Chapter 130: Chapter 130: Warren Prescott, She’s Pretending to Be Your Sister
Jasmine Jacobs’s dagger was already against her face, and upon hearing these words, her hand paused.
"Prescott Family? Which Prescott Family?"
Ashley Shaw saw that Jasmine was still apprehensive about the word "Prescott Family," and quickly said, "The Prescott Family in Westcroft, who else could it be? It’s the Prescott Group’s Prescott Family."
Jasmine withdrew the dagger from her face and asked, "What is your relationship with the Prescott Family?"
"I am the adopted daughter of the Prescott Family. The old Mr. Prescott is my grandfather."
"Adopted daughter?"
Jasmine’s meticulously drawn eyebrows slowly knitted together.
"I’ve never heard that the Prescott Family has an adopted daughter?"
"Because I’m not yet publicly known; if you don’t believe me, take the phone in my pocket and check my contacts. You will find all the Prescott Family members’ contact information there."
Jasmine hesitated for a moment, considering whether to check Ashley Shaw’s contacts, when suddenly her subordinate said, "Miss Jacobs, don’t talk with her anymore, this little chick is just a delivery girl, how could she be connected to the Prescott Family? She must be pulling your leg."
"Why would I fool you? Such a lie would easily be exposed; why would I tell such a lie?"
The subordinate sneered and said, "Because you’re just a delivery girl, and delivery girls have GPS tracking on them. You’re trying to stall for time so that someone from your store realizes something’s wrong and comes for you."
"It’s not like that..."
"Ms. Jacobs, don’t let her deceive you; you should act quickly! Our guys over there are already dealing with Damon Crawford, and you need to handle the aftermath once he’s dead."
Jasmine nodded, tightly gripped the dagger, and was about to slash it towards Ashley Shaw’s face —
"No!!"
Ashley Shaw turned her face to avoid Jasmine Jacobs’s dagger.
"Everything I’ve said is true; I really am the adopted daughter of the Prescott Family!"
"Stop pretending! If the Prescott Family had an adopted daughter, how could I not know?! You better behave, or I’ll accidentally scar your entire face!"
Jasmine had a personal principle.
She said she would only scar half of Ashley Shaw’s face and wouldn’t scar the entire face unless Ashley didn’t cooperate.
After Jasmine spoke, she grabbed Ashley Shaw’s chin with her left hand and was about to act when a commotion of footsteps sounded from the end of the corridor.
Everyone instinctively looked in the direction the sound came from.
They saw a tall and upright figure appear at the end of the corridor, followed by five boys wearing identical uniforms.
The logo on the boys’ clothes indicated they were from a certain professional esports player club.
Ashley Shaw also looked towards the sound.
But her focus was entirely on the leading dark figure.
The man was in a black casual outfit that didn’t reveal its brand, with an expensive watch on his wrist, clearly indicating nobility at a glance.
He walked against the light, his tall figure casting a long shadow on the corridor’s floor, extending right to Ashley’s feet.
Ashley’s eyes instantly brightened.
Isn’t that Warren Prescott?
It’s just like the thief meeting their chaser—what timing.
Jasmine also recognized Warren Prescott.
Her mind immediately flashed to Ashley Shaw’s claim of being with the Prescott Family.
Right after Ashley mentioned the Prescott Family, Warren Prescott appeared, this coincidence made Jasmine suspect she might indeed have encountered the adopted daughter of the Prescott Family.
"Warren, they..."
The boys behind Warren were about to speak when Warren stopped them with a glance.
The boys instantly went silent.
"Stay here."
After saying this, Warren stepped towards Ashley without diverting his gaze once, not even glancing at Ashley, focusing solely on Jasmine.
The boys were unsure whether to follow, looked at each other, but ultimately stayed put as per Warren’s glance.
They were there for Warren, doing whatever he instructed.
On Jasmine’s side, feeling Warren’s gaze constantly fixed on her, her nerves were chaotic.
Seeing Warren was just a meter away, she forced out a smile to greet him, "Young Master Prescott, long time no see."
Warren stopped half a meter from Jasmine and looked at her expressionlessly.
"What is Mrs. Crawford doing?"
Jasmine’s face froze slightly.
She hated being called Mrs. Crawford the most, as their family’s rise had nothing to do with the Crawford Family.
Of course, they did use the Crawford identity to clean their slate, but so what?
Damon Crawford was already a dead man now.
Yet, faced with Warren, Jasmine’s grip loosened due to his "Mrs. Crawford" address.
"Young Master Prescott, I’m dealing with a family matter."
She glanced at Ashley Shaw from the corner of her eye, seeing Ashley continuously staring at Warren, realized things might go awry.
But she forced calm as she said, "Besides, this little girl said she is your family’s adopted daughter? If true, today’s matter will be over, but if it’s false, no need for you to act; I’ll discipline her for you."
"Adopted daughter?"
Only then did Warren lift his gaze to Ashley Shaw.
Ashley wasn’t sure what Warren was planning.
Initially, seeing Warren had relieved her.
But now it seemed Warren wasn’t planning to rescue her?
Just hearing him scrutinize her for two seconds, Warren suddenly smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes.
"We, Prescott Family, currently have no adopted daughter."
Ashley’s expression froze, quickly understanding Warren’s intent.
She had given Claudia Jennings the document ending her adoption agreement, and Claudia swiftly handled the civil affairs registry.
Thus, she was no longer the adopted daughter of the Prescott Family, and the Prescott Family indeed had no adopted daughter.
Therefore, Warren had no reason to save her now; they were unrelated.
It was her wishful thinking—overthinking.
Perhaps she was destined to go through this calamity in this life, but she consoled herself that she didn’t care much about appearances.
If her face got ruined, she would still live well; she’d just worry about explaining to Ariana and Ms. Grant.
Ashley’s eyes dimmed.
Yet Jasmine’s eyes brightened immediately.
"So, this girl indeed isn’t your sister?"
"Of course... she isn’t."
As Jasmine exhaled in relief, her disdain for Ashley grew.
Originally intending to teach the girl a small lesson, she dared deceive—seeking death!
"This little bitch sure is deceiving me! Young Master Prescott, attend to your matters; I’ll discipline her here. Dare impersonate your sister? I won’t let her off; you can leave assured."
However, just as Jasmine finished speaking, she felt the surrounding air seemingly drop by several degrees.
She instinctively looked at Warren and saw Warren unexpectedly retract his smile.
"Little bitch?"
"Y-yes... she’s an imposter... ah!!!"
Before finishing, Warren’s foot kicked into her stomach.