Chapter 421
Chapter 421:
She blinked, caught sight of Ashton standing in the middle of the room, and made a strangled sound. Her head flopped sideways. Out cold again.
I stared at her, then turned to the doctor. “Is she dying or just being dramatic p>
He didn’t look up from the chart. “Her vitals are fine. She fainted from stress. Keep her hydrated and calm, and she’ll be alright in a few days p>
Ashton turned towards the door. “Perfect. This room’s just been vacated. Let her recover here p>
He took a call in the hallway.
“You back in Skyline?” Cassian asked.
“Just got in. What’s going on?” Ashton put the call on speakerphone.
“Nothing urgent. Just that Rowan Hale’s still being a pain in the arse. Thank fuck I didn’t sign her p>
“What did she do now?” I leaned in closer.
“She’s using your name to fish for deals. Made it sound like you two had something going on. Picked up a couple of brand meetings that way, wormed her way onto two prime-time shows. Some PR idiots don’t believe you actually married Mirabelle, and she’s playing it up. Dodges questions, drops hints, lets people connect the dots. Now I’ve got sponsors coming to me asking what your status with her is. She put out a straightforward statement, but behind the scenes she’s working every angle p>
Ashton and I exchanged a glance.
“Do you know which projects she’s chasing?” he asked.
“Roughly, I can get the full list. Either way, don’t worry. I’ll make sure nobody signs her p>
“Don’t.” Ashton paused. “If you’ve got access, tell them to keep negotiating. The deeper, the better p>
There was a second of silence. Then Cassian said, “Are you brain-damaged? You want her out there playing your fake girlfriend in boardrooms? You know how fast that’ll spread p>
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“It’s just negotiations. No one’s signing anything p>
Cassian went quiet. Then, after a pause: “Oh, oh, I see. Got it p>
Ashton ended the call and turned to me.
I gave him a thumbs-up.
“I don’t plan to touch her yet,” he explained. “Not until I find out what the hell she’s doing around Gwendolyn p>
“Got it p>
Our driver was already waiting by the entrance.
Once we were in the back seat, I figured I’d better get it out of the way before Gwendolyn’s Photoshop festival started doing laps in his head.
“Those pictures were fake,” I said. “Daniel works at my studio. He’s not my type. We’re just friendly p>
Ashton nodded.
“And I didn’t marry you for your money p>