Kneel... does she want to kneel?

She didn't think about that at all.


But who is she?

She's nothing more than a number 926. Does she have nothing, dignity? It's ridiculous. He was unhappy when she was still a lady in Patterson's house and could have sent her to prison. She didn't even have the chance to defend herself.

Now she is nothing, except to kneel, except to sell her dignity, she has nothing more to ask of him.


'Milan, I don't "love" kneeling that much, I just have nothing to offer.

You took away my past, erased everything about me in Patterson's house, a living person whose existence was erased, I was nothing more than a street wanderer, at least At least they have a home and a place to go, what about me?'


Dignity? Ashley lowered her head, her mouth filled with bitter contempt. She trembled and raised her eyes, staring into Milan's black pupils. Ashley kept staring into Milan's eyes like that, then slowly knelt... 'Milan, only Ashley of Patterson's house has dignity and pride, how can someone like me who has been in prison have that.'

The man pursed his lips and walked forward without saying a word. People around him pointed, but the man pretended not to see and kept walking, no one knew what he was trying to do.

Before Ashley's eyes, a pair of long legs appeared, and leather shoes were polished to a shine, proving that the owner was a luxurious person. She was a little startled, seeing those long legs slowly squatting down. Ashley instinctively raised her head, that extremely handsome face was facing her.

'Are you Ashley?" The man's inky eyes looked puzzled and he asked with a serious expression. 

Ashley felt like she was stabbed with a big knife. She shook her head for a long time but did not answer. Milan slowly stood up, looked at the woman at his feet like a smelly ant, and faintly opened his mouth: "Come with me."

Ashley stood nervously in front of Milan. Not long after, someone knocked on the door outside, Milan's voice rang out: "Please come in."

Ashley looked apologetically at the person who had just walked in - the person who had interviewed her three months ago - Meadow.

'Meadow." Feeling worried and insecure, Ashley carefully looked at Milan sitting on the sofa, then looked at Meadow, as if she was drumming in her heart, she didn't know what this man with an unpredictable appearance was trying to do. 

"Mr. Milan." Meadow wore a tailored white suit that did nothing to diminish her appeal. There are two vividly designed buttons. She asked. "What do you want to tell me?"

Ashley feels that Meadow's attitude towards Milan is a bit strange like Milan is her boss... Ashley may not know, that Milan is Meadow's big boss, but she has been in prison for three years, after she got out, the world soon changed completely.

'Do you know her?" Milan raised her chin and looked at Ashley. Meadow's expression was a bit unkind. She secretly glanced at Ashley. She was still impressed with Ashley. This woman left a deep impression on her.

Meadow raised the corner of her mouth, revealing a very unnatural smile: "Mr. Milan, did Ashley offend you? Don't be angry, I will teach her well."

Ashley heard the hidden meaning in Meadow's words. She thought someone as harsh as Meadow would immediately chase her away, but the other side protected her right in front of Milan, making her surprised. Her heart for Meadow was filled with gratitude.

Meadow rolled her eyes again at Ashley. If it weren't for Ashley's extremely excellent work, very humble, understanding, never giving her any trouble, perhaps she would have risked defending her a little. 

She also didn't know that Ashley, a humble person without any sense of existence, would end up insulting the person who shouldn't be offended the most.

Every small movement between the two was seen by those sharp eyes.

Milan's deep black eyes fell on Meadow. "Who interviewed her when she applied for a job here?"

Meadow's face immediately turned gloomy, beads of sweat the size of beans flowed from her forehead.

'Hmm?" The man snorted softly, his eyes looking wonderingly at Meadow's pale face.

'It's me, Mr. Milan, I interviewed her myself." This interview is normal, there is no need for Meadow to do it herself. It has been two or three years since she came for an interview. But for some reason, that night she interviewed Ashley.

In Meadow's heart, regret piled up. Looking at Mr. Milan, she was afraid that Ashley would anger him. She followed Milan for so many years, Meadow knew Milan was really angry.

'Did you interview? Cleaning staff?" Milan's eyebrows raised slightly, and sweat flowed down from Meadow's forehead, her whole body was tense, not daring to wipe away the sweat.

She said. "At the time of the interview, Ashley was unqualified in every way for other positions at the Paradise Club, including as a server..." 

Meadow was a bit confused: "But Ashley wants to be a cleaner at Club Paradise."

Speaking of this, Meadow suddenly raised her head, turned towards Milan, and said: "Mr. Milan, from the time Ashley started working as a cleaner until now, she has always worked hard and diligently cleaned everything." 

Working in this position, Meadow soon no longer needs to care about everything below, but as for Ashley... Meadow cannot express her feelings.

It was clear that this humble woman came from two worlds, but she felt like Ashley always had something in common with her. She thought carefully but still couldn't understand what it was. 

Just after those bold words were uttered, Meadow suddenly woke up and cautiously looked towards Milan.

On the brown single lounge chair, the man's long, slender legs crossed each other, both polite and elegant: "Meadow, take her to the PR department."

Meadow was suspicious, thinking she heard wrong, looking at Milan in surprise, 'Mr. Milan, what did you just say?" She didn't hear clearly. PR Department? Ashley? She must have heard wrong.