Milan exited the elevator, opening each private room door to find someone.

Christian's heart was touched... The boss seemed very impatient, he was also looking for someone.


In the private room at this time, Duane was very nervous, his hand was playing with his phone, glancing and smiling: "Drink, what are you waiting for? I'm about to post it on the bulletin board."

Everyone must have heard the news that Ashley was released from prison, they would miss her: "Wait," Ashley's face was pale, calling Duane, her eyes looked straight into Duane's eyes: "I drink."

She knew she didn't need to save face for her family, but... Ashley knew she was useless, her family no longer needed her and had abandoned her, but she still didn't want to make them lose face because of her.


"Ugh!" Don't. Meadow needed clarification.

Ashley couldn't drink, drinking was gambling with her life.


Others drank, and doing so was just getting drunk, Ashley drank, she was entering the gates of hell.

Ashley looked at Meadow, and smiled at Meadow, that smile, made Meadow stunned... It turns out, this idiot smiled so beautifully.

Ashley wanted to use this look to let Meadow see and remember it in her heart.

"Okay, okay, it's not life and death, have a drink. It's not worth it." Arwood said coldly.

I am making Meadow angry immediately.

Ashley smiled gently, then placed the bottle of wine next to her mouth, when she raised her head, she whispered to Lorne: If I don't die, I will continue to repay you, if I die, go to hell, don't think I'm useless.

I... tried my best.

A sip of whiskey with a strong smell of alcohol... She hadn't had a drink for a long time, choking to the point of coughing violently, coughing up most of the wine she had just drunk.

"Oh my god, Ashley, this wine is expensive. Don't waste it."

"Drink it quickly, drink it quickly."

Arwood mocked: "Ashley, isn't this wine good? Duane, you have to get her some good wine."

What is this so-called comparison?

Does Ashley have such a big grudge against them?

Most of the people here are like watching a play.

A loud knock on the door, and everyone immediately looked towards the door of the room, standing at the door was a tall figure, and behind was the light.

Milan's eyes didn't even look at the other people in the room, his eyes were like an eagle, swinging back and forth like a shuttle in the private room, directly finding the target.

Seeing the bottle of wine in the woman's hand, his eyes immediately shrank.

Suddenly feeling flustered, without thinking, as fast as the wind, he went straight there, grabbed the bottle of wine in the woman's hand, spread his arms wide, and hugged her tightly.

"Who? Who is it?" Suddenly she raised her head, his eyes were bloodshot, terrifyingly majestic, sweeping across the faces of everyone in the room.

Arwood, Duane, and the others were all frozen... how could it be him?

"President... Milan?"

Arwood opened his mouth to probe.

"Christian, let Meadow speak." Meadow was still being controlled by someone else, in fact when this order from Milan was given, Christian didn't need to do anything, the person who was controlling Meadow, immediately felt like touching a hot potato, directly releasing Meadow.

'How much did she drink?" Milan's voice was extremely cold, but when listening carefully, one could hear the nervous tension in his words.




'Mr. Milan is on time, she's had about two or three sips already."

Milan's expression was still cold, three sips to an ordinary person was nothing, but to Ashley, his hand immediately moved down, placing it on Ashley's left waist.

Ashley's entire body stiffened, not daring to move, her chest was so hot that it hurt, and her stomach felt like it was on fire, these two sips of whiskey also tormented her, making her extremely uncomfortable.

Milan's icy face raised his head, his eyes like an eagle, scanning the faces of each of those people: 'I will settle accounts with you when I return, don't even think about escaping."

A trace of cruelty flashed in his cold eyes, he spoke: 'Christian, tell someone to watch them." After speaking, he bent down to hug Ashley, and strode out of the private room: "Meadow, follow me."

Meadow hurriedly followed behind.

Ashley lowered her head to let Milan hug her, her heart was like a block of ice... She didn't say anything, she just couldn't thank Milan for saving her life.

She didn't say anything.

Milan hugged that person and sat in the car parked in the lobby: "Meadow, drive."

He hugged Ashley, sitting in the back of the car.

Suddenly, a piece of paper was brought in front of him: "Mr. Milan, this is the last 1 billion 7. I'm free."

The man's deep black eyes looked up at the paper, he was extremely quick-witted, from a few sentences of Ashley, he had guessed almost the whole story, suddenly he raised his head, his eyes were cold, placed on the back of Meadow's neck who was sitting in the driver's seat.

Meadow's forehead was covered in cold sweat, she didn't dare to breathe heavily.

Milan didn't ask, she didn't explain.

Milan retracted his gaze, tilted his head slightly, looked at the woman in his arms, and suddenly laughed, "What did I say? I said, give you a month, deposit 17 billion into the bank card."

The man raised his hand, and looked at his watch, "22:48, 1 hour and 12 minutes left, you can deposit 17 billion into the bank card, remember, I said not just 17 billion, at first I said, in a month, deposit 17 billion into the bank card."

The man especially emphasized the last few words.

Ashley suddenly understood.

"You can't."

"I can." The man curled his lips.

Ashley's eyes narrowed, saying: "You are shameless." He was plotting with her. He was originally a force of reason. He was playing with words.

How could he be so shameless?

"Put me down." She panicked and said: "Meadow, Meadow, go to the bank, you take me to the bank."

A hand suddenly grabbed her chin, and forcefully lifted it, forcing her to raise her head, that handsome face, pressed close.

Milan's calm eyes stared at her face, "Go to the hospital or go to the bank. Ashley, I'll give you a chance to choose."

His face was so close that Ashley could see every hair on his face, her eyes contained stubbornness and perseverance: "I have to go to the bank." She said each word, not wanting to give in,

"Lost a kidney, do you still dare to drink alcohol?" The man's calm voice, coldly reminded me: "Don't you want to live anymore?"

"I have to go to the bank."

"Don't want to live anymore, do you still have to go to the bank?"

She silently looked at the man who was pressing close to her, opened her mouth, and coldly said: "Okay."

Betting her life, this was not the first time she had done this, let alone two sips of whisky, her arm was hanging close to her body, and unconsciously grabbing his vest collar, she did not know that the man was pouring everything into his eyes. The phoenix's eyes were cold, downcast, looking at her hand that was tightly gripping his vest collar, on the back of that hand, blue veins were popping out.

His gaze once again fell on her face, his gaze, making others unable to understand… Staring at her, Milan thought: This woman, before, liked to appear in front of him all the time, always hovering in front of him, hoping that he would glance at her so that her mood could be happy all day.

Since when, when Milan didn't feel anything, everything changed,

Even if… no longer needed to live, still had to go to the bank, she still had to avoid him.

In his black eyes, there was something crazy that was silently brooding, quietly looking up at Ashley's face, the man's deep black eyes became even deeper and more incomprehensible,

"Ashley, do you have to rush to the bank like that?" Did she have to rush away from him?

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this.

Between the two of them, the one who could say "End", was only him.

The slender hands took the paper from her hand and shook it gently: 'What if you go to the bank? The bank is closed, can the ATM put this paper in?"

Can the ATM put this paper in?… Of course not.

Ashley was struck by lightning.

She was stunned as she looked at the paper he was holding in his hand… It turned out that the paper she spent so much effort to get was a piece of paper.