CHAPTER 452: CHAPTER 452: WITHOUT WARREN PRESCOTT

Rosalind’s character, no matter how unbearable, is still a bright eighteen-year-old girl at heart.

Being with such a greasy, married middle-aged man... doing "that sort of thing," doesn’t it make people uncomfortable?

Ashley Shaw sincerely remarked, "She just has bad luck, being born into a family that doesn’t love its children."

No matter how down-and-out Gavin Lynch is, he shouldn’t sell his daughter.

This behavior made her feel ashamed.

Of course, this shame has nothing to do with her own entanglements with Rosalind.

It’s purely about despising Gavin Lynch’s actions.

What kind of father sends his own daughter to the bed of a man his age for profit?

Claire Xavier heard her implication and quickly said, "No, Ashley, you’ve misunderstood; Rosalind wasn’t forced."

Ashley Shaw widened her eyes, "Ah?"

"I know this because I happened to meet her at the mall. Rosalind seemed to have used Curtis Bowen’s card to buy things, which Mrs. Bowen discovered and rushed over immediately..."

"Unexpectedly, instead of behaving humbly, Rosalind mocked Mrs. Bowen as an ’old hag’. "

"Although Mrs. Bowen is usually very gentle, how could she tolerate such comments? At that moment, she raised her hand against Rosalind."

"In the end, Curtis Bowen was nearby and when he came over, he actually helped Rosalind fight against Mrs. Bowen."

"Mrs. Bowen cried right then and said she wanted a divorce... Now the two are both seeking a lawyer, seemingly preparing for a divorce case."

Mentioning divorce lawyers, Ashley Shaw immediately thought of Shane Coleman.

Shane is the hottest in this field; whether men will look for him for divorce cases isn’t certain, but every affluent lady knows Shane’s name.

But things shouldn’t be so coincidental.

Ashley Shaw was more surprised that Rosalind was actually willing.

If she were forced by Gavin Lynch, she wouldn’t see Mrs. Bowen and not act humbly, let alone call Mrs. Bowen an ’old hag’.

Ashley Shaw was dumbfounded while Claire Xavier found it quite ordinary.

"Rosalind is just that kind of person; I saw through it a long time ago. Back then, she said she liked Warren Prescott, but who knows if she likes Warren himself or the aura of being the heir of The Prescott Group that comes with him?"

Hearing this, Ashley Shaw felt Warren Prescott was a bit pitiable.

The cherished "white moonlight" liked not him, but his identity.

Now this "white moonlight" is entangled with a married middle-aged man; it’s uncertain what will happen when Warren returns...

Forget it, Warren is still in uncertain circumstances and should have no mind to deal with this.

"By the way," Claire Xavier asked, "I wanted to ask Warren for help regarding arranging a helicopter in the past few days... Their family has a helicopter, and I was hoping to borrow it, but neither Archie nor I could contact him. Has he gone to Aethelgard? Has he contacted you?"

What she wondered was exactly what Claire Xavier asked.

Ashley Shaw could only hide from Claire Xavier for now, saying, "He was sent abroad by his father for an overseas project."

Claire Xavier breathed a sigh of relief, "No wonder! We couldn’t reach him for two days and were worried something happened. Since you said so, I’m relieved."

Ashley Shaw felt guilty in her heart, fearing Claire Xavier might see through it, so she said, "Uh huh... Let’s meet tomorrow, we have to attend the new student assembly later, let’s talk then."

"Go ahead, bye."

After hanging up the phone, Ashley Shaw inexplicably felt empty inside as if something was missing.

What’s missing?

She recalled, she missed Warren Prescott.

In Westcroft, aside from Claire Xavier, Warren Prescott was indeed the most "familiar" to her.

But now, there’s no news of Warren at all...

According to timing, Senvira is one hour behind Veridia, and now it should be four o’clock there.

The cruise should have docked by noon, yet Assistant Lowell hasn’t sent any message...

She didn’t dare to rashly call them.

For fear that Assistant Lowell might be about to catch someone, and the phone rings, wouldn’t that expose them?

Or if he’s busy, calling him would only disturb him.

So thinking it over, Ashley Shaw held back, waiting for Assistant Lowell to send a message or call her.

As a result, she waited until the new student assembly started.

Ashley Shaw didn’t want to embarrass herself while speaking on stage, so she fully focused on memorizing the script.

Eventually, when practicing with the student council on stage, the rehearsal teacher said there’s no need to recite, just read according to the script.

So she was busy for nothing.

Being a student, she couldn’t question Wilson Wallace, so she had to swallow the resentment.

As the event was about to start, Ashley Shaw handed the phone to Ariana Grant—Ariana hadn’t signed up for the school student council but did sign up for the college student council.

So she also came early.

"If Assistant Lowell calls, or it could be Chairman Prescott or Warren Prescott... just answer for me."

Ariana Grant made an OK gesture and said, "Leave it to me, I’ll look after it, you just focus on the stage."

"Okay."

Ariana Grant knew the inside story, so Ashley Shaw indeed felt relieved.

She waited backstage with the school student council members—among them were some teachers, including Jasper Quill, Elder Prescott’s personal mentor for her.

He was assisted by a young man in his twenties, and Ashley Shaw inexplicably found the man familiar.

It’s as if she had seen him somewhere, but she couldn’t remember.

However, judging by appearances, it seemed Jasper was also going to take the stage.

Ashley Shaw hurried over to greet him.

Jasper Quill saw her and wasn’t as enthusiastic as last time but still politely asked if she was adapting and what brought her there.

Upon hearing Ashley Shaw was going on stage, Jasper Quill nodded, "Don’t be nervous, just imagine everyone below is a carrot."

With the word "carrot", Ashley Shaw couldn’t help but laugh.

This was exactly what Jocelyn Hayes told her while "rehearsing" in the dormitory.

Perhaps Ashley Shaw’s laughter was charming, the young man also glanced at her.

With just that one glance, a look of surprise crossed the young man’s eyes.

This woman... looked just like the photo his sister sent him.

Looking closely, it was indeed the same person.

He squinted slightly and quietly turned his gaze away.

Soon, the dean also came over.

He was extremely welcoming to Ashley Shaw as well, asking if she was adapting and then said, "This time, I asked the people below to arrange for you to be the freshman representative; you must seize this opportunity."

Ashley Shaw’s vision went black; so that’s how it is!

Within The Medical University, there’s not only a medical program but also a broadcasting program, so this should have let a broadcasting student come on stage.

It’s really... indescribable.

Ashley Shaw could only maintain a stiff smile.

"Thank you for your trust, dean; I will perform well."

The dean smiled and patted her shoulder, then went off to check the process with the student council.

Jasper also went over with the dean, leaving Ashley Shaw and the young man who was supporting Jasper alone on site.