Including the Patterson Group changing owners.

Ashley didn't answer, she lowered her head in silence, listening quietly. Of course, Kane noticed her reaction, the corner of his lips had a hint of bitterness… She was really smart.


Not answering meant refusing to talk about this topic.

'Ashley." He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Ashley's hand: 'Ashley, no matter what he says, I believe you." Kane said in a serious tone.

Ashley didn't immediately pull her hand away from Kane's, she gently smiled, and raised her head, in her clear pupils there was no emotion, not sad nor happy, only a pair of clear beautiful eyes: "Thank you."


As certain as a nail. Not a single word was superfluous.

Causing Kane on the opposite side, his handsome face slowly became heavy, the hand and holding her hand tightened even more, as f the thing in his hand was about to fly away, there was a strange sense of panic in his heart, he only thought that he had to use more strength to grasp the thing in his hand.


Ashley frowned slightly... it hurt, he used too much strength. Her hand was held so tightly that it hurt, but she didn't have the attitude to push it away, didn't even cry out "It hurts".

There was no need to be like this, right?

She felt a little self-deprecating in her heart.

In her eyes, most of it was pity, not knowing whether she was looking at the Kane opposite or pitying herself.

In reality, Kane was very tall, the skeleton of a foreigner was very large, Kane was tall, making her feel small, feeling the need to be protected… but, that was just an illusion.

She raised her head, revealing a pleasant smile, 'Mr. Kane, thank you for trusting me." Her voice was very gentle but there was no trace of superfluous emotion. Kane's hand unconsciously tightened, the strange feeling in his heart, so much that even he could not explain, why his heart was so restless.

He held the girl's hand in his hand tighter, but the tighter he held it, the more empty his heart became.

It seemed it seemed like there was something that could no longer be grasped.

No… He quickly let go.

His face was cold: 'The plan you proposed, I will seriously consider, there are still some things to do today, so I will take my leave first."

Without waiting for Ashley to reply, he took a step and left.

That back figure left quickly and urgently as if he was running away in panic.

Ashley's eyes followed that back figure, lowered her head to look, her hand had long been red from being held, and the hot warmth still lingered in her palm, raised her head, the end of the hallway was empty.

Suddenly the corner of her mouth curved into a smile: 'Thank you for trusting me."

It's just, it's not necessary anymore.

Turning around, she headed towards the hallway opposite the direction Kane went, slowly walking towards it. That place was the restroom on this floor.

She slowly walked into the bathroom, very skillfully turned around, and went inside, went to the end of a small room, gently pushed open the door, and took out a mop, a bucket of water, and a trash can from inside. The technique was professionally trained, three years ago, she was a cleaning staff. Taking out the cleaning tools from that small room, she slowly went to get water, carried the bucket of water, one hand wringing a towel, the other hand holding the trash can and mop, walked from the bathroom, on the quiet corridor, step by step moving forward. She walked very slowly, not in a hurry until she reached the door of the office, she put down the bucket of water, squatted down, and slowly cleaned, skillfully wiping away the debris on the ground and the water stains.

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Lorne looked at his best friend who had hurriedly turned back, his steps were chaotic.

'Are you possessed by a ghost?" He raised his eyebrows, joking.

Kane walked around Lorne and went to the bar, pulled open the glass door, without even looking, rudely took out a bottle of Whiskey, opened the cap, and brought it to his mouth to drink directly, in a flash, his eyes saw a new bottle of wine that was more than half empty.

Lorne rushed forward and snatched the bottle of wine from Kane's hand: 'Wine is not meant to be drunk like this."

Kane gasped, and the strong smell of wine wafted through the air.

Lorne looked at him, not because of the wine at all, put down the bottle of Whiskey in his hand, took two steps back, and sat down on the tan sofa: 'Tell me, why are you so confused?"

Kane stood by the bar, half of his arm on the bar, the back of his hand on his forehead, the smell of alcohol spread all over his body, his pale eyelashes trembled, and he did not answer for a long time.

Lorne was a shrewd businessman, of course, this guy was very smart, opened his mouth, and found the key point: "Your secretary said you went to Patterson Group." He added: "You failed."

The man standing at the bar had no intention of talking.

A flash of light appeared in Lorne's eyes: "She rejected you?"

A very normal question, but it made Kane restless, he suddenly raised his head and angrily shouted: "No."

Lorne breathed a sigh of relief and smiled faintly at him.

"Okay." Kane leaned against the bar, laughed self-deprecatingly, and said: "You won."

Lorne smiled, he understood in his heart.

Very quickly.

"But you are wrong." Kane's body was limp, his tall figure slid down onto the stool in front of the bar, sitting there with air but no strength: 'She didn't reject me, and I still haven't confessed to her."

Lorne's narrow eyes flashed with surprise: 'So you're so free?"

'We were discussing cooperation when Bentley barged in."

Lorne sneered at her: 'Her brother? The eldest nephew of the Patterson family?"

Kane nodded: 'It's him."

'He must be in the hospital, Bentley Patterson has leukemia, who in the business world doesn't know that."

'That's right, he must be in the hospital." Kane suddenly smiled lightly, carrying a hint of mockery: 'There's no one who isn't afraid of death."

The words only reached this point, smart people could guess the whole story after hearing one sentence.

Smart, Lorne was a smart person.

His thin lips curled up, his expression languid: 'Oh… I understand."