Except for drinking, someone like Ashley who has always complied with everything rebelled against Meadow, making Meadow extremely surprised.

'I'm fine, I'm fine."


'Your body is not good, the wound on your forehead has not healed yet."

'Meadow, if you feel sorry for me, then recommend me a job."

Because of this statement, Meadow felt even more heartbroken for the person in front of her.


Knowing clearly that Ashley had no bottom line, no face, and no heart, but had stubbornness in her bones, Meadow rubbed her eyebrows. "You go out first." It seemed like she was stopping Ashley but she figured this stupid woman would also think of every possible way to make money.

Five hundred thousand dollars, not that Meadow didn't have it, not that she couldn't give it to Ashley, but she knew, if her boss knew about this, her life was about to get harder.


Ashley left, Meadow glanced at the check on the table and, without hesitation transferred the money to the card Milan gave Ashley.

Of course, the banks are closed now, but people like them always have some connections and can handle some things that others can't.

Having finished speaking, Meadow immediately put the card in the safe.

---

In a conference room located on the 65th floor of a skyscraper, a man was sitting, his cell phone placed on the conference room table, vibrating. The man glanced at the screen and suddenly narrowed his eyes.

On the other side, the employee is still reporting. On this side, the man picked up the phone from the conference table, opened it, and read the message.

This is a message from the sending bank. Looking at the additional amount of money, a dangerous glint appeared in the man's dark eyes.

Milan immediately stood up. Employees in meetings were threatened. The reporting employee's voice was a bit hesitant, worried that she had said something wrong and offended this boss.

The man walked to the ground floor window and raised his hand to dial a number, two beeps sounded, and the other person picked up the phone.

'Who gave her the money?"

The cold voice came through the phone to Meadow at the Paradise Club.

Meadow's eyes were filled with surprise, but then she understood clearly: She sent the money Ashley gave her to Mr. Milan's account, and that bank card was linked to Mr. Milan.

So when she transferred money, Milan received a money transfer message.

'It's a stranger."

Meadow spoke out publicly, with no intention of hiding it.

'What did she do this time?"

This question was a bit confusing, but Meadow understood Milan's words, Mr. Milan was asking, why this person gave Ashley 10,000 dollars and what Ashley used in exchange.

Hesitating a bit, Meadow didn't know whether to speak or not.

On this side, the man on the phone hesitated silently, his handsome face showing impatience: "What did you help her hide?"

"No... Ashley didn't do anything outrageous." Meadow couldn't reach the thoughts of this big boss. His thoughts were always profound, but she also knew that if Milan was cruel, there really wouldn't be many people in this entire S city who could compete. She could only say in the most flamboyant way possible:

'Ashley just kissed someone."

Meadow feels this is not a big deal. In the Paradise Club, a kiss wasn't a big deal, so even though she was a little nervous, she didn't feel like this was the only thing Ashley could do to provoke this cold big boss.

On the other side, the man coldly interrupted the phone conversation.

His expression became even colder, he looked out the window and didn't know what he was thinking. In the meeting room, everyone was stunned. This boss's mind is difficult to understand, no one can read it, but at this moment the atmosphere is very oppressive. The pressure was so great that the people in this large meeting room could not breathe.

Milan quietly looked out the window, his handsome face was as cold as ice, and his full lips slowly curved into a cold curve... Is this too much?

His eyes flashed with sarcasm, and this sarcasm brought with him irrepressible inhibition and anger.

Looking out the window, the night before coming here, he was just like right now standing in front of the history book on the 28th floor of the Paradise Club, looking into the darkness, not knowing why he hated the woman's appearance. That vile woman. As a petty person with no dignity, he did not want to see an Ashley like that again.

He didn't understand why Ashley's three years ago didn't affect his mood, but Ashley's three years after being released from prison could make him angry. He just needed to see that look in Ashley's eyes in his heart. He couldn't help but be angry and didn't want to see it.

He thought that after arriving in Germany, there would be a period when he wouldn't have to look at such a lowly, pitiful Ashley anymore, and those inexplicable worries would automatically disappear.

But she... Kissed someone else?

Is she so vile and shameless that she can do anything?

'Christian, prepare a return plane ticket," Milan coldly ordered.

---

After work, Ashley was as usual, alone on the street at night.

Giselle of course can't go home with her.

When she returned to the motel, Ashley was a bit surprised. In the brightly lit living room, on a simple sofa, Giselle was sitting there playing on her phone.

When she saw her coming home, Giselle immediately put down the phone and stood up.

"You're back."

Ashley was even more surprised, usually, Giselle went to bed early, but today she was sitting on the sofa in the living room, was she waiting for her?

'Um." She's a bit reserved, having been in prison for three years so her speaking vocabulary is really limited.

Silence is her most common state.

'Today I heard that in the VIP room on the 6th floor, a guest is inviting you. Who is that?"