When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Is she looking for John?” I pursed my lips in displeasure.

Ashton placed his hand on the steering wheel and raised his brows. “Seems like it.”

Things were about to get interesting.

“C’mon. Let’s go watch the show!” I got out of the car and strode toward the company’s lobby, going after the skimpily dressed Yvonne. Even if she was here to see John, she should at least have the decency to dress properly. But the way she was dressed right then seemed out of character, even for her.

“Miss, do you have an appointment?” Yvonne was stopped by the front desk.

“I’m looking for John. Don’t even try to stop me.” Yvonne seemed slightly off and everything the front desk personnel said to her fell on deaf ears as she rushed in.

However, she seemed to have overlooked the fact that there were security guards here. She was hauled out of the lobby by them and politely warned against trespassing. Otherwise, they would have no choice but to get physical with her.

However, Yvonne remained undeterred. Even the security guards’ stern warning failed to get through to her and once again, she charged into the lobby like a madwoman. The guards were startled but quickly formed a barricade outside the entrance.

Seeing that there was no way to enter, Yvonne panicked and started yelling hysterically, “John! I want to see John! How dare you stop me? When I see him, I’ll make sure he fires all of you!”

I simply took out my phone and

meeting. Give me a minute. I’ll be down soon,” John said over the phone and I could vaguely hear another voice beside him,

fact, I wanted to ask him about

a moment before querying, “Yvonne’s

getting late and I’m starting to feel

me a perfunctory response before ending the

matters, Ashton was looking at his phone with an impassive

paid any attention to her. I surmised all the employees were

looking very flamboyant with a black coat over his suit. As the president of the company, he certainly looked his part

he immediately walked in my direction and completely ignored Yvonne who was still shrieking at the top of her lungs by the entrance. He looked at

at Yvonne instead of answering his question. “Aren’t you going to deal with that?

at Yvonne beyond the entrance with a look of disgust in his eyes. Turning back his gaze to me, he said blandly, “This woman is stepping more

walked toward the entrance, stopping in front of

saw him, she immediately ran toward him but was stopped by the security guards. Vexed, she yelled at them angrily, “Are all of you blind? I know Mr. Stovall! Why