Chapter 38: Chapter 38: He Must Be Crazy
He must be crazy, Warren Prescott thought.
He must be crazy to have such an impulse.
An inexplicable frustration and panic surged in Warren Prescott’s heart because of the thought he just had.
But he couldn’t understand why he was panicking.
At the same time, Rosalind Lynch, who was surrounded and flattered like the moon among the stars, also heard the name "Ashley Shaw."
Rosalind Lynch wore an evening gown, looking especially noble and beautiful.
Yet the cold curve at the corner of her lips betrayed her inner feelings.
Finally, she came.
Following a friend’s advice, she invited Ashley Shaw under the pretext of a party, just to let Warren Prescott see the gap between her and Ashley Shaw with his own eyes.
Compared to her, Ashley Shaw was as different as clouds and mud, one in the sky, the other in the mire.
Bringing so many cakes over, Ashley Shaw must be in a very sorry state, right?
She slowly turned around, looking mockingly towards the door.
In the next moment, she saw a girl dressed in a red dress, extremely dazzling and eye-catching, standing there expressionlessly.
The girl’s brows and eyes were delicate, having removed those rustic black-rimmed glasses, her eyes appeared particularly clear and spirited.
Her naturally fine features seemed like God meticulously crafted artwork, exuding a subtle indifference that kept people at a distance.
Her long swan neck coupled with the haute couture dress made it seem as if she was surrounded by stardust.
Even though she was holding dozens of small cakes in her hands, clearly here to work, she did not appear inferior to the meticulously dressed female guests.
Especially the small red mole under her eye, like it was deliberately drawn, added a touch of allure to her indifferent face.
Pure yet enchanting.
Beautiful yet unaware.
Such beauty was dangerously alluring.
Rosalind Lynch could hardly believe her eyes.
"How can Ashley Shaw..."
How could that person be Ashley Shaw!
Wasn’t she supposed to appear before them looking disheveled and humble?
Rosalind Lynch instinctively glanced nervously towards Warren Prescott not far away.
She saw Warren Prescott’s black eyes fixed firmly on Ashley Shaw.
The radiance shining from those eyes instantly threw Rosalind Lynch into panic.
No, it shouldn’t be like this.
Ashley Shaw should make a sorry appearance, Warren Prescott should be utterly disdainful, that’s how it should be!
At this time, those socialites surrounding her began to chatter about Ashley Shaw.
"Huh? When did such a stunning beauty appear in our circle?"
"I don’t know, don’t recognize her, but she is indeed quite attractive."
"Tsk, I wonder how many men will inquire about her today."
"Although she’s wearing haute couture, it’s not as expensive as what Rosalind’s wearing. However, it seems like Rosalind’s limelight has been overshadowed."
The crowd expressed envy, jealousy, and some were merely entertained by the spectacle.
Although they spoke softly, Rosalind Lynch still heard them clearly.
She bit her lower lip tightly, clenching her fists firmly.
Damn Ashley Shaw!
She narrowed her eyes, casting a glance at the two men behind Ashley Shaw.
The two men understood Rosalind Lynch’s message and one of them stepped forward, pointing in a direction for Ashley Shaw.
"Put it over there."
Ashley Shaw responded with a "hmph," nodded slightly to the classmate who called her, and carried the cakes towards the direction the man indicated.
There was a long table covered with a luxurious tablecloth there.
Ashley Shaw planned to just put the cakes down and leave, but as she was approaching the table, her view was blocked by the pile of cakes in her hands, and she didn’t notice a tile sticking out, tripping her and causing her to lose balance and fall forward.
"Be careful!"
"Be careful!"
Several voices of surprise erupted from different directions simultaneously.
Then people rushed over from the directions that had just shouted.
But it was too late.
Ashley Shaw fell flat on her face.
However, in the midst of misfortune, she was somewhat lucky—her forehead hit the small cakes first. Although her forehead and hair were smeared with quite a bit of cream, making her look very messy, the small cakes provided some cushioning so she didn’t feel much pain.
It’s just a pity for these cakes.
Each of these cakes was individually crafted by the people at the shop.
Ashley Shaw tried to stand up by supporting herself on the ground, only to discover four people had appeared beside her at some point.
Each of them extended a hand towards her simultaneously.
Following the hands with her gaze, she realized that the assistant manager had come over at some unknown time.
Besides the assistant manager, there were also Warren Prescott, Cillian Xavier, and Owen Sinclair.
Owen Sinclair was invited to attend the party, as Lynch Group is a high-tech company with its core business in electronic technology products, simply put, in manufacturing phones.
He had just endorsed a newly released smartphone of Lynch Group not long ago and didn’t expect to see Ashley Shaw here.
The little girl looked entirely different from her plain appearance last time, yet more familiar to him than that time.
She looked so much like... "that person."
But he had already confirmed from Ashley Shaw’s mouth that her mother wasn’t the same "that person" in his mind.
Even so, he couldn’t help but feel some inexplicable closeness to her.
So when he saw Ashley Shaw fall, Owen Sinclair unhesitatingly put down his champagne and rushed over to her.
Everyone witnessing this scene was dumbfounded.
No matter if it was Warren Prescott or Owen Sinclair or Cillian Xavier, each one of them was like a trump card.
But all of them rushed towards the same person at the same time, extending their hands to her.
Just who was this girl?
Could it be she was more than just someone delivering cakes?
Yet if she had an unusual background, why would she be doing delivery work?
On the other side, Rosalind Lynch’s eyes were almost burning with rage.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to turn out, she orchestrated this scene to achieve the opposite effect.
Furious, Rosalind Lynch trembled.
She instinctively moved to go over, but Chairman Lynch blocked her path.
"Dad..."
Chairman Lynch gave her a deep, warning glance.
Guiltily dropping her head, Rosalind Lynch bit her lip tightly.
In the midst of everyone’s varying thoughts, Ashley Shaw showed no hesitation as she pushed herself up from the ground.
She had reacted quickly earlier, bracing both hands against the ground, resulting in only a slight bump to her forehead and leaving her otherwise unscathed, not requiring anyone’s help to stand up.
Thus, she didn’t need to rely on anyone.
But after standing, Ashley Shaw still politely thanked the four people: "Thank you."
A hint of disappointment and self-mockery flitted through Warren Prescott’s eyes.
What was he thinking? That Ashley Shaw would take his hand?
Owen Sinclair, who was two rounds older than the others, placed his gaze on the protruding tile after asking if Ashley Shaw was hurt.
Ashley Shaw didn’t notice Owen Sinclair’s scrutiny, hurriedly wiping the cream off her forehead, and bowed to apologize to the two men who had brought her up.
"I’m really sorry, I’ll reimburse you for the damaged cakes."
The two men exchanged a glance, about to speak, but they noticed the intimidating gaze from Warren Prescott.