Chapter 708

“She's like a female boss!” whispered Jonathan only after they had gone into the elevator.

Greg responded with indifference, “She is the female boss.”

At night, the heavy rain continued to fall with no end in sight, as if there were holes in the sky.

Ashlyn was seated in front of the computer and editing the script.

She gave the female lead a completely different character and proceeded with the changes.

By the time she was done with the editing, it was already four in the morning.

She let out a long exhalation and stretched herself before standing up.

She had no idea that at that moment, a man dressed in black was rummaging through the trash bin at 66 Anchor Street and retrieved the rhinestone necklace.

When the lightning flashed across the sky, it lit up his face. It was a face that Ashlyn was familiar with.

The man opened up the jewelry pouch with care. When he saw the necklace, a look of nostalgia flashed across that handsome face of his.

It's really the same necklace!

“This sincere love of yours is truly touching. It's a pity she doesn't know about it.”

Suddenly, a deep magnetic voice rang out behind him.

with a vicious look that was

white with a black umbrella appeared. The contrast

Jonathan only



the necklace, tightened his grip unconsciously. “Were you stalking

is foolish and pointless, so I felt the need to remind you.”

you trying to

Then again, it's a little too late even if you want to.” The man in white

dressed in black showed up behind him.

Silvermoon, what have I done

that not a betrayal on your part? Is falling in love with her not another act of

eyes of the man in white were as cold

As for the

much stronger than what I feel for her. Back when she was being humiliated, who was the one who flew into a fit of rage?” The Chef sneered and retreated as he saw

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Boom!

bomb blew up

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