“Ah…” Ashley's heart felt like it was being punched, she knew, she had to do it. Her teeth trembled up and down, her clothes were thick and heavy, and she had difficulty turning around.

The atmosphere was very strange, at this point everyone realized something was wrong.


The teenager from before happily whistled: "There's a good show to watch."

On the sofa, a man shouted: "Jerome, shut up, don't bother me watching the fun."

Ashley's eyes showed fear, she wanted to hide.


After three years in prison, one thousand ninety-five days and nights, she lived in boiling oil, never seeing the sun in hell. After going out, she didn't dare to have any insecure thoughts about Milan. All that was left for this man was fear, and that fear was etched deep into her bones.

Although she was still infatuated and in love with this man, it was soon buried deep in her heart, never to see the light of day.


“Raise your head.” That voice slowly ordered again, and Ashley made a move.

The light was dim, the man hid in a dark corner. When she entered, she didn't dare to look closely, no wonder she never noticed.

Milan was like an emperor. He sat elegantly on the sofa in the corner, his long slender arms resting on the edge of the sofa, the back of his hand resting on his chin, elegant and noble, eyes wearing golden glasses looking at her. Like a wolf, he stared at her, as if at any moment he might tear her to pieces.

Three years, not only did not leave any trace of the years in him, contrary, as the years passed, the more he looked at it, the more dazzling it became.

That face was hidden under the dim light, like a layer of halo. He sat there, his whole body radiating a charm that made people feel strange.

But... she didn't dare look. She quickly lowered her head into her thick and heavy clothes.

Milan sneered, his smile cold, his voice dangerous: “Long time no see, what's going on? Why don't you say hello to me?”

Ashley's expression darkened, "Mr. Milan."

Ashley tried to suppress the fear in her heart. She squeezed her thighs with her fingers, trying her best to maintain a calm expression.

But all her actions were soon seen through by the man opposite her in the salon.

Milan narrowed his eyes and observed Ashley. If he hadn't seen her in this place today, he would have almost forgotten about this woman.

She has transformed a lot. If the waiter hadn't accidentally said "sister Ashley," he wouldn't have recognized this woman.

The light in the room was dim, he could only see roughly, but even so, Milan couldn't help but admit Ashley had changed more than he expected.

“When did you go out?” Milan asked without paying attention.

Ashley jumped up, her face drained of blood, she suddenly raised her head, looking pleadingly at the man across from her... 'Please don't say anything, don't say I was in prison in front of so many people. I am begging you.' In those eyes, these words were written.

Milan frowned, he raised his finger and pointed to the bottle of wine in Giselle's hand, looked at Ashley, and smiled coldly: "I know what you want to say, it's okay. As long as you can finish that bottle of wine, I will accept your request."

Ashley's face turned pale as she looked at the bottle of Vodka in Giselle's hand.

Vodka is one of the most famous alcohols in the world. Ashley looked pale and stared at the bottle of vodka, opening her mouth to say something.

The man on the sofa was like a hunter, teasing her like a toy under her feet, his dark eyes looking at Ashley mockingly: “My patience is limited.”

Hearing that familiar voice, Ashley's face turned even whiter.

“I... I don't know how to drink.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Ashley felt her scalp numb, she was about to be injured by those stabbing eyes. Her hand silently clenched... She was like a criminal on death row, painfully waiting for the final verdict.

"Mr. Milan, please forgive me." To survive, Ashley could only throw away her pride, half kneel, half crawl on the ground, begging for forgiveness. "Please, forgive me, just this once, don't let me drink, I can do whatever you want." She wants to live, only by living can she repay her debt.

That's right, she owes a huge debt. But the creditor is not Gina.

The man hid behind the dim light, his eyes suddenly flashed in surprise and disappeared, then Milan said with an expressionless face: “It's just a bottle of wine, just because you don't drink it, you easily kneel? Ashley, you used to be an arrogant person, always protecting your dignity, right?”

Dignity?

Ashley's face lowered, revealing a trace of sarcasm and bitterness.

What is dignity? Is it edible? Can dignity keep her alive?

She knelt, not because she wanted to avoid the bottle of wine, but because she wanted to live.

She closed her eyes in pain. As soon as she closed her eyes, each humiliating page appeared before her eyes. There was only one exception, that girl, in the end, it was because of her. Because of her, she died in a dark dungeon.

Human life is only twenty years old, youth is still long, just buried in that dark, damp place.

Also for her, for Ashley.

This is a crime, debt, crime, and unclear debt.

She doesn't owe Gina, what she owes is the brave person who protected her in prison but ended up with an unclear death in prison.

Ashley's whole body kept shaking. It seemed like she saw the blood-covered little girl lying in her chest, constantly calling "Sister Ashley" in a dying voice, these words Ashley had never heard. What sound is so easy to hear, that sound tells her about her homeland, about her future dreams...