Chapter 370
Chapter 370:
While the crowd gave Ellis a wide berth, wary of his presence, Ashton noticed something odd—Ellis wasn’t charging in as expected. He barked and blustered like a cornered beast, but his feet remained glued to the ground, reluctant to move forward. Ashton wasn’t rattled by the empty threats, but curiosity gnawed at him. What was Ellis waiting for?
He could easily swat away these small-time goons like flies, but for now, he stood his ground, waiting to see which cards Ellis would play next.
Frustration began to bubble beneath Ellis’ surface when he saw Ashton lingering at the exit without stepping out. He could feel it—the way Ashton looked through him, unraveling his intentions.
Had it not been for Abrial’s strict orders, Ellis would have already stormed into the airport with his men, eager to grind Ashton into the dirt. He wouldn’t be standing here now, seething in silence, forced to endure the mocking smirk etched across Ashton’s face like a bitter pill he couldn’t swallow.
Behind Ellis, his lackeys shifted uncomfortably, nervous glances darting between each other and the airport’s looming structure. One of them, unable to stomach the silence, leaned in and whispered,
“Ellis, maybe we jumped the gun. If we’d waited for them to come out before showing up, this would be done by now p>
For a fleeting second, regret flashed in Ellis’ eyes, but his pride swallowed it whole. There was no going back now. His fists clenched, and with a voice sharp as broken glass, he barked,
“Weren’t you feeling confident on the plane? Why are you suddenly backing down and hiding now? If you’re brave enough, step out of the airport. If we don’t confront you, I’ll take back what I said p>
This feeble attempt at provocation was laughable to Ashton, like a child throwing a tantrum, hoping to rile an adult.
It was a transparent, juvenile ploy, but it served its purpose—it confirmed what Ashton had suspected all along: Ellis didn’t have the nerve to stir up trouble within the airport’s walls.
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A slow, deliberate smirk curled at the edge of Ashton’s lips.
“Say whatever you like. We’re not in a hurry. Someone will be here to pick us up soon. But perhaps you should p>
“Be worried. Blocking people in a public space like this—aren’t you afraid I might just call the police p>
Ellis, blinded by arrogance, didn’t bother connecting the dots. He never suspected that the VIPs Abrial had mentioned could be the very people standing in front of him.
He was well aware of the kind of person that lady from the Carter family was; in his mind, there was no way the important guests she was anticipating could be a pair of young nobodies like them.
To him, Ashton and Rosalie were just a pair of tourists, dripping with a little cash and a lot of arrogance.
Ashton’s mention of the police only brought a derisive laugh from Ellis. He puffed up his chest, invoking Abrial’s influence like a talisman.
“Call the cops? You think that scares me? Didn’t the person picking you up tell you that Miss Carter controls half of Staville’s upper circle? I’m her close friend! One word from her, and I could break your legs right here, and no one would even blink. Not even some divine intervention could save you from her wrath p>