She looked at the box on the table, this old man's purpose was to probe her.

She almost bet everything three years ago, madly running away from Milan.


This old man knows how to read other people's psychology. Three years ago, she threw away everything and ran away. Today, this old man deliberately put forward such a generous condition to let her leave. This should be something she would dream of having.

If Milan had a problem, then she could leave without thinking about it.

On the contrary, once she chose to accept the condition that Mr. Elise gave, leaving at night, then it proved that… Milan had something happen.


Because, only when she was no longer under Milan's control, could she leave without any fear.

Otherwise, as long as Milan was still alive and well, she would have no way to leave.


Ever since Ashley was stopped by Christian, she had thought that something would happen tonight. Until she entered Elise's house and saw Mr. Elise, she was still speculating, but until the box was brought in front of her, she also thought that Mr. Elise wanted to chase her away.

But the thing in the box, the more she looked at it, the more moved she became... Mr. Elise was too generous. "Mr. Elise, you know better than anyone."

Ashley said indifferently: "What you just said... you should go persuade your nephew."

She spoke softly, her eyes were clear, without any pretense, on Mr. Elise's complicated face, one could see a bit of stiffness... the corners of his lips slowly curved up, it seemed, she had guessed correctly.

"Are you not going? You have to think carefully. How did Milan treat you six years ago? How could you go from being a smart and capable girl to a reformed criminal? During this time, all the suffering you have experienced, all fell on your head.

If it weren't for him, you would be a shining gem. Don't you hate him?"

Ashley said painfully: "That's why I tried every way to escape." Half-truth, half-lie.

Mr. Elise probed her, she knew clearly.

Facing this old man like an old fox, she didn't dare to relax for a minute.

"That's right, three years ago, you went through hundreds of thousands of hardships to run to a safe place, to escape Milan's sight. Ashley, today, there is an opportunity given to you. As long as you pick up the box on the table, then leave this city, don't appear in front of everyone... then you will be completely free." Mr. Elise's old voice said every word seemed to touch the bottom of the other person's heart, stirring up the desire and hope in her heart.

A layer of sweat appeared on her forehead, Ashley slowly shook her head indifferently: "I don't dare."

A "don't dare" caused a trace of disappointment to appear in Mr. Elise's eyes.

"Mr. Elise, why do you have to make things difficult for me? If you want to help me, then why don't you talk to your nephew properly? Facing him, I'm afraid of him, you know that."

A word "I don't dare", a word "I'm afraid of him", made the speculation in Mr. Elise's eyes waver.

"Not going? This is a rare opportunity." But this old man was still probing, still not giving up.

Ashley also didn't know what she was feeling in her heart, when she indirectly expressed that Milan was fine, at that moment, a trace of disappointment flashed across Sir Elise's face but he was the other person's biological grandfather. 

"The Cinderella in the story didn't leave, because of love. I didn't leave, because I didn't dare." She raised her head, faced the old man, and smiled bitterly: "If he doesn't let go, then I basically can't escape. You see, I ran away for three years, and in the end, I still obediently returned to S City, returned under his eyes."

Mr. Elise's wrinkled face and tightly pursed lips, his stern gaze stopped at Ashley, as if wanting to see through her.

The more Ashley calmly refused, the more she didn't consider his proposal, the more he urged in his heart... was he thinking too much?

Of course, Milan was his nephew, he used to be his most beloved nephew, but this nephew was disobedient, and his methods were too strong.

Of course, that was a good thing, but... even stronger than a grandfather like him... Mr. Elise's old eyes were a little cold.

He was the woman standing in the hall, the more he looked, the more he disliked her, anyway, he couldn't hear anything from her, it was useless to keep her.

"If that's the case, then I don't know what to say." He asked the old butler beside him again: "What time is it?"

"Boss, it's eleven o'clock at night."

'Oh…" Mr. Elise hummed softly, already leaning on his cane to stand up: 'It's so late, why didn't you remind me to rest? You have? to remind me to rest next time."

There seemed to be a bit of reproach in his words.

The old butler bowed his head and admitted: 'Yes, I will remember next time."

That person had already left, Ashley stood in the living room, stunned.

Christian stepped forward: 'Please."

Ashley was very skillful, following Christian, until she left Elise's house, the night wind blew on her face making her shiver.

Behind her was an old house with a tightly closed and bolted door… indeed… her lips curled into a smile, extremely ironic.

In the area of ​​Elise's house, catching a taxi is practically impossible.

Walking along the road, until she reached the fork, she saw a taxi on the road.

Ashley carried her tired body, step by step moving forward, Mr. Elise didn't even have any dignity, this matter of sending her back, a person with dignity would do it.

Mr. Elise resolutely left her there, not even intending to arrange a car to take her back.

Ashley left Elise's house, slowly walking down her road towards the turn.

"Wait a minute."

Behind, someone called her to stop, she turned around to look.

It was a car, slowly approaching, stopping beside her, the window rolled down, Christian stuck his head out: "I'll give you a ride."

Was he that kind?... Ashley quietly observed for a while, then immediately curled the corners of her lips: "Then thank you very much."

She opened the door and got in the car.

Christian started the car, driving steadily out of the turn onto the main road.

As the car drove up the overpass, the traffic became thinner and thinner, sitting in the back seat of the car, Ashley rubbed her sore waist: "Speak."

The driver's hand on the steering wheel stiffened, "What do you want me to say?"

Ashley smiled lightly: "I think you're chasing me, not because you want to take me home, there's still another reason."