When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Chapter 822

“Oh, I’m not a fast typist,” I replied, startled.

“That’s fine. I’ll dictate, and you type,” Ashton said impatiently as he stood up for me to take his seat.

He pulled me to his chair before I could protest. “Fuller Corporation and its subsidiaries…” Ashton began his narration.

After a few paragraphs, I couldn’t take it any longer. “These are your work documents, so it’s not appropriate for me to be looking at inside information of the company.”

“My arm is injured,” he said stubbornly.

I didn’t know what to say to that, so the only thing I could do was what he wanted.

Rebecca stood at the corner of the room, her exquisite face looking pale.

After a continuous couple of days of frantic activity for the Lavelian Village project, we finally had the chance to take a break.

To our surprise, Harvest Festival was almost upon us. Back in the city, I racked my brain for a way to apply for a leave from Armond for a trip back to K City.

I had been on the phone with Summer every night for the past couple of days. She told me that she missed me, and my eyes welled up with tears every time I heard that.

a discussion regarding the next phase of the Lavelian Village project. Since I had nothing to do,

Rebecca’s phone call was unexpected. “Scarlett, do you have a

rejected her outright. “I’m sorry, Ms. Larson. Now is not a good time. You can say what it is you need over

nothing important,” she laughed lightly. “It’s just that I have heard you had a near-death experience in a freezer,

How did she know about

for your concern,

pity that you’re busy at the moment, Ms. Stovall,” said Rebecca. “I was thinking of talking

follow up with him. And now Rebecca called me out of the blue to discuss this. Does this have anything to do with her? Or

you mean?” I

someone to do a little digging on my own and

the venue,” I said and headed straight to the bedroom

to and hung

Rebecca was already seated when I arrived and was admiring the scene outside the

eyes and took another sip of her coffee. “It tasted its best when it was bitter. It’s not

not enjoy anything bitter whether it

ordered a glass of juice for myself. Rebecca remained silent the entire time. “Ms. Larson, are we here for

not!” she

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