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

Chapter 339

I wasn’t paying attention to her. “Hey, could you help me take a few pictures?”

“Huh? What do you suddenly need pictures for?”

“Help me get a nice shot of the three of them, thanks!”

I had a sneaking suspicion that Mr. Harrison’s friend was Jackson, and the baby was Macy’s kid.

Stacey gave me her word before hanging up the phone, I gave a call to Macy, but no one picked ир.

After thinking for a while, I decided to call Nick instead. To my surprise, the call went through. “Ms. Stovall, my dear, how did you suddenly think of contacting me?”

“Mr. Harrison, are you in J City right now? One of my friends has gotten into a spot of trouble over there. Could you help me sort it out?”

There was a pause on the other side of the phone. Nick replied warily, “I’m in M Country right now. Is it very urgent? I’ll get my men in J City to go over instead.”

“Oh, it’s alright then. I’ll give my other friends a call. I’ll hang up now! Let’s catch up another time.” Why was Nick lying to me?

Stacey’s text message came very quickly. The picture she sent was taken in a building in J City’s city center. Nick was wearing a brown coat, with both his hands stuck in its pockets. He looked both dashing and very bored. The image was a little blurry, but that was Nick in the picture there was no doubt about that.

Jackson was standing right next to him, wearing a dark-colored sweater and a casual pair of shorts. Both of them were pushing a pram about. The entire picture was so strange that it was bound to draw some attention from passers-by.

I gave Stacey another call. She was probably on her phone again, because she picked up instantly this time.

you help me find out where they’re living? Pay special attention to the man and baby who are with Nick. Also,

and it wouldn’t be good for the

would probably give in and contact me eventually. In fact, according to my calculations, she should’ve called me to ask

been some time, and Macy still hadn’t contacted

gave her a call,

I hung up

that something bad was going

for myself that John was extraordinarily efficient at his job. Just

fitting! Do you want me to send

head, climbing up from my bed as I did so. Still feeling rather sleepy, I replied blearily, “It’s alright, I’ll drive there. Can you

it off to me. Rather sternly, he said, “Don’t take

“Okay!”

have quite

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might be hungry on the way there, Mrs. Eriksen stuffed a few chocolate buns

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back in J City. After Jackson sent it to the

me a Cayenne. However, I couldn’t get used to driving it—the bottom of the car was too

in a place like K City, which was flooded with all sorts of luxury cars, even an expensive car like the

to go down to Joy Luck Boutique straight-away. When I drove past a pastry shop in front of the city center, however,

front of the pastry shop. After my miscarriage, Marcus had brought me here to cheer me up. The pastry shop was very popular- dozens of people queued up to