<h4>Chapter 578: Chapter 577: The ominous premonition is getting stronger and stronger</h4>


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    Joanna Lawrence was carried out of the bathroom by Ashton Heath.


    She raised a pair of teary eyes, the pupils red and filled with usation as she looked at him.


    The man beside her spoke softly and gently, his tone full of patience and love, "Alright, baby, it was my fault just now. Don’t cry anymore, it breaks my heart to see you like this."


    "You won’t look good if your eyes be swollen from crying."


    Joanna didn’t say a word, just red-eyed, aggrieved, and angry, glowering at him.


    This silent usation was more headache-inducing than her crying and making a scene with Ashton.


    But he knew that he had indeed gone too far this time, bullying her too hard.


    So, the man had a great attitude admitting his mistakes, patiently and softly coaxing, "It’s my fault, it’s my fault. You can hit or scold me. As long as my baby stops crying, anything is fine."


    "Sweetheart, don’t cry anymore."


    "Tell me, what do I have to do to get your forgiveness?"


    Thinking of how he had bullied her so hard, Joanna felt that she couldn’t let him off easily.


    Her ck pupils swirled, a hint of craftiness shing in her eyes.


    "This is what you said. Whatever I want, really?"


    Ashton Heath nodded: "Mm-hmm."


    Joanna stared at his face, prettier than a woman’s, and hooked up a wicked grin, "Okay, then we agree. You must not go back on your word."


    Ashton suddenly had a bad premonition. He looked down at the girl in his arms who was grinning maliciously and couldn’t help but ask, "Baby, what do you want me to do? Are you trying to trap me?"


    "No, no." Joanna pursed her lips, secretly delighted, and cleared her throat, "Am I that kind of person?"


    Ashton Heath: "..."


    He felt she was precisely that kind of person.


    "So tell me, what do you want me to do?"


    "Actually, it’s very simple. There’s no difficulty for you at all."


    "So?"


    What did she want him to do in the end?


    Could she give him a straight answer?


    Joanna put on a mysterious demeanor: "You don’t need to do anything for now, I’ll tell youter."


    Ashton Heath: "?!?!"


    Why was that ominous feeling growing stronger and stronger in his heart?


    *


    The next day, as she didn’t have to go to school, Joanna slept inte.


    When she finished freshening up and went downstairs, Ashton Heath had already finished breakfast and gone to thepany.


    Joanna made an appointment with Linda to meet in a cafe downtown. After eating, she asked the driver to take her to the agreed ce.


    When she got out of the car, she happened to bump into Linda, who was getting out of a BMW car.


    The two ran into each other in the underground parking lot. Seeing her, Linda was stunned for a moment and then thoughtfully nced at the Rolls-Royce behind Joanna.


    Back when Linda was still Annie’s agent, she had known that Joanna was dating a very wealthy man.


    At one point, it had made Annie particrly annoyed.


    That time, she saw the man driving a limited-edition Lamborghini.


    This time, Joanna got out of a limited-edition Rolls-Royce.


    People who had one of the limited-edition luxury cars that cost tens of millions of dors were already impressive, and now another one...


    It was also a limited-edition luxury car worth tens of millions of dors.


    Linda couldn’t afford these cars, but she knew very well the distinguished and distinguished status of those who owned these limited-edition luxury cars.


    What’s more...


    She also saw that man’s appearance that day.


    Even now, recalling it, Linda felt amazed.


    In her nearly ten years in the entertainment industry, she had seen countless good-looking artists under her wing.


    But even the best-looking male artist she had ever worked with was not one-tenth as attractive as that man.


    It was not just about looks, but also an overwhelming aura.


    That air of nobility, supreme dominance, and powerful charisma was hard to find in a second person.


    If one did not grow up in an environment of extreme wealth and privilege, it was impossible to cultivate such an aura.


    David Benington also came from a well-off family background.


    His looks and abilities were considered good amongst his peers.


    But no matter how good,parisons can be harsh.


    Compared to the man she saw that day, the phrase "worlds apart" was vividly and thoroughly illustrated.