When There Is Nothing Left But Love

When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 822

“Oh, I’m not a fast typist,” I replied, startled.

“That’s fine. I’ll dictate, and you type,” Ashton said impatiently as he stood up for me to take his seat.

He pulled me to his chair before I could protest. “Fuller Corporation and its subsidiaries…” Ashton began his narration.

After a few paragraphs, I couldn’t take it any longer. “These are your work documents, so it’s not appropriate for me to be looking at inside information of the company.”

“My arm is injured,” he said stubbornly.

I didn’t know what to say to that, so the only thing I could do was what he wanted.

Rebecca stood at the corner of the room, her exquisite face looking pale.

After a continuous couple of days of frantic activity for the Lavelian Village project, we finally had the chance to take a break.

To our surprise, Harvest Festival was almost upon us. Back in the city, I racked my brain for a way to apply for a leave from Armond for a trip back to K City.

I had been on the phone with Summer every night for the past couple of days. She told me that she missed me, and my eyes welled up with tears every time I heard that.

afternoon, Ashton had invited Armond for a discussion regarding the next phase of the Lavelian Village project. Since I had nothing to do, I planned to return to the villa to pack

call was unexpected. “Scarlett, do you

sorry, Ms. Larson. Now is not a good time. You

that I have heard you had a near-death experience in

froze. How did she know

your concern,

a pity that you’re busy at the moment, Ms. Stovall,” said Rebecca. “I was thinking of talking to you about that incident. Perhaps

matter. It had been such a hectic few days that I had completely forgotten to follow up with him. And now

you mean?” I asked

someone to do a little digging on my own and I’ve found something interesting. If

headed

agreed to and

to locate. Rebecca was already seated when I arrived and was admiring the

here but did not deign to look at me at first. She narrowed her eyes and took another sip of her coffee. “It tasted its best when it was bitter. It’s not the same

not respond to that. I did not enjoy

time. “Ms. Larson,

not!” she

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