Chapter 7 Damn pervert.

After breakfast, Ashley remembered that she had left her phone in the compartment last night. Winifred Mill must be looking for her everywhere.

"Mrs. Brown, can I borrow your phone for a moment," Ashley said politely.

"Miss, we are not allowed to use our personal phones. This is for you." Mrs. Brown took out the latest mobile phone and gave it to Ashley.

Ashley opened the address book, and there was only one phone number with the note "negative distance."

Ashley didn't have to think about it and knew that it was Wilfred's phone number.

So she changed the note to "violent maniac." But she was still upset and changed it to "Damn pervert."

She dialed Winifred's number, and she quickly answered.

"Winifred, this is Ashley. I'm fine, don't worry." Ashley called Winifred to tell her that she was safe so that Winifred wouldn't have to worry about her.

"Where are you now? I'll come over and get you." Winifred was worried.

"I'll be at your apartment soon, so wait for me at home." She had messed with such a big devil. She mustn't let Winifred get involved.

As soon as she tried to leave, a group of people blocked the door again.

"I've already had my meal, what else do you guys want?" Ashley's patience had vanished.

"Miss, Mr. Scott said that if you want to leave, you need to call him." Butler Smith stepped forward and said calmly.

"It's illegal confinement." Ashley was helpless. The people at the door didn't want to step back.

She had no choice but to call Wilfred.

At this time, on the top floor of the Scott Group, Wilfred was reading the contract in his hands carefully.

He sat there quietly, like a god, not allowing anyone to blaspheme.

So majestic, so sacred.

"You're my heart; you're my darling, you're my sweet preserves." Ashley's exclusive ring rang.

Without hesitation, Wilfred threw away the contract in his hand and quickly answered it.

"Ash, you miss me so soon?" Obviously, they were just separated, but all Wilfred was thinking about was Ashley's charming body.

Before, Wilfred was known as a workaholic. Sometimes he even stayed up for several nights for a project and rarely returning to his so-called home.

But now, he wanted to set up a family with Ashley very much.

"Wilfred Scott, what do you really want?" Ashley growled. This man was too unreasonable. If she had to report to him for everything she did, would there be freedom?

Hearing Ashley growl at him, everyone was worried about her. Mr. Scott was a big shot. No one ever dared to call him by his name. It seemed that she didn't want to be alive.

They were already praying for Ashley in their hearts.

"I want you. Don't you know that?" Wilfred's tone was cold, but inside he was restless.

"You...you, I..." sensing the dull atmosphere around him, Ashley was unable to speak for a moment.

A rare laugh of Wilfred came from the phone.

"You can leave, but I have a request," Wilfred said slowly.

"What request?" Ashley was anxious to leave as soon as possible.

"You must be back at my house on time before six o'clock. If you don't know where it is, I don't mind picking you up."

"OK, I promise." Ashley just wanted to leave as soon as possible. No matter what Wilfred was asking for, she would agree to it.

She wanted to get out first, but it would depend on her mood as to what she would do afterward. When the phone was off, even if he had great skills, he wouldn't be able to find her.

"You give the phone to Butler Smith."

"Yes, Sir. I know." Butler Smith respectfully hung up the phone.

"Miss Lewis, I'll send someone to escort you away."

Ashley glanced at Butler Smith, "No need." She turned around and left.

She had wanted to leave by bus, but the huge villa area was like a maze, and she couldn't even walk out. It suddenly occurred to her that there wouldn't be a bus stop in the villa area.

She walked back helplessly.

"Miss, please." The butler had expected that Ashley would return, so he had already prepared a car to wait for her outside the gate.

Ashley Lewis reluctantly got into a Bentley.

Although Ashley was the eldest daughter of the Lewis Family, she was very frugal. Her style of dressing, as well as her lifestyle, was very different from Amy's.

She would usually find a part-time job in her spare time, and she wasn't like the other rich girls who were well-bred. Her conditions didn't allow it.

She couldn't squander anything as she pleased like Amy. And she thought that she would be more comfortable spending the money she earned with her own skills.

The car stopped at a place not far from Winifred's apartment.

Ashley came over, and Winifred was waiting for her. She was unable to hide her worry.

"Winifred."

Winifred saw the intact Ashley standing in front of her and flew over towards her.

"Ashley, where have you been? I've been worrying about you all night, and you can see I've got dark circles under my eyes." Winifred was indeed a little haggard.