GoodReadChapter 587 The security guard's face went pale as a sheet. With a resigned shake of his head, he turned to leave. Ashley, feeling bored and restless on her own, got up to wander around. She thought she heard the faintest trickle of water and decided to follow the sound.
Stopping next to a bathroom, she noticed the door was slightly ajar. Figuring that if someone hadn't bothered to lock it, they probably didn't mind being seen, she plucked up scourage and nudged the door open a bit more. Through the gap, she spotted a man in the middle of getting dressed.
His shirt was only half-buttoned, exposing his chest, which looked like it was riddled with scars that resembled crawling centipedes. The sight was enough to send chills down her spine, and she let out an involuntary scream.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe man's head snapped up, and he hastily pulled his shirt closed. "Who let you in?" His voice was sharp and filled with anger, like a storm about to break.
Ashley's face drained of color. "I didn't mean to peek," she stammered. "I was just curious..." "Curious about what?" His voice was icy, cutting through the air.
He straightened his shirt with deliberate movements and strode over to her, his footsteps heavy. His eyes, clear as the night sky, held a gaze that was both mesmerizing and intimidating.
Ashley took a step back instinctively. "I was just trying to find you, didn't expect you to be in here," she said, unable to stop her eyes from darting back to the scars, a mix of shock and unease in her gaze. "Did you see my scars?" he asked.
Ashley nodded.
"Are you afraid?" She paused for a moment before shaking her head. "I'm not afraid of them. Just curious about how you got such intense scars." He let out a dry chuckle, as if mocking her words. Everyone who saw those scars looked at him with the smix of horror and revulsion. Everyone except one person.
Gathering her courage, Ashley asked, "You're the McCoy family heir. Who would dare do this to you? Doesn't your family care?" Without a word, he turned and walked into his study, settling into a black leather swivel chair. With a face as unreadable as stone, he coldly said, "Ashley, do you know what's in this bottle?" As if on cue, a hidden compartment in the wall slid open, revealing a glowing glass bottle. Inside was formaldehyde and a bright red... tongue.
Ashley gasped and stumbled back, falling to the floor.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"If you breathe a word of this, I'll cut out your tongue," he said softly, his voice like a whisper that sent shivers down her spine.
"I won't say anything," she promised, panic in her voice.
"Really? Then why did you tell Mr. Howard about my hacking skills?" Her eyes widened in disbelief. "How did you find out?" His expression darkened. "Hmm?" Ashley realized she had crossed a line. This man despised anyone prying into his affairs.
"Our Stewart family got hit by a top-level hacker, leaking tons of Qur data. It's crippled our operations. G was hoping you could help us out," 'she admitted.
He smirked, a cold, mischievous grin playing on his lips "gave you a plan. e Why didn't you use it?" Ashley recalled what he meant. "A grand reconciliation? That won't
work. Grandpa said if we went that route, the Stewart art family's reputation would be in the gutter."
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