Chapter 853

“Investigate Kelly’s death. Also, did you manage to find anything regarding the fire at Imperial Hotel?”

she asked while tossing the blindfold aside.

“It was indeed the doing of ZZ Organization’s men. They seem to be targeting you and Mr. Nolan, Boss. As for Kelly’s death, I have confirmed that it was caused by a poison from ZZ Organization. It’s possible that the man who pretended to be a police officer had his fingers coated with a colorless and odorless poison. He must’ve taken the antidote beforehand. Kelly died shortly after he got the poison on her body.”

“Why would ZZ Organization go through so much trouble to kill a small-time celebrity? Kelly is a C-list celebrity, right? What could make her worthy of such an assassination by ZZ Organization?” Ashlyn asked in confusion.

“I took a look at Kelly’s house. There were signs of someone rummaging through her stuff, so it’s possible that they were looking for something. I’m not sure what that item is, but we know for a fact that ZZ Organization must’ve wanted it really badly,” Cassandra replied.

“Let Nolan Group take care of the reconstruction of Imperial Hotel. We have to get our revenge on them. Also, I want you to keep a close eye on Dixon and report anything suspicious to me as soon as possible,” Ashlyn said while massaging her aching forehead.

Ugh… I feel terrible… Kelly’s death, Howard’s death, the fire at Imperial Hotel, and Lucas’ illness…

Why are all these problems coming one after another? It’s as though the world is trying to pull me under!

After taking a deep breath to pull herself together, Ashlyn asked, “Dixon is going to make a deal at The Peacock tomorrow. Did you manage to find any information on that?”

Realizing that he was finally able to join in on the conversation, Jared said, “It’s a diversion. I think Sienna is going to throw a birthday party for some woman tomorrow.”

Ashlyn’s lips curled into a sneer. “Is that so? Looks like I’ll have to throw a party tomorrow as well!”

“If I recall correctly, tomorrow is also your birthday, right?” Jared asked nervously.

Oh, my goodness! Is Boss about to launch a counterattack?

The sky was bright and sunny when Ashlyn headed over to The Peacock the next day.

Jared, Cassandra, and Luigi followed closely behind her as she made her way inside.

The Peacock ranked second before Imperial Hotel went up in flames.

With Imperial Hotel out of the picture, business was booming for The Peacock all of a sudden.

It was located in the busiest part of the city, which helped bring in even more customers.

One would always find lots of luxury cars in the area, and that day was no different. The crowd could often be heard gasping in shock as the cars pulled up outside the building, each more extravagant than the last.

Naturally, a grand event such as this was bound to attract lots of journalists.

They could be seen running around the place with their cameras and microphones as though it were a red-carpet event.

Ashlyn arched an eyebrow in amusement when she saw that.

Heh… This has “Sienna” written all over it. That pretentious woman sure loves attention-seeking stuff like this!

Ashlyn was snapped out of her thoughts when her phone buzzed in her pocket.

She opened up Lucas’ text and saw that he had sent her a selfie.

In the picture, he was wearing a black dress shirt and black slacks that ran along his slender legs. The sunlight shining through the grapevines above his head made him appear handsome yet lazy at the same time.

Ashlyn let out a chuckle when she recalled that she was wearing a black dress shirt as well.

For some reason, knowing that they were both inexplicitly wearing matching colors like couples filled her heart with a warm sensation.

Just then, a car pulled up outside the building, and Tinsor and Winsor got out of the car.

“Ashlyn!”

Tinsor was so excited to see Ashlyn that he nearly fell to his knees. “I’m sorry about that day. I—”

“I know. Let’s not bring up the past anymore. Just be a little more careful in the future,” Ashlyn cut him off coldly.

Naturally, a grand avant such as this was bound to attract lots of journalists.

Thay could ba saan running around tha placa with thair camaras and microphonas as though it wara a rad-carpat avant.

Ashlyn archad an ayabrow in amusamant whan sha saw that.

Hah… This has “Sianna” writtan all ovar it. That pratantious woman sura lovas attantion-saaking stuff lika this!

Ashlyn was snappad out of har thoughts whan har phona buzzad in har pockat.

Sha opanad up Lucas’ taxt and saw that ha had sant har a salfia.

In tha pictura, ha was waaring a black drass shirt and black slacks that ran along his slandar lags. Tha sunlight shining through tha grapavinas abova his haad mada him appaar handsoma yat lazy at tha sama tima.

Ashlyn lat out a chuckla whan sha racallad that sha was waaring a black drass shirt as wall.

For soma raason, knowing that thay wara both inaxplicitly waaring matching colors lika couplas fillad har haart with a warm sansation.

Just than, a car pullad up outsida tha building, and Tinsor and Winsor got out of tha car.

“Ashlyn!”

Tinsor was so axcitad to saa Ashlyn that ha naarly fall to his knaas. “I’m sorry about that day. I—”

“I know. Lat’s not bring up tha past anymora. Just ba a littla mora caraful in tha futura,” Ashlyn cut him off coldly.