Chapter 892


    “Go back inside…” Ashlynn was about to stop it when Corentin grabbed it and lifted it to the air.


    The dog struggled and she immediately snatched it away from his hand. “Don’t grab it like that.”


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    His expression darkened. “Someday I’m going to have it stewed and serve it to you.”


    Her heart sank. “Why are you jealous of a dog? I just didn’t want it to bite you. Have you eaten?”


    His irritation was instantly appeased. The elevator door opened and he walked in with her in his arms.


    “Let’s go to eat.”


    He had reserved a five–star restaurant located on the ninth floor with ss windows surrounding them,


    guests would be able to dine while taking in the beautiful night view of the city.


    The building was located in the center of the city, in the liveliest area.


    “Show me what gift you bought,” Corentin said.


    She did not know why he would be interested in that, but took it out of her purse anyway.


    He opened the box and saw the bracelet inside. “Indeed,


    it’s not expensive enough,” he said, before cing it into his own pocket.


    “What are you doing?” She asked confusedly.


    “My rule is that every piece of jewelry you own must cost at least ten thousand.”


    “You know that I don’t spend money like that.”


    “Learn to,” he said, “if you can’t, I will have the brands‘ sales deliver everything to the mansion for your


    picking. I have money now, and you are supposed to enjoy the finest things this world has to offer.”


    Ashlynn used to feel moved when Salvatore told her that he would earn a lot of money for her, but all


    the sweet memories had turned bitter and became a burden to her.


    “We are using the real Corentin’s money. What if hees back and asks us to pay him back?” She


    asked.


    Naturally, he could tell that she was trying to lure him into telling the truth. “Don’t worry. He will never


    come back.”


    She lowered her eyes and sliced into the steak on her te dazedly.


    ‘The real Corentin is nevering back…‘ she thought, does that mean that Salvatore killed him?‘


    Suddenly, her te was taken away and Corentin helped to slice her steak into bite–sized pieces.


    Her heart raced in fear when she saw the way he held his knife, Corentin was more skilful with a knife


    than surgeon and once he was done, he pushed her te back to her.


    “You have no strength in your hands.”


    Ashlynn did not agree. She could handle ordinary thugs, and would only be rendered helpless if she


    was fighting someone like Corentin.


    She started eating and thought to herself with a glimmer of hope in her heart, ‘If Salvatore can be


    normal, maybe it won’t be so hard to survive by his side…‘


    “I need to use the bathroom.” She got up and headed to the bathroom.


    She washed her hands and stared at her reflection in the mirror, feeling trapped. She shook the water


    off her hands and walked outside.


    “Ashlynn?”


    She turned around and paled.


    “Do you remember me? I’m Jackie from the slum.”


    “You have the wrong person.” She turned to leave, but Jackie stood in her way.


    “How could I not recognize you? You are definitely Ashlynn. Oh my, you look prettier than before. You


    got rich, didn’t you?” He scanned her up and down. The clothes on her back were clearly expensive


    and he knew that ordinary people would not be able to dine at such a restaurant.