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

The man in the video’s thumbnail image was none other than Joseph, whom I had parted ways with a short time ago. However, he seemed to be in a bad way with his eyes sunken and dark eye bags below them, a world of difference from the strong man in my memories.

Trembling, I tapped on the first voice message, and the others played sequentially.

“Come over and help me figure out how to deal with this. I found him in the alley behind The Jade. There are no other wounds on him apart from a few prick marks. He has probably been injected with a high dosage of drugs, and the other party is determined to have him addicted at a single go. They’re really ruthless.”

And so it went.

A buzzing started in my mind. So, Ashton still didn’t protect him in the end?

I rushed over to The Jade, only to see Emery waiting anxiously at the door. From the looks of it, she had been waiting for quite some time.

While leading me in, she murmured, “This way. I have someone watching over him.”

“Are you sure it’s drugs?” I asked softly, harboring a final shred of hope within me. Like Ashton, Joseph was an outstanding man, so he shouldn’t be tainted with such a nasty substance.

“In all likelihood, it is.” Emery sighed regretfully, saying nothing further.

tall and burly bodyguards were keeping guard outside the room door on the right, one on either side. Their indifferent expressions made it

at the door

been normal,” the

nodded. “Okay. Open

a key and unfastened the safety lock hanging on the door

walked in, the huge

exchanged a glance, reckoning that Joseph

said that, I pushed open the bathroom door but still saw no one there. However, the exhaust fan on the ceiling had been pried open, and the hole was just the perfect size

day that he had already taken

hightail it

distance between the exhaust fan and the floor. Although there was a chair to boost him up, it would’ve certainly taken quite

of sorrow flooded me as I recalled his restrained voice on the phone earlier.

could he possibly tolerate showing others the most pathetic side of him? Even as a bystander, I feel as though it has never happened when I didn’t behold it with my own eyes, what’s more

 If he has been

thought of that, I quickly phoned the company secretary and asked for Joseph’s address. No matter what, I had to go and take a look at things personally