CHAPTER 460: CHAPTER 456 I DON’T WANT TO SEE HIM GO TO JAIL (PART 1)

"What are you doing?" He snorted coldly, looking a bit awkward, "You caused me to be kissed by a dog first thing in the morning, I have to kiss back."

"Then, then go kiss it. Why kiss me?" This man, really petty.

Asher Land didn’t care, his thin lips covered hers, prying open her teeth, lingering and sucking.

Her lips were so sweet, it made him addicted, unwilling to part.

He knew if this continued, things would get out of control again, so he wisely stopped, letting her go.

"Get up, let’s go downstairs for breakfast." He straightened his clothes, talking to the little woman beneath him whose eyes were a bit dazed.

Actually, under his teasing, she was easily moved, she pressed her lips together, her small hands gathered her robe, then she took a set of clothes to change into, and walked into the dining room with him.

...

About two months later, Christopher Smith’s suicide case reached a verdict under the court’s mediation.

However, the one originally supposed to be punished, Henry Johnson, was replaced by Oliver Johnson...

Oliver Johnson took all the responsibility, admitted he kidnapped Christopher Smith, forcing him to his death, and was sentenced to four years and two months in prison.

Hush Sky Group’s stock prices fell due to the scandal,

Its reputation declined, and small shareholders saw Hush Sky’s downfall, selling off their shares, allowing Asher Land to successfully acquire Hush Sky.

Sophie Smith folded the newspaper in her hand, sitting on a bench in the garden, her eyes vacant as she stared at some unnamed weed.

"Miss Smith, someone wants to see you." Nanny Garcia came over, whispering beside her.

She hadn’t snapped out of her thoughts.

"Miss Smith, someone wants to see you." Nanny Garcia raised her voice, saying it again.

"Who?" She didn’t even look up.

"Miss Eva Miller, she’s been standing at the iron gate for a long time."

"Let her in quickly."

...

Eva Miller’s eyes were red, seeing Sophie Smith, her tears fell continuously.

"Sophie, can you spare Brother Johnson? This really has nothing to do with him..." Eva Miller cried out, her shoulders trembling lightly.

"I beg you, please spare him, okay?" Seeing Sophie Smith not responding, Eva Miller knelt down with a ’thud’ on the hard cobblestone.

"Eva, don’t do this!" Sophie Smith bent down with effort, trying to help her up.

"Sophie, I won’t get up until you agree!"

"Eva, this matter isn’t something I can decide."

"Just talk to President Land, as long as he’s willing to spare Brother Johnson, everything will be fine." Eva Miller seemed convinced of this fact.

But now, the court had already intervened, from the beginning Asher Land hadn’t been involved, and Oliver Johnson’s sentencing was the court’s final decision, no one could change that.

"I don’t want to see him go to jail, I don’t want to..." Eva Miller cried uncontrollably, her voice choked, "Sophie, I feel so terrible."

Sophie Smith felt uncomfortable seeing Eva Miller’s pained expression.

She didn’t want to see Oliver Johnson go to jail either, she really didn’t.

Her memory seemed to return to not long ago, their first meeting at the Northern Suburb Resort.

He had jumped into the lake without hesitation, saving Irene Morton for her.

At that time, Oliver Johnson was wearing a white casual outfit, gentle as jade, with a hint of warmth at the corner of his lips.

She wouldn’t forget his faint smile and clear gaze back then.

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