'Furthermore, Ashley, if you report me, your father will also go with me to plead guilty."

Ashley was angry. It wasn't because Giselle said Mr. Fletcher would be in trouble, but because the person who did wrong, didn't know how to repent, and acted so arrogantly to threaten everyone.


Ashley looked deeply at Giselle.

"Are you threatening me with Patterson Corporation?"

"Ashley, report me, by then the whole world will know that Patterson Corporation is just an empty shell. I'm happy to see you lose everything. You lost everything, and you can still stand in front of me and question me, and still be so arrogant."


The person she hated the most was Ashley, what right did she have to be so arrogant?

A person who was once so lowly, what right did she have to come back and after three years, live a better life than her.


Ashley was dirty and despicable, such a woman, that she could never compare to?

"What talent do you have, didn't you just inherit your father's career? What you have, is all given to you by your family. No, that's not right. You took the company from your family. Ashley, you are not only despicable but also very dark. Even your family doesn't forgive you."

Paul's hands trembled: "What nonsense are you talking about? The chairman said not to mention the past, how long do you want to cause trouble?"

Giselle suddenly went crazy, tilted her head fiercely, and glared at Paul: "What do you think you are better than me? Didn't you also despise this woman at first, saying that she was so cruel that she wouldn't spare her family?"

Paul's face turned pale, looking at Ashley: "Chairman, it's not... It's not like you think."

"Don't deny it anymore. You have the guts to say it but not the guts to admit it?

At least I'm a little better than you, I did it, I admit it. "Ashley, do you think you can convince many people? Do you know what the whole company secretly calls you? Black Widow. Oh, I forgot, you are a criminal who never graduated from high school and was sent to a labor camp, how do you know what Black Widow means. Do you want me to explain it to you?"

Ashley silently looked at the extremely angry face in front of her, she had never been angry, today, she was even less angry.

"Have you said enough?"

Giselle's chest heaved violently, her eyes filled with anger, Ashley opened her mouth and asked softly.

"Giselle, you know, why, I just agreed not to mind you revealing the secret, let you go?"

Giselle stretched her neck, it could be seen that she didn't want to hear Ashley say much.

"Why does it have to be like this?" Ashley sighed softly.

Giselle rolled her eyes and looked over: "No need for your pity. Who are you complaining to?"

"Why must it be like this... Giselle, about revealing the secret, you didn't ask for details, nor did you ask if I agreed. Do you know why I don't care about this? If you wanted to harm Patterson Group, with so many media outlets reporting it, Patterson Group's capital would be cut off, if you just wanted to spread it, the world would have known it long ago."

Ashley's clear eyes immediately fell into Giselle's heart: "But the truth is, in front of you, only Kane Filoch knows about this."

When she was still in the company, she had already thought about these things.

News is a winged letter, if someone wants to spread it, the whole world will know it, like that, the whole world already knows.

"Giselle, why do you have to be like this? Is it because you hate me?" So every sentence is an excuse?

Giselle was suddenly stunned, the next second she pursed her lips, arrogantly glaring at Ashley: "I hate you so much. In this life, the person I hate the most is you. I have never hated anyone as much as you. But I, Giselle, at least not to the point of losing my mind. The entire Patterson Group, from top to bottom, relies on the Patterson Group for survival, that is, thousands of families. Even if I hate you so much that I want to slap you, I will not cause many employees to lose their jobs for my benefit."

Ashley looked at Giselle for a long time, suddenly let out a laugh, and reached out to push Giselle away: "I have to say, you are much more adorable now."

She raised her hand to look at her watch: "It's getting late, I'll take my leave first."

Paul was on the side, trembling with fear: "General Manager when I said that at first, it was because..."

"Okay." Ashley didn't let Paul speak at length, she immediately opened her mouth, Paul's face turned pale in the next second, "I've already said it." Ashley calmly said: "This month's bonus will not be cut because you admit your mistakes or argue back."

After speaking, Ashley reached out to open the door: "Giselle, although I forgive you, you can't stay in Patterson Group, if you hate me, then hate me." She walked out of the door, turned around and looked inside the house: "Find a good person, live a good life." On her face was still the arrogant expression that Giselle hated the most: "I allow you to hate me to death."

Giselle just silently watched that limping back disappear before her eyes.

After a long while, she seemed to disappear into the clouds, "Paul, what does she mean?" She suddenly jumped up, angrily stomping her feet: "What I hate the most is her self-righteousness. Report me. I'm not an idiot."

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In the night wind, when Ashley returned home, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

As soon as she opened the door, she habitually changed into a pair of slippers that had been neatly folded there, the slippers seemed to be waiting for their owner to return, a pair of pink, soft, rabbit-shaped slippers, in late autumn, very warm to wear.

She was surprised, the living room lights were so dark.

Is he asleep?

Her finger pressed the living room light switch, in a flash, the room was filled with warm light.

She instinctively looked out at the living room.

Is there no one?

So she hurriedly went to the balcony. There was still a pair of professional binoculars on the balcony, but there was not a single person.

Where is he?

In a panic, she turned around and walked into the bedroom, her steps were a bit hurried, she pushed the door open, turned on the light, and did it all in one go.

Her heart was in chaos, but she finally calmed down.

She took two steps, walked to where he was lying, squatted down, looked at his messy hair, exposed outside the blanket, if she didn't know who was under the blanket, didn't look at that face, she felt, this person in front of her, was still a bit adorable, messy hair exposed, the whole person curled up into a shrimp shape.

People say, when sleeping, curling up, there is no sense of security.

Milan doesn't have a sense of security?

She couldn't help but feel funny and naturally shook her head... She felt the person who said those conclusions must be a liar, all of it was nonsense.

She didn't understand why Milan didn't have a sense of security.

Even if the whole world was unsafe, Milan couldn't help but feel secure.

The person in the blanket seemed to have woken up, moved, opened his sleepy eyes, rubbed his eyes, and said softly: 'Ashley, you're back, I've cooked noodles, let me go get it for you." 

Perhaps, she was really hungry, the woman was very gentle, and did not refuse, 'Okay."