Chapter: 169
A few steps later, she recognized a familiar vehicle.
Her eyes brightened momentarily, and she quickly adopted a sorrowful, wounded look as she neared the car.
However, when the door swung open, it wasn't Alan.
Instead, Miguel, seated in a wheelchair, greeted her. Ashley's face transformed instantly.
Miguel was not someone to trifle with.
"Ashley, it's been a while. You haven't aged a day, still as radiant as ever despite your involvement with an old man."
A pang of fear struck Ashley. She hadn't told a soul about her past with the old man abroad.
Since she hadn't registered her marriage, Ashley was excluded from the massive inheritance.
This circumstance had its benefits and drawbacks. Anyone attempting to unearth her past would find nothing, which emboldened her to brazenly return to Osewood in hopes of winning Alan back.
But was her secret truly safe anymore?
If Miguel were to reveal her, she wouldn't find a place in Osewood.
“Miguel, what are you trying to say?" she asked.
"You're an astute woman. Recognize your worth. If you collaborate with me, I can ensure you reach your objectives."
Ashley gazed at Miguel, her trust faltering.
To her, Miguel was akin to a treacherous serpent, always poised to strike.
"You seem skeptical." Miguel chuckled. "But you'll seek me out soon enough, Ashley. A cunning woman like you and I are an ideal pairing."
Before Ashley could reply, Miguel shut the car door abruptly. She could only scowl as the vehicle sped off, leaving her in the chill, her skin crawling with goosebumps.
Miguel's presence confirmed her fears; the situation was more intricate than she had anticipated.
The following morning, Ashley arrived at the office early, intent on confronting those who had embarrassed her the previous day.
Though she hadn't seen the culprits, she suspected Megan was involved.
True to her suspicion, Megan approached her as soon as Ashley entered the department, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"How did the toilet water smell? Did it cleanse away all traces of your so-called rich girl allure?"
Ashley had once crafted an image of herself as a sophisticated socialite, a persona now vulnerable and ripe for mockery.
“I'm not sure, why don't you test it yourself and see?" Ashley retorted sharply.