Love At The Wrong Table

She thought Emmanuel was much more idle than Sage. Besides chauffeuring his wife all day, who knew what else he would normally be up to?! Still, she couldn’t bring herself to ask Emmanuel to teach her, for that way, he would become her master!

No! Absolutely no way! She despised him and his sister. The Lowe siblings were good people.

“If your strength improves, it will be beneficial for future investigations. At least you won’t have your life nearly taken by a woman from the Holy Fire organization with a single strike!” Emmanuel didn’t know what she was thinking and continued to speak.

“Hmph, the next time I encounter that woman, I’ll definitely shoot her dead!” Ashton said in a somewhat boastful manner. As the reigning female combat champion, she has a reputation after all!

Given what she said, Emmanuel couldn’t continue the conversation.

Instead, Ashton, thinking since Emmanuel had saved her, wanted to give him some important information, which Sage had wanted to tell him that night.

“Hey, Claudette Lenoir might not be dead.”

“What… what did you say?” Emmanuel immediately stopped the car, turned to look at her, and anxiously asked, “Explain clearly. Is there new progress in the investigation?”

“Don’t you already have a wife? Why are you so

Emmanuel boomed.

in his heart. He couldn’t accept Ashton beating around the bush on this

feeling somewhat wronged at the moment, reluctantly explained, “We found some clothing fragments and even hair follicles with

immediately saying, “So, you mean Claudette might still be

He knew Claudette’s physical condition better than anyone else. Without his medical skills, she could have died at any moment. Moreover, falling from such a high place, who could have possibly saved her? Yet, as long as Claudette’s body hadn’t been found, he couldn’t

for Claudette, Ashton couldn’t help

a wife, yet he cared so much about other women. If he were just a typical scumbag who cared about any pretty woman he saw, it would be

Why must he

died at any moment. Moreover, falling from such a high place, who could have possibly saved her? Yet, as long as Claudette’s body hadn’t been found, he couldn’t definitively say she was dead. At least he had

Ashton couldn’t help but sneer again. What a

wife, yet he cared so much about other women. If he were just a typical scumbag who cared about any pretty woman he saw, it would be one thing, but he played double

must he treat me so poorly?!