Chapter 263

Ashton sneered and pinched my cheek. “I hope you’re telling the truth.”

After Ashton departed, I planned to return to bed and take another nap before starting my day, but my phone on the nightstand had started buzzing.

I took a peek and noticed I have an incoming call from an anonymous number. The first call was hung up by the person on the other end because I had no intention to pick it up.

After several consecutive calls, I picked it up and heard a man’s hoarse voice the moment the call got through. “I’m at your doorstep!”

“John?” I was surprised.

“Are you trying to avoid me?” he replied, utterly irritated.

“N-No! I’m not in K City! Currently, I’m at J City!”

He got worked up all of a sudden and yelled, “Stop it! I’m currently at Peakville Estate! Are you going to open the door or not?”

I finally figured out the reason behind his frustration – it turned out he was right at my doorstep, yet I refused to pick up the call.

After I changed and headed downstairs, I noticed the maid had gotten the breakfast ready. I told her to get me another serving and pack it for me.

By the time I reached the entrance, I saw the Bugatti that was parked right in front of the gate. The driver of the eye-catching vehicle winded down the window and instructed, “Get in the car!”

As soon as I boarded the car, I caught a whiff of a pleasant scent. Perhaps it the air freshener that was applied to conceal the awful stench of tobacco.

John laid the seat flat and stared at me with his pale and haggard face while he took another whiff of smoke. “Why have you blacklisted my contact number?”

asked, “Huh? Since when have I done such

and asked, “Have you spent the night

and affirmed his thoughts while he scoffed, “Hmph! He must

Ashton was the one who had blacklisted John’s contact number? Though, why would Ashton

called

he called me at three o’clock

my mind. After all, no ordinary man

“Rebecca was rushed to the hospital last night, and I don’t

astonished by his statement and recalled the conversation Cameron had

his eyes and yawned as though he didn’t have enough sleep last night. “I have

Ella li = illi

“Which was…”

He queried with an odd expression that

seconds to grasp the things he was talking about. In the end, I stared at him with

take a seven to eight-month-old fetus to produce a custom-made voodoo doll. Coincidentally, her child is about

I should be grateful because you have gotten rid of her on my behalf. At least I don’t

his eyes and asked, “Where’s your phone? I want

reached for my phone, going through the contact list to search for John’s contact.

WhatsApp account on my

Ashton for his unbelievably childish

Ashton is the only person who will resort

session and handed over the set of breakfast I had brought along with me to

and tell you everything about Rebecca, but I ended up being frustrated for the entire night because I couldn’t

and tend to overthink

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