Sinclair replied: I knew it. Don’t worry, for I’ll handle it. However, I might need your help to wake him up.

Ashlyn responded swiftly: Sure.

After that, Ashlyn tossed her phone aside and shut her eyes before letting out a long sigh. Many things were plaguing her recently.

Why does it seem like I’m busy every day?

Back in the hotel’s presidential suite, Ryan had just stepped out of the shower.

He dried his hair briefly before jumping into bed.

Some time later, he was suddenly reminded of something.

Pulling his phone out, he found a photo of a woman and stared at her.

Without a word, he stroked his chin and fell deep into thought.

Do we really resemble each other?

for photos

just a search

disfigured so he could compare her face

blurry. She was an ordinary young girl and did not take many photos, unlike

really

Something seems off.

wild idea flashed across

the Yates family. No way Ashlyn is Mary’s daughter. It’s obvious Mary dotes on Penelope, and she treats Ashlyn harshly. Did something go wrong

very thought

bed as his face

out what happened. No one can manipulate the Yates

darkened as he gave his

minutes later, he hung up and flopped back into

thinking about Ashlyn’s gorgeous face

a dorm for each of

and eighteenth floors of the hotel were its employee dorm and rest area. Each

was applying medicine to the wound on his calf as he bit

and inflamed. He did not deal with it in time, so it worsened as time

hydrogen

once, bubbles formed above his

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