Chapter 89 Smoking (2/2)

”I have some work to talk about.”

”Please help Ashley, Mr. Jasper.” Without any hesitation,

Drugged one night by her ex-boyfriend, a mysterious man took advantage of her in an ecstatic night filled with sex.

To take her revenge, she married the man, and used him.

”As long as I'm alive, I'm still his legal wife, while all of you are just his mistresses.”

She remained adamant even when he was involved in scandals with other women.

Eventually she stormed off after she learned that he had betrayed her again.But life brought her back to him a few years later, to his astonishment.

he had done to annoy him. She said cautiously, ”then I'll send the recording to your phone?”

”Yes.” Standing outside the car, Jasper flicked a cigarette and asked, ”what happened between you and Francis?”

Ashley's heart jolted.

When she was in the first round of training, Jasper had asked her the relationship between her and Francis. She answered that she had already broken up with Francis. However, the contents of the recording were completely different. Obviously, what Jasper asked was the sign of anger.

She thought about it and said, ”it's just like what we said in the recording.”

Irritably, Jasper took a drag on his cigarette. ”You have forgotten everything I told you, haven't you?”

Her relationship with him first was boss, then agent, and finally friends. Although they could get along like friends, she was more afraid of him when they had a dispute.

When Jasper finished his last word, Ashley's face turned pale immediately. ”No, I remember everything.”

”Really?” ”So what's the relationship between you and Francis now? Look at you two. Are you together again?” Jasper sneered.

Ashley's face was paler, not only because of fear, but also because of humiliation. She was angry with the man beside her and she had natural fear about him, the man also forced to interfere with her private affairs. She bit her lips and said, ”yes.”

”You are really doing well, Ashley.” The man finally finished smoking. He opened the door, threw the cigarette into the trash can, sat down and slammed the door.

The heavy slam of the door was like a knife stabbing into her heart, and she felt a sudden pain in her heart. In her hand was the cigarette he gave her, which was burning alone, as if mocking her shyness and blush.

Fatigue, mixed with all sorts of emotions, crowed her mind to the chest, and she took a deep drag on the cigarette. The smell of nicotine oil was exhaled slowly from her lungs to her lips, and a beautiful smoke ring filled the car. As Jasper said, she learned it quickly.

Ashley raised her eyes and looked at the man. ”You've flattered me, Mr. Jasper.”