In a fit of anger, I raised my leg and kicked Ashton off the bed. Completely caught off guard, he rolled off and landed on the carpeted floor, which undoubtedly cushioned his fall.
He sat up almost instantly and looked at me with a mixture of exasperation and amusement, the blazing fire in him seemingly doused. With his gaze still fixed on me, he growled, “You’ve got guts, Scarlett!”
I clutched my head and ignored his remark. Glaring at him, I spat, “If you touch me again, it won’t be so simple as getting kicked off the bed.”
With that, I pulled the blanket over myself, making sure to wrap it firmly around me before closing my eyes to sleep.
I didn’t expect that even without doing anything, Ashton would continue gazing at me with a sexually frustrated look on his face. After a long time, he finally went to the bathroom with a sulky expression.
With everything that happened, my head was hurting so badly I couldn’t fall asleep at all.
I fumbled for my phone and went through my contacts for John’s number.
The person who answered the call was a woman instead of John. Her voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t seem to recall who it was.
Hence, I merely said, “Hi, I’m looking for John.”
The woman replied calmly, “He’s in the shower. He’ll probably be out in about five minutes. If you trust me enough, you can tell me and I’ll relay your message to him. If you don’t want to, you can call again after five minutes.”
I paused briefly before explaining, “I need his help to keep an eye on Marcus’ funeral matters as well as Sally. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Ms. Stovall,” the woman responded in an amicable tone. After thanking her again, I hung up the call.
I still couldn’t put my finger on the woman’s identity, so I simply chose to set it aside.
Not long after I ended the call, Ashton came out of the bathroom with some vapor still clinging to his body. After wiping himself dry, he climbed into bed.
To avoid him, I deliberately turned so that my back was facing him. When he pulled me against his chest, I immediately tried to squirm out.
However, he caged me in with his arms and coaxed, “Behave. I won’t touch you.”
I pursed my lips and huffed, “Go away. I can’t sleep with you so close to me.”
“You have two choices. Either we sleep like this, or I’ll pull you closer to me. Of course, if you wanna join bodies, I’m all for it too. So, what’s it going to be, hmm?”
A**hole…
…
News of Marcus’ death blew up the next day. Many citizens pointed fingers at Sally, accusing her of plotting the death of the family of three so that she could have White Corporation all to herself.
Three consecutive deaths no doubt raised many suspicions. Except for Benjamin who died a natural death, both Sharon and Marcus had committed suicide. Hence, it was clear that there was more to the story than met the eye.
The Bauman elderly couple, Anthony and Sophia, were prominent figures in K City. The fact that both their daughter and grandson had committed suicide didn’t add up. Hence, they ordered the police to conduct a thorough investigation for both deaths.
Something of this magnitude was breaking news. Even if Anthony and Sophia didn’t bring it to attention, the police would’ve taken action.
Thus, Sally was brought in for interrogation and barred from participating in anything related to the White family and White Corporation’s financial flow.
She wasn’t even allowed to step into the White residence, the reason being that everything inside could be crucial to their investigation and that the place itself might be a crime scene.
In other words, Sally was basically banned from everything.
As a result, she was homeless and could only temporarily live in our villa since it was huge. The place that Ashton had previously arranged for Dr. Linnard was vacant ever since she left, so Sally moved in.
When Stacey called me, I was staring absent-mindedly at the show playing on TV.
Sally moved into the villa just then and I couldn’t help but feel on edge since she had indirectly caused so many people’s deaths.
Perhaps she was aware of my hostility toward her, she only squinted her eyes at me without saying anything else.
She was still Ashton’s aunt after all. Even if I hated her, there was nothing I could do about it, so I stayed silent as well.
As soon as I answered my phone, Stacey’s low voice drifted across. “Meet me at the café on the third floor of Fortuna Complex.”
After leaving me with a simple sentence, she swiftly hung up the call.
Usually, this meant that she had discovered something major.
After getting ready, I was about to head out when I ran into Sally at the door. She was wearing a black coat with a dark green scarf around her neck. A faint smile formed on her ageless face as she looked at me. “Are you going out?”
I grunted in affirmation but wasn’t inclined to continue the conversation.
She stood in my way with derision gleaming in her eyes. “Why are you in such a hurry? Who are you meeting?”
She was obviously looking to stir up trouble. “Ms. Fuller, do you need something?”
Raising her brows, she answered in a nonchalant tone, “No. I just wanted to have a nice chat with my niece-in-law. After all, we’re still a family, so we have to get along well from here on out, don’t you agree?”
I pursed my lips and said placidly, “So, what exactly do you want to chat about with me?”
“About your conflict with Cameron and Rebecca, of course. To be honest, Cameron is indeed a detestable woman. She may look gentle and graceful, but she is actually rotten on the inside. I don’t like women like her either. Not to mention, she killed my grandnephew. Speaking of which, she and the Fullers are officially at loggerheads.”
