So, regardless of whether he was sober or not, Ashley was just a person in his life or not, a name that didn't mean anything, right?

She changed into her pajamas and went out to the balcony, the wind blew on her. She didn't know what she was calculating, and why she escaped to this place, but it was still suffocating and uncomfortable, painful and hard to breathe.


Can't treat him well, shouldn't be close to him, this morning she helped him herself...

Such a private matter, she shouldn't be entangled with him any longer.

That's right, she didn't do anything wrong, shouldn't be soft on him.


Selma's efficiency always surprised others.

When Ashley woke up, it was no surprise that she received documents from Selma's mailbox.


The doorbell rang.

"Room service? Wait a minute."

She woke up early in the morning, didn't have time to change, still wearing her pajamas, gently adjusted her pajamas, and opened the door.

"Good morning."

"You... So early?" She looked at her pajamas, it was neat, then looked at the person at the door, "Come in."

"Work?"

Ashley said "Uh", "Kane, thank you for introducing me this time. You helped me a lot." She walked to the tea table: "What would you like to drink? Tea or coffee?"

"Water is fine."

'Wait a moment." She boiled water and washed the cup beside her. In front of the sink, a tall figure suddenly appeared behind the woman, a masculine scent immediately filled her nose, 'Bringing work into vacation is not a good habit." The woman left the refreshment room without leaving a trace.

'This is a great opportunity. Kane, I can't lose, Patterson Group can't lose." She looked seriously into Kane's eyes, in those deep and heavy eyes, in a flash, took away the man's breath, making him a little suffocated, at the same time, couldn't see what the woman opposite was thinking. It wasn't her words, but her eyes, like a gambler, fighting for every last second and minute.

Suddenly in his heart, he panicked, trying to pretend: don't care, happily said. "Ashley, have you had breakfast?

Breakfast in Z town is not bad. It seems that if you want to work, you have to eat well to have the strength, right?"

"Wait a moment, I'll go change my clothes." On the contrary, it makes sense, to eat well to have the strength to work.

A week later, she also locked herself in her room, continuing to carry out the plan at hand, Kane always came to find her, if there was anything, he would call her out to eat together, sometimes he saw him doing nothing, holding his phone to play games, playing all afternoon, then lying on the sofa in her room.

He also didn't bother her, after many times, she was no longer surprised.

She devoted all her mind to work, that week, all her time was spent on the latest plan, not free at all.

Selma no longer called, but contacted via Facebook, every day the same sentence: He is very healthy, eats very well, very healthy.

Catching Mifar, both expected and surprised. The moment the two sides signed the contract, no one saw, that silent woman instantly revived, as if the good thing she had been waiting for had finally been accomplished.

At this moment, she seemed to have no reason to stay here anymore.

'Thank you, Kane."

He had done her a big favor, if it weren't for Kane, she might have to go a long way.

And if it weren't for Kane, there would be no chance to meet Mifar.

She bowed her head, bowing ninety degrees, of course, this was not enough, but this could express her gratitude.

Bowing ninety degrees, she was held tightly by a strong hand on her shoulder again, she raised her head in confusion.

Only to see the handsome man's resolute face, the man slowly bowed his head, his hot eyes staring at the woman, his voice hoarse but charming: 'Thank you? Ashley, I don't want you to thank me with words."

"I know, you did me a big favor, of course, I can't just say thank you with words. If I can..."

"Shh" The man stopped the woman, squinting at her: "Ashley, if you want to thank me, I... just need you."

The explosion in her ears, she didn't wake up for a long time until she woke up, she realized the meaning of that sentence.

She slowly straightened her back, pulled his hand away, turned around, and left without saying a word.

In the man's heart in chaos, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm, "Ashley, I was just joking, don't mind..."

"Really?" Her face was calm, without a ripple, looking straight into his eyes: "Really? Ask yourself, is it true?"

He asked himself, is it true? His heart suddenly tensed.

In the end, there was no way to lie. There was no way to deceive himself.

Are you kidding? Are you kidding?

The man gritted his teeth: 'What if it's not a joke?" Was he not good enough? Was he worse than Milan? He treated her much better, much better than other women.

'No kidding.." The woman's face was calm, slowly pulling out a smile, not happy at all, slowly raising her eyes, looking at the man in front of her: 'So what's different between you and three years ago?"

Him and three years ago, what's different?

One sentence immediately made the man stiff: 'That's right, three years ago I misunderstood you, but you're not the person I thought you were at that time. Only now do I understand your true self more clearly."

The woman lowered her eyes, hiding the inferiority complex at the bottom of her eyes… Her true self?

Her true self, what form is it, even she couldn't see clearly.

Three years ago, he used money to get what he wanted, three years later, he used an opportunity, still only wanted to get what he wanted.

The only difference is the money at that time, turned into today's opportunity. If one had to say the difference between the two, then this man must have matured, and the game has become more mature.

The young man is very frivolous, directly throwing money at others, the older man is a little bit and likes things less directly.

But, what's the difference?

In the end, these words hurt others, the woman said nothing, just stared at the man's solemn face: "The money at that time, and today's opportunity, are all the same. Kane, you are a great hunter, a great hunter, more and more mature, but the purpose of a hunter is nothing more than hunting for the prey in your eyes." The words came to this point, she knew, he understood.

"Thank you, Kane Filoch."

Hearing the word hunter again, he found that he increasingly disliked this word.

The eyes of the woman in front of him were extremely clear and rational. At this moment, he felt like he was seen through by someone else.

Previous money, and current opportunities, she said, there was no difference. He wanted to say, there was indeed a difference.

But a second later, he had no way to refute… Was there a difference?

She spoke very tactfully, and he naturally understood.

His hand is gradually powerless.

In his palm, there was no longer any warmth of the body, he stared at the woman's other arm, very strange, such a small and thin arm, easily filling the void in his palm.

Very strange, such a small and thin arm, escaped from his palm, it seemed, in a flash, empty.

The woman in front of him, in his heart, was vague, vague like an illusion.

Hunter? He hated this word himself.

The corner of his eyes could see, her answer was a cold gaze.

He could only glance at that long black hair.

Don't want.

He doesn't want to.

It was very close, clearly right in his palm, clearly right in front of him, just a hair's breadth away.

"The one who is wrong is you." He said: "You locked yourself in prison, the name of the prison, called the past. Ashley, I look forward, to you looking back. So in your eyes, you can never see me."

Kane Filoch said these words, extremely unwilling, along with the haste in his heart wanting to hold everything in his hands, he asked the woman in front of him: "So, are you fair to me?"

The woman's shoulders trembled undetectably, her eyelashes moved slightly, and her pale lips slightly raised. She was silent.

Narrowing her eyes, falling into the man's fiery eyes, she instead became even calmer.

"If I still have time..." She paused, her pupils flashing slightly: "If I have a choice, I will pretend to be noble and go find Mifar, giving up this opportunity to cooperate."

"You don't want to owe me, right."

That's right.

She said silently.