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

I came to realize that listening to the assistant’s verbal report was more frustrating than I had expected, as his speech somehow never seemed to be going anywhere. It was no wonder that he had never been promoted to a higher position despite working with us ever since Wenville.

Fortunately, Summer was skillful in grasping the main point. “Where’s the wine now?”

“It’s in the wine cellar,” the assistant answered calmly as he stepped aside, allowing us to pass through to the basement.

Before Summer could even take a step, however, police sirens suddenly blared from outside.

In a moment, police cars flashing red and blue lights stopped at the club’s entrance, and a few uniformed police officers came out of them, making straight for us.

The police officer in lead flashed his badge and search warrant in front of us. His ID showed that his name was Horace Wicke. “This club is suspected of illegal trading and smuggling. We’ll need to do a full search of the place. Who’s the person in charge here?”

I immediately stepped forward, blocking Summer. “I am.”

In that instant, Macy’s disheartened voice suddenly echoed in my mind. It was hard to believe that after so many years, the same situation was repeating but on Summer this time.

one possible

not changed a bit and had no other tricks

in the club was expensive and worth an astronomical amount, considering the large bulk in store. They far surpassed the cost of the drugs planted on Macy back then. If the police caught us with those illegal wines, Summer, as the legal owner of the club, was bound to

me a once-over and went on coolly, “Please cooperate

stopped at the roadside outside the club. The next thing

from entering, and a

what comments do you have

age to break a federal law! Is it because she was raised abroad that she turned out so bold

choose to start your business in the entertainment industry because the pleasure-seeking nature of the industry appeals to

sentence Mr. Fuller’s daughter is

The questions were endless.

their microphones and cameras at us madly, condemning Summer in the name of justice without knowing that they were, in fact,

I shouted, losing control. “What do you even know about my daughter? Who are you

terrified after my outburst, but there were still a