What kind of relationship is there between Lorne and Elliot, Milan knows very well.

The man's eyes were a little calm, he asked tentatively: "That is... Lorne?"


"Lorne. I'm sorry..."

Of course, Ashley was dreaming, and would not answer Milan's question.

Milan frowned, suddenly stood up, and walked out of the office. He went to a small conference room next door, took out his phone, and called Lorne: "It's me, Milan."


In Lorne's busy eyes, a look of surprise appeared: "You must have called me for something important, Mr. Milan. You talk." He didn't say much and asked directly.

Milan was even more straightforward: "What kind of relationship do you have with Ashley?"


This question was to say a person like Lorne was stunned for a moment, then said: "Meeting once is fate."

Thinking, why did Milan suddenly ask like that?

Immediately, he heard the other party's voice on the phone: "Your fate is to meet once, this fate is quite deep, so deep that Ashley has to call your name many times in her dream."

Lorne, who was drinking water, immediately choked up and hurriedly said: "Milan, such words, can't be said casually. Ashley is someone Elliot likes. I have to respect my friends. I have never thought of stealing the lover of a close friend of mine."

"You just said, Ashley called my name in my dream?" Lorne's expression suddenly became strange, could it be that his charm was that great? Except for the day Elliot brought Ashley to the meeting place, he and Ashley had only met once.

"Milan, did she call my name?"

If Lorne was too curious, he would seek his death.

Before he could finish his sentence, the person on the other end of the line hung up.

"Hey? Hey? Milan, you still haven't answered me."

On the other end of the line, Milan hung up the phone.

This was not the first time he had heard the woman calling Lorne in his dreams. If it wasn't Lorne… Then who was it?

He raised his finger, tapped lightly on the conference room table, suddenly stopped, and immediately called Christian: 'Go investigate, is there anyone named Lorne in prison?"

Of course, Milan couldn't be completely sure that there was anyone named Lorne besides Ashley three years ago, but after three years of returning, the times she said this name in her sleep were all, so the clue pointed straight to that place – the three years she lived in prison.

He turned around and returned to the office.

The woman on the sofa was sleeping very soundly, showing no signs of waking up.

He sat down behind the desk, and the secretary walked in: 'President…"

As soon as the secretary called, he saw the man behind the desk raise his index finger, signaling silence, then glanced at the sofa again. The secretary followed the man's gaze, a woman was sleeping on the sofa, and immediately, hurriedly nodded at her, showing that she understood. Without saying anything, she lifted her feet and walked towards the desk, but with the sound of high heels clicking on the floor, there was no way to disappear, She was stared at by a cold gaze from behind the desk, the poor secretary pressed down step by step, hurriedly and fearfully stood on her toes to walk.

Perhaps, under this sky, only this woman would understand, wearing a pair of 7-8cm high heels, and then lifting her feet to walk.

With great difficulty, she walked to the desk, put the documents in her hand on the table, lowered her voice, and said softly: "Mr. Milan, this document needs your signature."

The secretary saw the boss's handwriting, leisurely signed, her heart ached even more, this was considered the boss's simple signature, she brought the documents, then took them away... it was too difficult.

However, this was also the first time she saw her boss with such a cold expression, so careful and reserved with someone. She was curious, glanced at the sofa... oh, disappointed.

Such an ordinary woman...

Looking back and forth, feeling a bit familiar, after a feeling of doubt rose in her heart, she observed more carefully, this time, the more she looked, the more similar it seemed.

Immediately, unable to hold back, she asked, "Mr. Milan, is that person... like Ashley back then?"

She didn't know, whether it was because she was surprised and spoke a little louder, or because the air conditioner temperature was a little low, the woman on the sofa comfortably opened her eyes, and when she opened her eyes, her mind was still in a state of unconsciousness.

She first blinked, then looked forward, then turned her head to look around, when her eyes met Milan sitting behind the desk, suddenly, her mind became unusually clear.

"Come here, Ashley." Behind the desk, the man waved his hand toward the woman who had just woken up.

This wave made Ashley stunned, and the secretary was also stunned.

"Miss Ashley?" The secretary exclaimed in surprise.

Ashley's eyes of disbelief when she saw the secretary standing in front of the desk, made her whole body tremble.

"You are... Ashley?" The secretary seemed to be in disbelief, quickly walking towards the sofa.

Ashley's already pale face became even paler, the gaze of being stared at by others, along with the other party's disbelief, made her unable to face herself.

Such a gaze seemed to be reminding herself over and over again, of the torment she had to go through during those three years, she needed to live with self-respect, she also needed to have self-respect and dignity to live…

"Secretary Winter." A very shy smile appeared: "Long time no see."

Even this greeting, is also extremely empty.

Secretary Winter really can't believe it, the woman in front of her is the arrogant and confident Ashley of that year.

"Why are you..." become like this...

Winter wanted to ask like this, but suddenly realized that it was not right, so she stopped, immediately, a little embarrassed: "Ashley, I'll go out to work first."

After saying that, she left the office as if she wanted to run away.

Not knowing when Milan had stood up, walked towards her, and raised her hand to load ok at the watch: "Let's go, it's late, go downstairs for lunch."

Just thinking about the scene of facing the eyes of passersby early in the morning, Ashley didn't want to leave the office, lowered her head, and said hoarsely: "I'm not hungry."

Milan frowned: "I'm hungry."

"I... don't want to eat, I... am not feeling well, there is no taste at all. I won't eat."