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

Ever since we had accepted each other, Ashton had only become more thick-skinned.

He deftly intercepted my missile and started twirling it between his fingers like a toy. The insouciant man did not appear to be threatened by me and continued in his roguish tone, “The contract only stated that we need give them first consideration, and not necessarily to work with them. If a better offer comes along and GW’s development ideals does not align with Fuller Corporation’s, we could easily cook up an excuse and blow them off with it. What’s there to be concerned about?”

“So you’re pulling a fast one on them?” I was quite astonished.

As the reality in business was ever changing, it would be necessary to be adaptive should one wish to take it by the reins. I had seen Ashton being swift and decisive, and also seen him lay low. Witnessing him throwing fits and playing punk with a large investment group was something new.

“Whoever said that the boss of a listed company couldn’t do that?” Ashton said as he carefully helped me up and led me outside, as though I had really conceived. “Don’t be fooled into thinking that GW are upstanding people just because they gave up three percent to us. The truth of the matter is, the shares of the company is a battleground for control. I could still manage if I let out fifteen percent. But if I were to relinquish another five, I’d be looking over my shoulder wondering when GW might knock me off my perch. I’m extremely cautious when it came to the stock numbers. Hence, GW’s the real hooligan here. By offering them my verbal assurances, I’ve already shown them ample respect.”

I found myself somewhat in agreement with him. The expression that Sean ultimately showed us was indeed no different from that of a thug. Sooner or later, we might likely find ourselves on

when Stella had started following behind. She took

since the issue with GW was

own. Even though my relationship with her had been decent before, neither of us tried to

a sense of guilt for rejecting her application for promotion previously, I do not

a woman’s intuition was kind of a scary thing. You would never know when it came and went, but once it showed up, it would lead you by the nose and would not let

happy camper through the rear-view mirror. She was a little down, probably because she just went from being a working professional to a nanny-like attendant. The abrupt change in mindset might take

Soon, we were home.