Chapter 593
Chapter 593:
Her words left Ashton momentarily flustered, unsure how to respond.
To the onlookers, who knew nothing of their true relationship, they appeared as a striking pair, exuding a familiar closeness that attracted whispers and admiring glances.
“You two must be the leading faces of Skyline Group’s branch in Staville, correct?” someone remarked warmly. “I’ve heard so much about you both. It’s no wonder the company has thrived under your leadership!”
“You two are a match made in heaven! So… when can we expect the wedding?” someone quipped with a grin.
Abrial seemed to bask in the compliments, her face lighting up with a warm smile.
Ashton, however, felt a pang of discomfort. If word reached Rosalie, all the way over in Inewood, he knew he’d be in hot water.
Just as he was about to set the record straight, a figure emerged from the crowd and came to stand directly in front of them.
Ashton froze for a split second, his eyes widening as he recognized the person.
It was none other than Fraser—the very man Ashton had been relentlessly searching for.
At the bidding event, which drew nearly every major player from Staville, Fraser recognized a golden opportunity to finally make his move.
Past disappointments had only been minor hiccups, yet now, success wasn’t just desirable—it was essential.
Fraser made his way to the venue personally, coordinating with the clandestine operatives of the Dark Night Organization both within and outside the premises.
But upon his arrival at the bustling Fultz Hotel, he unexpectedly caught sight of Ashton, the very person he loathed.
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To Fraser’s surprise, Ashton was not alone; he was whispering closely with a woman, their interaction hinting at a deeper, perhaps romantic connection.
Fraser had continuously drilled into himself the mantra that the organization’s agenda took precedence over all personal vendettas.
He was acutely aware of the need to steer clear of Ashton, a man with robust ties to the local police force.
However, witnessing Ashton’s tender interaction with another woman made Fraser’s blood boil, pushing his patience to the brink.
Common sense dictated restraint, yet the sight before him whispered seductively of an opportunity to shatter Rosalie’s illusions about Ashton.
Succumbing to a powerful surge of impulse, Fraser cut through the crowd, his face a mask of resolve as he moved to intercept Ashton.
Unbeknownst to Ashton, it was Abrial’s innocent gesture that had inadvertently coaxed Fraser from his shadows, setting the stage for an unforeseen confrontation.
Ashton quickly recovered his poise. Now wasn’t the moment to confront Fraser; he lacked concrete evidence to link him to the Dark Night Organization. It was essential to bide his time and wait for Fraser to slip up.
To keep Fraser from suspecting that he was onto him, Ashton played dumb about the whole scheme.
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