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

Just as I spoke, Thora’s expression darkened. Her earlier smile dissipated as she scrutinized me in surprise. Meeting her gaze confidently, I put on an innocent look. Given what everyone had just heard, their impression of me was that I was a fool that only relied on family connections.

Nevertheless, I was a fool that could elicit jealousy from many others.

Within this city, there was no one else that could shamelessly claim to enjoy the protection of one’s family despite having nothing to contribute.

Within all the prominent families, their children had to either be exceptionally capable or extremely attractive. All of them had to work in their families’ interest to enjoy the equivalent amount of protection. If one was born without any talent, one had to be extra careful not to bring any trouble to the family, or else one would be kicked out.

As for me, by admitting my incompetence in the face of a powerful career woman, I was indirectly flaunting the unconditional love that I enjoyed. It was something I already had but everything that Thora craved. Hence, there was nothing more painful for her than this.

That being said, this was her own doing. After all, she was the one that started it and I was just returning the favor, albeit with the intensity of a hundredfold.

With impeccable timing, Brooklyn rubbed salt in her wounds. “Ms. Ziegler, Ms. Stovall doesn’t understand the situation, so let me explain it to you. Ever since the law firm began its operations, we have received a lot of work from both the Stovall and Moore families. Therefore, most of our top lawyers are bogged down with work. Hence, if you don’t mind, I can get one of my assistants to help you. What do you think about that?”

suggest assigning an assistant lawyer to

all. Instead, she had been badly beaten down. Nevertheless, she managed to remain calm despite the rage burning

her and raised his hand to throw a glass

instantly, Brooklyn stepped forward to shield

when the man raised his glass halfway, a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed his wrist. With a forceful twist, the man collapsed onto his knees and

its support, the wine glass that was heading in my direction fell onto the ground instead. Upon impact, its contents spilled in every direction. Unable to evade in time, Thora’s pure white dress was now stained with

Ashton’s threatening voice

“How dare you!”

he spoke, Ashton shoved the man’s hand aside and kicked him to the

that they weren’t tall enough, hence I didn’t