.
There were scattered transactions amounting to indeed over a thousand.
"She tried applying for a refund, but our staff rejected it since it was indeed credited via her bank account."
Warren had mentally outlined the scenario.
He dialed the number again.
This time, he put the call on speaker.
On the other end, the person started yelling abuses, startling even Ashley Shaw.
"You heartless folks! Do you know how hard it is to earn three thousand a month? Refund my money, or I will call the police! Accuse you of hijacking my bank card! Stealing my money! You’re all thieves!"