"All right, stop talking about her like that."
The two women drank their coffee for a while, their conversation shifting to luxury cars and famous models. The scene where they had ridiculed Ashley Bowen was completely forgotten.
Ashley Bowen found the restroom and tried to wipe the coffee stain with water, but the more she scrubbed, the larger the mark on her dress grew, spreading into a huge blotch.
She furrowed her brow, bracing her hands on the sink with a sigh. 'There's nothing for it; I'll have to take it to the dry cleaner's. But how am I going to explain this to Yuri when I see him?'
A moment later, Yuri Sinclair called. He said he'd found a Morellian restaurant and was waiting for her in the parking lot.
When she rushed to the parking lot, the engines of both cars were already running, as if they had been waiting for a long time.
A bodyguard immediately opened the door, and Ashley Bowen dove in, carefully covering the stain on her dress with her hand.
