"What are you doing?" In the elevator, Tyson glanced at Jerome, "If you want to go, go yourself, why do you have to drag me?"

Too resentful of Tyson, Jerome felt a little uncomfortable in his heart: "Hey Tyson, if you don't like it, don't think bad about good people. I pulled you away because I wanted it to be good for you."


Was he sick or something to say those words right in front of Milan? Don't those words mean that Milan has feelings for Ashley?

Is there something wrong with his mind? 

Milan and Ashley.


The problem between these two people is not a small matter but Gina's life.

Doesn't he know how much Milan hates Ashley? He told her to take her to jail and immediately took her to jail. Look at Ashley now, is she still as arrogant as she was three years ago?


That year Ashley was an arrogant red rose, especially with a confident, arrogant personality, she was arrogant, and no one in the city didn't knew. Ashley at that time had a unique demeanor.

To tell the truth with conscience, even if Gina has a reputation like Milan, even if Gina has Milan's protection, in front of Ashley, she is still not as good as Ashley's temperament.

But look again, the person lying on the bed today, is she Ashley? When you saw her, were you surprised?

When transforming someone into this form, will Milan have feelings for her?

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Paradise Club, 28th floor.

Milan stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the woman... Secret?

 This woman's secret... What is it?

Why did Tyson know and he didn't?

Milan picked up the phone and called his subordinate.

"Boss." On the phone, Christian's respectful voice rang out.

"Help me…"

Milan just said.

On the small bed, a delirious voice rang out:

'Lorne, don't go."

The man was talking on the phone, and the hand holding the phone suddenly clenched.

'Lorne, let's go there together, let's go together…"

His deep black eyes suddenly shrank.

Christian's voice still comes from the cell phone, "Boss?"

Next to the small bed, the man's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, a pair of downcast eyes looked straight at the woman, his cold voice without any emotion said to the person on the phone: "Nothing." He then cut off the phone conversation.

He threw his cell phone aside, and his thin body suddenly bent down.

His arms reached out strongly towards her.

Grasp the chin of the woman on the bed.

During the nightmare, Ashley suddenly felt pain, the pain pulled her from the nightmare back to reality. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a handsome face right in front of her, not knowing what was going on.

That voice was a nightmare she could never escape, and screamed fiercely:

'Open your eyes and see clearly. Who am I?"

The blue veins on Milan's forehead were visible.

Have they been this intimate?

Since when did she seduce Lorne?

'It hurts so much." Ashley frowned.

"Hurt?" The voice was as cold as ice, accompanied by infinite anger, and suddenly laughed coldly: "Hurt? Ashley, believe me, I can hurt you even more."

'Look clearly. You're lying on my bed, but in your mouth, you're calling someone else's name. Lorne? Are you and him that intimate already?"

Ashley's face turned white.

Why does he know Lorne?

Her heart felt like it was being pulled to the point of paralysis... Lorne, that was a secret deep in her heart that she didn't want anyone to know.

That's her debt.

Debt cannot be paid.

Her worried expression, in Milan's eyes, turned to a different meaning. He became even angrier. A strange anger filled his heart. He didn't know why it was getting bigger and bigger.

'Ashley, calm down a bit. Remember who you are."

The blood on Ashley's face immediately receded.

Milan never scolded her, he never said any humiliating words, but these words compared to humiliating words, made her even more speechless.

He is reminding her that today she is just a person who has been in prison.

For him, that love now only leaves fear.

Milan's eyes drooped, his eyes were obscured by his eyelashes, as well as a membrane blocking all the outside world, like a door sealing her off… Milan, I know, but I'm just a prisoner number 926.

"Mr. Milan, I'm sorry.

The woman said very slowly: "Mr. Milan, I still remember, I am prisoner number 926, I am nothing."

She doesn't need his pity, she doesn't need his understanding, even though she doesn't know what she did wrong, she still says:

"Mr. Milan, if I do anything wrong, you can punish me however you want. I just beg you to let me leave Club Paradise alive."

He still hated her from beginning to end.

If possible, she must live, she wants to be free, she wants... to leave.

Slowly, she gently pushed away the hand that was squeezing her chin, leaned on the edge of the bed, and went down. Under the man's eyes, she knelt, her dignity... was gone.

The sound of knees hitting the ground.

"Mr. Milan, I will transfer 500 thousand to that card without missing a penny. I will try to work, please trust me. Give me a moment."

500 thousand, this man-made thing difficult, humiliated and took revenge on her... If that could make him feel a little better, could make his anger subside, then she could do it.

500 thousand dollars in exchange for her freedom.

The unexplained anger in Milan's heart grew more and more.

Even he didn't notice, his eyes looking at Ashley were mixed with complexity and pain.

What a woman coward, a pitiful bug, vile, poor… When did words like this appear on this woman?

Kneel.

Kneel.

This damn kneeling style.

'Your knee, is it worth that much?"

Ashley's eyes widened. She didn't dare blink. She was afraid that if she blinked a little, her eyes would turn sour. She was afraid that if she blinked just a little, tears would fall.