Luckily, Meadow said, Lorne only returned home two years ago.

Ashley breathed a sigh of relief. So much so that when Meadow said that Lorne's sexual orientation was a bit unusual, so why did he have to go to the Paradise club to play with those waitresses, Ashley was suspicious but did not ask.


Shouldn't ask, won't ask.

Standing outside the room, pushing the door in, and seeing everything, Ashley suddenly woke up... The CEO of Dermot Group came to the Paradise Club to hold a reception for guests.

In the room, there were seven or eight people from the PR department, of which two were men.


Meadow looked at Ashley into the room with complicated eyes... She wanted to help this stupid woman, so she could only use this method to help.

She hoped this stupid woman could regain her freedom and escape those shackles.


Oh God... You shouldn't be so cruel, should you?

When Ashley entered the room, the atmosphere inside was bustling.

She entered quietly, bowed her head, and stood aside, modestly as if she had no sense of existence. Just like Meadow said, she just needs to blend in with the people pouring wine here.

Under the dim light, she was trembling. Although no one could see it, her whole body was trembling through a layer of clothing.

She bowed her head, in a corner where no one could see, with panic in her eyes. What should she do? Why are they here?

She tried to suppress her sense of existence, she tried her best to turn herself into the air, she... hated that she wasn't air right now.

Why… Why are they here too?

Ashley instinctively walked closer to the place that she subconsciously thought was safe, this place, the safest place was... Lorne was next to her.

'You are shaking."

An elegant and polite voice suddenly rang out. The sound wasn't loud, but it rang in Ashley's ears like an explosion.

Suddenly, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead. Ashley didn't dare breathe loudly. "Mr. Lorne, maybe it's because the air conditioner is cold. I'll pour you some wine."

She walked up to Lorne, squatted down, bowed her head, and poured the wine without saying a word.

The wine was full but Lorne next to him still didn't raise his glass.

He looked thoughtfully at the woman at his feet... 'There are so many people in this room, how do you know I'm Lorne?"

Ashley's face turned pale... That's right, how did she know this person was Lorne? Unless…

'Do you know the other people in the room?" Lorne's voice asked elegantly and politely, under his glasses, his eyes appeared sharp.

'I. I guess." Ashley's breathing was erratic, she didn't dare to imagine, if this time she couldn't deceive and "they" recognized her, she didn't dare to imagine, then...

'Lorne, actually I guess so."

Minute by minute, the sullen eyes on her head made Ashley feel like she was sitting on thorns, her whole body was extremely uncomfortable and tormented.

'Lorne, is something going on over there? Why don't you drink?"

 Even though three years have passed, Ashley is still so familiar with this sound that it's impossible to get more familiar with it.

What to do?

What to do?

Once she was mentioned by this distinguished guest, she couldn't escape.

Three years ago, facing the friends who used to hang out, facing the people who even pursued her, today she was extremely bad.

Unconsciously, Ashley panicked and crawled to the feet of the strange man. Her hand accidentally pulled Lorne's pant leg as if asking for help.

A sharp beam shot out from under his glasses, his eyes lowered to scan the woman crawling in front of him... Stunned for a moment, he retracted his impatient eyes, bent slightly, raised his hand to hold the glass of wine and took a sip, then raised his head and smiled slightly, looking at the others:

'It's okay." As he spoke, his whole body freely stood up, and at the same time reached out to pull the woman who was half sitting on the ground, the movement was done in one go.

Ashley didn't have time to react. She just felt her whole body being pulled away. Her eyes were dark. When she opened her eyes, she discovered that she had been pulled into someone's arms without even realizing it.

In her ears, she could hear Lorne's elegant and polite voice:

"You guys have fun, I'm inviting guests tonight." The melodious voice said as he hugged Ashley out of the room.

Everyone in the room had an "I understand" look on their faces.

"There is information circulating outside that Lorne has an unusual sexual orientation. Spreading fake news is meaningless, this is spreading fake news."

One person said.

"Lorne, a moment of spring is worth a thousand dollars, just have fun." Amid the teasing sounds of a group of people, Ashley was carried out of the room by the man, the door closing behind her without a sound.

Lorne turned around, and Ashley was pushed away and opened her eyes, she was stunned for a moment. "Lorne, why did you bring me here?"

The structure of this place is very similar to the room from before.

Who is she? She's just a prisoner, a nuisance who shouldn't be messed with.


All the people and events that made her feel insecure, Ashley instinctively wanted to avoid... She had nothing left to take away, or should I say she had nothing to lose.

She unconsciously said quickly: "Lorne, if there's nothing, I'll go first."

Having said that, her steps were not fast enough, but in her heart, she was anxious to get away from the person threatening her in front of her, so her walking posture was extremely unbalanced. In Lorne's eyes, that was extremely funny.

Ashley walked humorously to the door, Lorne's hands in his pockets, his eyes under his glasses trying to suppress a smile as he watched her walk to the bedroom door, unhindered all the way, as if it didn't matter. Topics with her come and go freely.