Although Christian did not like the Ashley in front of him very much, the woman on the sofa at this moment was completely different from the confident person three years ago, she had just passed through the devil's door. Looking extremely struggling, Christian stepped forward and reached out to help Ashley a little.

'Doesn't she have legs?" His cold eyes turned to Christian. Christian was startled, withdrew his hand reaching toward Ashley, and then quietly stepped aside.


Ashley raised her head to look at the man, only to see his face cold as ice, so she slowly put her hands on the sofa, like slow motion, she stood up very slowly, to an outsider looking in, she seemed forced but also seemed a bit 'pretending'.

If you drown, your body will weaken a bit but it won't be as "weak" as it is now.

This time, Christian's pity is gone.


Milan looked down from above, watched her stand up, his expression unchanged, and said:

'Broken leg?"


Ashley's hand against the sofa was held tightly, so small that no one noticed, but in just a moment, it relaxed again, without a sound, without an explanation, just quietly holding her hand tightly. She used all her will and strength to speed up her steps.

Suddenly, she stopped next to Troy, holding her hand in front of Troy's face.

Troy didn't know why she stopped in front of him. That long figure also stopped for a moment, looked at her but didn't say a word, he quietly followed her every move in his eyes.

As soon as Ashley opened her lips, her eyes looked fiercely at Troy before her, bringing her palm close to Troy's face.

Troy's glasses hung down on his nose, no longer looking neat in clothes like before. After experiencing the 'flood', his hairstyle and face were unbearable.

Looking at the palm in front of him, he blinked a few times. "What do you mean?"

'Money, have you forgotten? 200 thousand performance fee, you have agreed."

Ashley's muffled voice was even more broken due to choking on water, sounding like gravel and sand being rubbed, hard to hear, making others' throats itch.

Troy couldn't help but feel his throat itch. He quickly took out his wallet from his chest. The check is already wet. This cannot be used anymore. He hesitated for a moment, thinking about the relationship between this ugly person and the Milan family. The decision was not simple. He moved his mind and reluctantly took out a card from his wallet:

"Miss Ashley, the check is wet, please take this card..."

He was talking when suddenly a voice rang out:

'She dares to take this money, Troy, do you dare to give it to her?"

Troy's hands shook, he looked at that excellent man in surprise... This...

'Mr. Milan, what do you mean... This money, don't give it to Miss Ashley?" Troy is a business-savvy person, so naturally he could understand the meaning of those words as soon as he heard it, but he wasn't too sure, he felt strange in his heart.

Milan didn't look at Troy, but he also didn't refute Troy's words, this was very clear - Troy was right.

Ashley's already pale face, covered with a layer of ash, suddenly turned her head: "What are you based on? This is the bonus that I used to bet. Milan, you are not qualified to make this decision."

She was angry, so angry that she almost forgot she was a humble person.

But she... is still the same, it's just that Ashley is left with only a corpse, still as humble as before.

'Based on what?" He smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, based on her life that he saved… The bottom of Milan's heart seemed to be on fire, but the ice in his eyes froze: "Based on me - Milan Elise."

'That's my money, that's the money I should have." Her eye sockets were red, she quickly bowed her head, Ashley, don't cry, there's nothing to cry about. I went through all the hardships, just being teased for a while.

Ashley, your miserable life is not worth the money, it's so bad that you can use it as a bet, the moment you decide to bet your life, your life is no longer your life Besides, it's just a trade-off in this transaction. It's a transaction and there will be times when it fails... Ashley, there's nothing to be sad about, there's nothing to cry about.

'You ask me what I rely on, I already told you, this place is the Paradise Club, my words count." 

The man's cold voice reached Ashley's ears: 'As for the reason, I tell you, your life is not worth 200 thousand dollars."

An invisible knife slashed hard at her heart.

Instinctively, Ashley raised her hand to cover her chest... She wanted to press hard on her chest, press it until it hurt, but her hand moved in mid-air and fell limply to her feet. She was still very rational and opened her mouth: 'Mr. Milan is right, my life is not worth the money."

It was he who said her life wasn't worth money, and it was he who said she should go to hell, but when she admitted with her mouth that her life wasn't worth money, Milan couldn't help but feel unbearably heartbroken. 

Frustration rising little by little, Milan rudely shouted: "Come with me." then turned around and left.

Ashley did the same.

Milan's walking speed is not slow. Ashley gritted her teeth and used all her strength to follow the figure in front of her.

Her leg hurt like a broken bone, her left waist was empty, and only pain remained, except for the pain, she didn't feel anything.

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead. A person like her who doesn't sweat when it's hot, but is in so much pain that she exudes layers of cold sweat.

It's just that she was wet from head to toe. Even though she was sweating a lot, she couldn't tell if it was sweat or water.

Milan took a step forward, entered the elevator, and just as he looked up, the woman was still 3 or 4 meters away from him. His eyebrows couldn't help but twitch, he coldly shouted:

"Hurry up."

Ashley's booming voice rang out: "Almost here." Gritting her teeth, she quickly ignored the pain in her leg and increased her speed to chase.