hapter 57
<b>Chapter </b><b>57 </b>
Ashton had a very pleasant voice. Every time he lowered his tone, it always tugged at the corners of Briar’s mouth.
The two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, squeezed together as they gazed at the stars. Whether it was the refreshing breeze or <b>the </b>intoxicating scent of each other, Briar’s ears were turning red without her even realizing it.
Down in the hotel lobby, Brandon didn’t show up in person. Instead, he called over the hotel’s general manager and asked him to get rid of the few people lingering around Ashton’s car.
By sheer coincidence, the general manager was a forty–five–year–old middle–aged man with a receding hairline, though he wore a toupee to cover it, a slightly protruding belly held in by a belt, and a sharp, businesslike suit.
His appearance was almost identical to the man in the video that the Jennings family’s bodyguards had obtained from the Shoneport University gatekeeper earlier that day.
When the Jennings family’s bodyguards saw this middle–aged man striding toward the Bentley–no, toward them–they immediately understood.
There was no need for the man to say anything. The bodyguards left without a fuss.
If the big boss himself hade out to chase them away, there was no way they could take Briar back. They’d better hurry back and report.
The guests staying at the Spring Hotel were all prominent figures in Shoneport.
So, the Jennings family’s bodyguards, armed with this usible truth, recounted everything they had seen to Edgar verbatim.
Edgar was speechless. He had known it all along. He had known that Briar wouldn’t find any good support.
A middle–aged man, just because he had some money and a bit of power, was enough for Briar to willingly degrade herself.
After waiting for so long, this was the news he received. Edgar sat in the living room, unable to calm down for a long time. He didn’t even
notice when Beatrice came over.
“Dad, Briar really- Dad, don’t get angry. It’s not good for your health. When Briares back, Mom and I will have a serious talk with her,” Beatrice said, having overheard the entire conversation between her father and the bodyguards from the stairway corner.
She came down now, pretending to care about Edgar’s health, but in reality, she was just adding fuel to the fire about Briar,
Edgar waved his hand. “I know. You’re always the most well–behaved one, never causing me any worry.”
As he spoke, Edgar suddenly remembered the wee party he had thrown for Briarst time. Beatrice had been framed. She wasn’t trouble–free either.
Beatrice, unaware that Edgar had associated her with Briar, said a few more things to drive a wedge between Edgar and Briar before leaving,
satisfied.
She still had to make a video call to Javier. She hadn’t seen him when she went to register at Shoneport University earlier in the day and had been distracted all day. She wondered why Javier hadn’t gone to school.
It was after ten o’clock in the evening when Ashton and Briar walked out of the Spring Hotel. The general manager followed behind,
respectfully seeing Ashton off.
Ashton personally opened the back door of the car for Briar. “It’s gettingte. I’ll take your home,” he said.
Briar didn’t refuse. Her motorcycle was parked at Moonspring Estate and she hadn’t ridden it over. “Okay<i>,</i><i>” </i>she said.
Once inside the car, Briar gave the address of Moonspring Estate to the driver, Brandon. “Yes, Miss Jennings,” he replied promptly<b>. </b>
Ashton, who got in the car afterward, overheard this and feigned surprise. “Is that where you’re living now?”
Briar didn’t hide it. She nodded. “Yeah, it’s a vi I bought before school started. It’s really close to the university–just a few minutes <b>walk</b><b>. </b>
<b><i>AD</i></b>