When There Is Nothing Left But Love

My knees and arms were bloody from being knocked to the ground, and my body was covered in dust.

I was lucky that these were only superficial wounds. Ashton lowered his head and tended to my wounds. There was a hint of anger on his perfectly sculpted face. His anger became even more obvious when I flinched as he was sanitizing my wounds with iodine solution.

He lifted his head and looked at me as he asked in a low voice, “Does it hurt?”

I shook my head and managed a slight smile. “Not really!” I wasn’t lying. After all, they were just external wounds, so it was nothing unbearable.

He pursed his lips and continued to work on my wounds. I knew he was mad at me for not staying at home.

Ashton had not said a single word even after he was done with my wounds. Just then, Joseph sent over some clothes for me to change into. He tried to say something but he bit his tongue at the sight of his boss.

Ashton turned to look at me. “Can you change on your own?”

I nodded. Of course I can.

He hummed in acknowledgement and said nothing else.

private restroom. Soon after, Joseph’s voice

Fuller, I’ve done the investigation. The things that CBU had launched last month came directly from Fuller Corporation. They made no changes to

after it had been launched. However, no further follow-ups ensued. Ashton and Armond did not seem like they were interested to get

decided to rebuild another machinery. I had thought that that would be the end of the problem, but now it was clear as day that someone was

CBU be able to launch such a big-scale AI exhibition, showcasing its sophisticated technology without stirring up any response both locally and internationally? Everything about it did not

for us to assemble the AI without the core technology. Then, spread the word that Fuller Corporation had been ransacked in A City, and list out everything that we

media outlets. We have identified all reporters who had gotten too close, or hurt Mrs. Fuller in any way through the security footage at our entrance. They have all promised that the identified personnel will never be employed

“Good.”

fell silent. It seemed like

since my wounds

heading out of the private restroom, I was greeted by the sight of Ashton working. Glancing at me,

head. “No.

my lips

seriously. “All media outlets and TV stations in K City will never employ them.” There was not

nodded and said nothing else. I knew that it wasn’t easy for reporters to climb the ranks in K City’s media industry, especially to the ranks of being able to get firsthand news and to