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.”

lights turned green, and the car started moving again, going at a significantly

snuck a glance at him. His expression remained indifferent, but I could sense a hint of nervous energy radiating off

all. Stopping the car at the entrance, Ashton did not even bother removing the car keys from the ignition but hopped off the car at once and entered the club with

her assistant came out to greet her at once. “Welcome back, Ms.

him and went straight

his first visit to the place, but the assistant recognized who he was in

men find trouble here just

to his senses and flashed her a grin. “Only Lucas and a few of his guys dropped by earlier.

mafia and carried fierce vibes. Their mere presence was terrifying, and the employees were always nervous around them.

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

came to deliver our wine. Did the manager not report this to you?” The assistant was visibly surprised. He swiveled backward and yelled for the manager, “Ms. York? Are you there?” He turned back, puzzled. “That’s strange. She was just here a

all sensed

she sounded exceedingly displeased when she spoke

usually pleasant and agreeable, Summer rarely ever showed others this powerful and authoritative side of herself.