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

As for Elliot, I had made myself pretty clear when he visited the Moore Residence last time. I assumed a seasoned investor like him wouldn’t shoot himself in the foot.

“Enough about me. It’s Monday morning. Instead of slaving away in your own office, you’re here to bug me. What’s going on?” I tried to change the topic.

“Don’t you remind me.” Finally tossing the magazine away, Emery sighed. “It’s Hunter. He’s been following me everywhere and pestering me to reconcile with him. It’s so annoying!”

“You can’t hide from him forever. Maybe it’s time to consider applying for a restraining order, given the harassment he’s causing you. You two are already divorced, there’s no need to hold back.” Emery had her fair share of pain and grief from this marriage. She deserved to have a better life, not being entangled in this mess from her past.

“Forget about him, I’ll deal with it later,” she said while shaking her head as her attention shifted elsewhere in the next moment. “By the way, I’ve taken over The Jade. Some fresh seafood has arrived from overseas yesterday. Will you be my guest?”

“Of course!” I agreed readily, and we left my office in tandem.

made up the mutation of the poisoned cells in my body to make his story more believable, they changed my treatment plan and made me stick to a strict diet regimen at the Stovall

soon as we arrived at the restaurant, Emery asked for their most prestigious

Moore. The room

almost as exclusive as a five-star hotel’s presidential suite. Guests who could afford such a room that came with an

two of us having a meal. There’s no need for such extravagance. Let’s just go to any

brief moment and finally nodded in assent. “Alright then. But I want you to bring us your best wine available. We’re here to celebrate my venture into a new business. Lead

the manager said politely while leading us down a long corridor to the

the restaurant, I was still in awe looking at all the opulent private rooms that lined up on both sides of the corridor. A few familiar faces could be spotted along the way when the waiters flitted

corridor. The manager stopped at the room right across and said to us, “We’re here. Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable

can leave us to attend to the VVIPs next door. Just get another waiter to serve our table,”