Chapter 436 One Month, Live with Me
Ashley woke up, her adrenaline returning to normal levels. Hearing his words, she couldn't help but turn her head and look at him, "What kind of trick are you trying to pull now?"
Damian started the car, turned around, and drove into the depths of the night. "The house needs someone to cook and clean. You move in and cook for me for a month."
Ashley almost dug her ears to verify if she heard wrong. "I can't cook, you know that. If I cook for a month, not only will you lose muscle, but you might also lose your life."
Damian held the steering wheel with one hand, looking far ahead at the road, but his peripheral vision never left Ashley's profile. "You can learn. If you can't learn, then find a school to properly train. When you learn, you can go back to being a lawyer."
Ashley knew his temperament, always saying what he meant. To get her license back and pass a series of reviews, she had to compromise. "I can cook, but I don't necessarily have to move in with you. I can guarantee three meals a day on time."
"Do you think I'm negotiating with you?"
Ashley was speechless.
She could imagine that after a month, it wouldn't be as simple as just cooking.
The car was still on the road when Damian's phone rang.
He glanced at the number, pulled over, and got out with his phone. "Wait for me inside."
The car door closed, isolating the outside sound. Ashley could only watch Damian's back as he walked away, standing tall under the brilliant streetlights, one hand in his pocket, holding the phone. She didn't know who he was talking to, but he seemed particularly serious and focused.
Who was it?
Jessica?
Well, he did leave suddenly, didn't he need to explain?
Ashley found it laughable. What was she to Damian? Although he wasn't married, she felt like she was sharing a man with other women.
Damian was shameless, but what about her? Didn't that make her despicable too?
Outside.
The call was from Novaria. Damian had people watching for days and finally got a clue.
"Mr. Hearst, Ms. Peterson was taken away. Our people followed for a few hours, but the other party was cunning. They must have noticed and prepared three teams in advance. We were tricked and lost her. I'm sorry, Mr. Hearst."
The person on the other end apologized nervously. Damian pressed his long fingers against his throbbing temple, almost making a dent. "A bunch of useless people! Find her! If you can't, you'll all be buried with her!"
"Yes, Mr. Hearst. I'll send more people and conduct a thorough search. We'll definitely find Ms. Peterson!"
Damian suppressed the anger in his chest, his voice cold and hard, as deadly as a demon from hell. "How was she before she was taken?"
"Ms. Peterson was still unconscious and hadn't woken up yet. According to the doctor, she's temporarily out of life-threatening danger, but it's hard to say when she'll wake up."
As long as she wasn't in life-threatening danger, as long as she could wake up, he would find a way to get her back.
"Expand the search area. Deploy eyes and ears throughout Europe. Don't miss any clues."
"Yes, Mr. Hearst!"
The people on the other end didn't know why Selene was so important to Damian, but hearing the boss wanted to turn all of Europe into a battlefield, they realized the situation was more serious than they thought.
The news of Trinity being beaten quickly spread online.
But the media's narrative was surprisingly unified, unanimously claiming that Trinity's private life was chaotic, and she got into a brawl with a group of playboys after drinking too much.
Overnight, the internet was flooded with negative news about Trinity.
Some people even dug up photos of her studying abroad, showing her drinking and kissing men openly, which was very inappropriate.
"Oh my God! Trinity is just a female thug. How could she think of marrying Mr. Hearst? Thank goodness Mr. Hearst found out in time and dumped her!"
"Mr. Hearst was very polite in refusing the marriage with The Bezos family. Anyone else wouldn't have been so kind!"
"A dozen people drinking and getting drunk, it must have been wild. How many times do you think Trinity slept with those men?"
"The internet is not a lawless place. Be careful of getting banned, but I also want to know, hahaha!"
Ashley opened Facebook, and the top three trending topics were all Trinity's scandals, accompanied by sensational photos, completely overwhelming.
As expected, with such a big commotion, no one questioned the location of the incident, and Blue Star was never mentioned.
It was clear that Damian had a hand in this.
Not only did he destroy Trinity, but he also conveniently made himself look like a saint, killing two birds with one stone.
Thinking of Damian, Ashley looked at the almost packed suitcase, feeling a knot in her chest.
The phone interrupted her frustration. "Hello?"
It was Damian's voice on the other end. "What time are you coming over?"
Ashley glanced at the time. "Aren't you going to work?"
"I have some things to do. I'm working from home today."
Ashley scratched her bangs. "You don't expect me to cook lunch today, do you?"
"So you'd better hurry up and pack."
Ashley was speechless and frustrated. "How about..." Dinner instead?
Damian interrupted her. "I have a video conference to attend. When you arrive, come up yourself. You know the password. You can leave your luggage in the trunk. I'll help you with it when I'm done."
"Hello?"
Ashley looked at the hung-up phone, feeling dizzy with anger.
Ashley carried her suitcase upstairs, hesitating to open the door after entering the password.
Once she went through this door, it meant she agreed to the game rules. Was she really going to use a month to get her professional license back?
But if she didn't find a way out through Damian, who else could she turn to?
The network of relationships was too complicated, and the high walls of the wealthy were not something a commoner like her could cross.
A month should pass quickly.
She would keep a low profile, avoid being noticed, and it would be over soon.
Taking a deep breath, Ashley clenched her fist.
The first floor was very quiet, the room neat and orderly, the floor spotless. Ashley even suspected the floor was for display.
Looking up at the study on the second floor, Ashley nervously found a pair of women's slippers in the shoe cabinet.
The fridge had a lot of fresh ingredients. Ashley opened a cooking app, entered the vegetables, and different recipes popped up.
Each one seemed so complicated.
Rolling up her shirt sleeves, Ashley reluctantly started washing the vegetables. While washing, she remembered to cook rice, rinsed the rice, added water, and pressed the switch.
Damian came down after his meeting, just in time to see Ashley chopping vegetables. Her long hair was casually tied in a low ponytail, a bit messy, and she looked like a surgeon performing an autopsy.
He leaned against the floor-to-ceiling antique shelf with his arms crossed. "Do you have a grudge against the vegetables? Do you have to be so violent?"
Ashley shivered at the sudden voice, turned around, and saw Damian's gloating expression. She lifted the knife in her hand. "If you don't like it, you can do it yourself. This is my level."
Damian stepped forward, his long legs making the spacious kitchen feel cramped. Ashley couldn't chop the vegetables anymore. She fiddled with the cucumber on the cutting board, gesturing. "The video shows slicing it diagonally."
Damian picked up a piece she had cut, which was about 0.2 inches thick. "This is slicing? A dog could chew more evenly than you."
Ashley closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. "The video plays too fast, I can't keep up."
The chef's hands moved like magic, slicing quickly. She couldn't even watch, and a cucumber was already done.
Damian's mouth twitched, almost laughing. He walked behind her, his long arms circling her from behind, passing under her ribs, holding her hands. His chin lowered, resting on her shoulder. "My right hand can't exert much force. You hold the knife, I'll teach you."
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