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

We were caught in a traffic jam when we were just a street away from the club due to the evening peak hours.

I watched glumly as the numbers on the countdown indicator of the traffic light ticked down at a snail’s pace. Feeling restless, I decided to roll down the windows and gazed at the moving traffic on the opposite street instead.

Suddenly, I spotted Lucas’ face through the window of a black BMW whizzing along in the traffic. I instinctively followed the car with my gaze until it reached the end of the road and disappeared around the corner.

I was not sure if it was an illusion, but I somehow felt as if I had seen the woman who was in the car with him before.

“What’s wrong?” asked Ashton, sensing that something was up with me.

“I think I just spotted Lucas.” I pointed to the left. “He just went that way. I think he’s just been to the club.”

“I see,” Ashton responded shortly. With a slight glance toward the back seat, he asked, “Is everything okay at the club?”

Nodding, Summer gazed back at him innocently. Then, as if struck by a thought, she hurriedly took out her phone and checked through her messages to make sure she had not missed anything. Only then did she answer, “Yes, there were only a few trivial matters, all of which I’d dealt with before boarding the plane.”

merely responded with a nod and asked no further questions. Just then, the lights turned green, and the car started moving again, going

glance at him. His expression remained indifferent, but I could sense a hint of

club in no time at all. Stopping the car at the entrance, Ashton did not even bother removing the car keys from the ignition but hopped off the car

back, her assistant came out to greet her at

straight in, his expression cold

to the place, but the assistant recognized who he was in an instant

trouble here just now?” Summer interrupted

flashed her a grin. “Only Lucas and a few of his guys dropped by earlier. Otherwise, there hasn’t been a single black guy in this

fierce vibes. Their mere presence was terrifying, and the

Summer caught the most crucial point of the assistant’s statement. She halted her footsteps, asking sternly, “What

yelled for the manager, “Ms. York? Are you there?” He turned back, puzzled. “That’s strange. She was just here a moment ago. I wonder

all sensed that something

darkened instantly, and she sounded exceedingly displeased

others this powerful and authoritative side of