Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Clairvoyance?
The pack of cigarettes in his hand was given to him by Ashley Shaw.
He’s been carrying it with him, but hasn’t smoked a single one.
However, ever since then, he’s subconsciously started buying the same brand, which indeed suits his taste.
He’s not sure whether to say it’s a coincidence, or that Ashley Shaw knows him too well, or... that Ashley Shaw has some kind of foresight?
Could she have foreseen that he would eventually love this brand, and that Mark would become his assistant?
But that’s too fantastical, unscientific, and impossible.
He thinks he might be a bit obsessed, as a simple word or action from Ashley Shaw makes him ponder deeply and repeatedly chew over every word she says.
The car has already entered the main road.
Assistant Lowell asked, "Mr. Prescott Jr., should I take you straight home?"
"Hmm..."
Warren Prescott pinched the bridge of his nose to stop himself from overthinking.
On the other side, Ariana Grant also returned with a drink.
Coincidentally, she just happened to bump into Warren Prescott’s car as she took a photo and saw Warren Prescott sitting inside by the streetlight.
Back home, Ariana Grant immediately said, "Ashley, guess who I bumped into when I went to the west gate to buy a drink?"
Ashley Shaw was cooking.
There were still a lot of dishes left from the last gathering at home, so she took them out, washed them, and started frying.
Upon hearing Ariana Grant’s words, she didn’t even lift her head and said, "Warren Prescott?"
Ariana Grant’s eyes widened instantly.
"No... are you a fortune teller or something?"
But as soon as she said that, she suddenly realized something and quickly asked, "Was that person just now sent by Warren Prescott?"
"Yeah."
Ariana Grant immediately became cautious.
"Why did he send someone over? He didn’t bully you, right? I mean, you knew it was someone sent by Warren Prescott, so why did you send me away? What if they joined forces to bully you, how would you handle them alone?"
Ashley Shaw laughed and said, "You could handle those two men if you were here?"
"At least I could shout and let all the neighbors hear."
Ashley Shaw’s smile deepened on her face.
"Don’t worry, they’re not here to cause trouble, they’re here to deliver money."
"Deliver money?"
"Yes. Rosalind Lynch brought over five million and entrusted him to give it to me as an apology."
Ariana Grant’s eyes widened in disbelief.
"How, how, how much?" She got so excited that even her accent came out.
Ashley Shaw calmly repeated, "Five million."
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! These rich people really don’t treat money as a..."
"I’ll treat you to a big meal after work tomorrow."
"Absolutely! If you don’t treat me to a big meal, we’re done. By the way, where’s the money? I’ve never seen so much money, let me take a look."
"On the coffee table, see for yourself."
Ashley Shaw finished frying the green beans in the pot, casually added a bit of oil, and started another stir-fry with garlic, ginger, and scallion.
Her actions were so skilful, it was like she was born to do it.
Ariana Grant was already used to it. She quickly dashed to the coffee table, only to find a check instead of the cash mountain she imagined, and her excitement instantly dissipated by half.
She picked up the check and studied it for a long time.
"This thing can be exchanged for five million? Why not bring cash directly?"
Just as Ashley Shaw brought out the green beans, she couldn’t help but laugh at those words and said, "If you want to see how much five million in cash is, I’ll withdraw it tomorrow and then deposit it back."
"No, no, no, holding that much money is too dangerous! Better deposit it in the card directly."
Ariana Grant said that, and with an exclamation, hugged Ashley Shaw around the waist.
"Ashley, I’ll cling to your leg from now on! By the way, you’re not going to refuse the money, are you?"
Ashley Shaw’s expression didn’t change: "I’m not a saint; why would I refuse money?"
Ariana Grant agreed with a nod: "Exactly, exactly, we might not bow for five measures of rice, but we definitely bow for five million. I hereby announce, what Rosalind Lynch did is now past for me."
Ashley Shaw chuckled and said, "Then you should stop following their news in the future. I’m going to use the restroom, keep an eye on the last dish in the pan, you can serve it once the sauce thickens."
"Got it!"
Ariana Grant happily went to work.
Ashley Shaw picked up her phone from the coffee table and sent out a message from the bathroom.
On the other side, Warren Prescott was dozing in the car when his phone notification suddenly sounded.
He lazily picked up the phone and glanced at it. Seeing the message from "Ashley", he immediately sat up straight and read it carefully.
Ashley: [Send me your bank account number.]
Prescott: [What do you need my bank account number for?]
Prescott: [Smile.jpg]
Ashley: [Just send it to me before tomorrow.]
Warren Prescott was puzzled, but seeing that Ashley Shaw didn’t seem inclined to explain, he simply sent his account number over.
Ashley: [Received.]
Warren Prescott: "..." Why does he feel like a boss talking to a subordinate?
In the blink of an eye, it was the next day.
Rosalind Lynch’s apology letter went straight to the trending topics.
The comments were full of "like father, like son", with some people trying hard to dig up who the victim was, able to make Rosalind Lynch issue such an apology letter during the peak of Lynch Group’s scrutiny.
"What is The Eldest Miss Lynch jealous about, and who is she competing against?"
"The victim must also have a background, I’m so curious to know who it is."
"Internet sleuths, in three minutes, bring me all the information on the other party!"
Ariana Grant was excitedly holding her phone, ready to tell Ashley Shaw that everyone was digging into who she was. But thinking of those five million, she restrained her impulse and went to heat up some traditional medicine.
Today, Ashley Shaw didn’t have breakfast at home. She directly took the check to the bank and cashed in the five million.
Looking at the sudden long series of numbers in her account, Ashley Shaw couldn’t help but marvel at the wonders of fate.
Yesterday she was still worried, having transferred all her money to a former colleague at the convenience store, leaving only the one thousand Cillian Xavier had transferred to her, and today she suddenly had a million-worth fortune.
Ashley Shaw declined the bank manager’s invitation to become a private client and stepped out of the bank.
The weather was really nice today; she reached up to touch her forehead, and the swollen area had already reduced, only feeling it when pressed hard.
Her injury turned out to be quite valuable.
Ashley Shaw laughed at herself and then, with her head down, used the just-activated online banking service to transfer two and a half million to the account Warren Prescott sent her yesterday.
She specifically asked the bank to raise her online banking transfer limit, and the bank, thinking she was a big client, naturally obliged.
Once her phone displayed that the transfer was successful, Ashley Shaw decided to splurge a little today and hailed a taxi to the shop.
In the car, she received a question mark from Warren Prescott.
Prescott: [?]
Ashley: [Thank you for your help, you deserve half of it, please make sure to accept it.]
Every word exuded a sense of alienation, even more than before.
On the other end, Warren Prescott wished he could return to the times when Ashley Shaw wouldn’t give him a good look.
Her polite detachment like this made him feel even more uncomfortable.