Chapter 899


    “What do you think?”


    Ashlynn immediately called for the maids to change the sheets. Once they were done, she crawled


    back into bed and Corentin dragged her closer.


    “If I see it on the bed again, I’ll cook it alive.”


    “You can’t bully the weak,” she said.


    “You are weak?” He pinned her down and refused to let her get up.


    “If I wasn’t weak, you would have been dead by now,” she said resentfully, not knowing the weight of


    her words and how it reminded Corentin was how Salvatore was sent into prison.


    It was because of the betrayal of his most beloved.


    Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, she changed the subject. “I’m going back to sleep…’


    “Will you betray me again?” He asked.


    If there was a chance, Ashlynn would not hesitate to announce his true identity to everyone.


    “Ashlynn, if you try to betray me again, don’t me me for not showing you mercy.” He nted a kiss


    on her cheek, and her heart sank.


    She knew that he was not joking and she had seen the cruelty he was capable of in the past. Her life


    was hanging by a thread with every moment she spent with him and she could be dead at any moment.


    The next day, she arrived at work and heard her colleagues gossiping.


    “Say, when is Mr. Lloyd marrying Meredith Hilton?”


    “The inte said that it’s happening soon.”


    “True. They were literally seen hugging each other. They love each other so much and the twoe


    from equally powerful families. They are such a perfect match. I’m so jealous!”


    Ashlynn spotted a few colleagues gossiping with their phones in hand, with news regarding Corentin


    and Meredith on their screens.


    She sat down and unlocked her phone curiously, before seeing the headline title, [Meredith Hilton and


    the Heir of Lloyd Group: An Approaching Wedding?]


    She opened the post and saw a photo of Meredith in Corentin’s arms under the street light. The car


    parked next to them was blurred, but she could tell that it was Corentin’s Bintley.


    The photo was dated the night before and Ashlynn realized that Corentin was homete not simply


    because he went to have dinner with Cory.


    Herndline phone rang and she immediately set her personal phone down to answer.


    “Coffee,” Evan said.


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    “Alright.”


    She hung up and noticed that it was not time for Corentin to have his coffee, but since he had ordered


    it, she had no other options but to make it.


    Instead of instant coffee, he only took espresso made from freshly grinded coffee beans with no sugar,


    enough to kill.


    bitter


    Ashlynn was amazed by how far he was willing to go to appear like Corentin, but was not surprised,


    since


    Salvatore had always been cruel to others and himself, when it was necessary.


    After making the coffee, she brought it to the CEO office.


    She knocked and went inside to find Corentin sitting behind his desk. He was not working and was


    staring at her intently, as though he had been waiting for her.


    Ashlynn set the coffee down where he could reach. “Your coffee, Mr. Lloyd.”


    “Don’t you have anything to ask me about?” He asked.


    She knew that he did not simply want coffee and could, guess what he wanted. “I have no right to mind


    your business.”


    “You can ask about it as my wife, or do you not care?” He leaned back against his chair and narrowed


    his eyes coldly.


    “Should I care? You are the almighty heir of the Lloyd Group now. You can do whatever you want.”


    He grabbed her and dragged her over until she fell, their bodies pressed against one another’s.