Chapter 1244

Chapter 1244

Owen watched as Ashlynn was led into the car by the steward and his men. He could not believe

what was happening. He had to do something to stop this.

He quickly pulled out his phone and called Corentin.

The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before Corentin answered.

“Mr. Lloyd, Ashlynn was taken away by Cory's people!” Owen yelled into the phone, his voice

shaking with fear and desperation.

“I saw!” Corentin shouted back, his voice laced with anger. “I'm on my way now.”

Owen breathed a sigh of relief as he heard the sound of a car engine roaring to life in the

background. He knew that with Corentin on the case, everything would be okay.

Corentin hung up the phone and threw it onto the passenger seat. He gripped the steering wheel

tightly with both hands and stepped on the gas pedal, sending his black Bintley galloping down the

viaduct.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Corentin caught up to the car that had taken Ashlynn. He

pulled his car up alongside it and got out, a cold and elegant expression on his face.

The butler had no choice but to stop the car. He got out and approached Corentin, trying to reason

with him while slowly loading his gun.

“That was quick. Don't start a conflict.”

Ashlynn sat still in the car, not even attempting to escape.

“Young Master, Elder Lloyd wishes to see Ashlynn.”

Corentin walked up to the butler and pressed the barrel of his gun against the man's forehead.

“Stallone, you followed Elder Lloyd through life and death, and I respect you for that. And yet you

do this to me?” Corentin growled, his voice full of anger and hatred.

The butler knew he was in trouble. He quickly tried to appease Corentin, explaining that the master

just wanted to meet Ashlynn and that she would not be harmed.

However, Corentin was having none of it.

“She is mine! Don’t you think you should get my permission before taking her away?” he shouted,

his face dark and full of hostility.

Owen, who had just arrived on the scene, quickly stepped in and opened the car door, allowing

Ashlynn to get out. She looked at Corentin, her expression neutral, and got into another car without

a word.

The butler and his men knew they were no match for Corentin. They retreated back to their car and

drove away.

They had planned to take Ashlynn to the chateau when Corentin was absent, but they did not

expect Corentin to have such a big temper.

Stallone figured that even if Cory were the one standing here, Corentin would have pointed a gun at

his head. He was Salvatore, after all. There was nothing he would not do.

“Young master, we were ordered to bring Ashlynn back to the chateau. How will we report back to

Elder Lloyd if you stand in the way?"

“I'll tell him myself!” Corentin turned and drove away in his Bintley.

When they arrived, they found Cory standing in front of his desk, practicing calligraphy. Corentin

stormed into the room and slammed his gun down on the paper, ruining the words that Cory had

been writing.

“What is the meaning of this?” Corentin demanded, his voice full of anger and aggression.

Cory looked up at him, his expression regal and commanding. “I should be the one asking you this!

You said you were merely keeping her, and now she is pregnant?”

Corentin sat down on the chair with a gloomy look. “Shouldn't you be happy about it? You are

going to have a grandchild! Didn't you turn a blind eye to that pregnant woman before?”

“That's because the Hilton family didn’t know about it before!” Cory put down the pen heavily.

Corentin raised his eyebrows. “So what if they know about it? They can't do anything about it, can

they? Didn't you do the same at the beginning? You had three children with three women. I merely

copied your actions. Why are you so angry about this?"