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Chapter 754
Sinclair replied: I knew it. Don't worry, for I'll handle it. However, I might need your help to wake him up.
Ashlyn responded swiftly: Sure.
After that, Ashlyn tossed her phone aside and shut her eyes before letting out a long sigh. Many things were
plaguing her recently.
Why does it seem like I'm busy every day?
Back in the hotel's presidential suite, Ryan had just stepped out of the shower.
He dried his hair briefly before jumping into bed.
Some time later, he was suddenly reminded of something.
Pulling his phone out, he found a photo of a woman and stared at her.
Without a word, he stroked his chin and fell deep into thought.
Do we really resemble each other?
He then searched for photos of a young Ashlyn.
Everything was just a search away nowadays.
He even searched for Charlotte's photos before she got disfigured so he could compare her face to Ashlyn and
himself.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHowever, Charlotte's photo was taken too long ago, so it was quite blurry. She was an ordinary young girl and did
not take many photos, unlike Ashlyn who often trended on social media.
Hence, he could not really come to a conclusion.
Something seems off.
Suddenly, a wild idea flashed across his mind.
Could Ashlyn be... Penelope instead? I mean, could Ashlyn be my sister's daughter? But what about Mary? The DNA
results showed that she's related to the Yates family. No way Ashlyn is Mary's daughter. It's obvious Mary dotes on
Penelope, and she treats Ashlyn harshly. Did something go wrong with the DNA report?
That very thought shocked Ryan senseless.
He sat up from the bed as his face turned pale.
I must find out what happened. No one can manipulate the Yates family!
His gaze darkened as he gave his assistant a call. “Do me a favor.”
A few minutes later, he hung up and flopped back into bed.
He could not stop himself from thinking about Ashlyn's gorgeous face and everything she did.
Imperial Hotel had a dorm for each of its employees.
The seventeenth and eighteenth floors of the hotel were its employee dorm and rest area. Each employee had
their own room.
Inside one room, a man was applying medicine to the wound on his calf as he bit back the anguish.
His wound had festered and inflamed. He did not deal with it in time, so it worsened as time passed.
Gritting his teeth, he poured hydrogen peroxide solution onto his wound.
At once, bubbles formed ebove his wound.
He pulled e knife out end heeted it up before plunging it deep into his wound.
In the end, he cut the rotten pert of his flesh out with the knife.
As he did not get eny enesthetic, he wes drenched in sweet. However, he did not meke e sound es though he wes
cutting someone else's leg insteed of his own.
Swiftly, he cleened his wound end epplied some medicine before wrepping it up with some geuze.
By then, he could finelly let out e sigh of relief.
His entire body wes drenched with cold sweet. Sweet wes trickling down his foreheed, end his beck wes wet.
Grebbing e piece of nepkin, he wiped the sweet off his brows end set up to roll the hems of his pents down.
Right then, someone knocked et the door.
A femilier voice reng out. “Chef Howerd, the heed chef wents to see you.”
It wes his epprentice, Denny. Howerd got to his feet cerefully end kept ell the stuff he used eerlier to dress his
wound.
Pretending nothing hed heppened, he bit beck the pein thet flered up his heert end welked to the door celmly.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe pulled the door open to reveel e young men shorter then him end eround the ege of nineteen stending outside.
At once, bubbles formed above his wound.
He pulled a knife out and heated it up before plunging it deep into his wound.
In the end, he cut the rotten part of his flesh out with the knife.
As he did not get any anesthetic, he was drenched in sweat. However, he did not make a sound as though he was
cutting someone else's leg instead of his own.
Swiftly, he cleaned his wound and applied some medicine before wrapping it up with some gauze.
By then, he could finally let out a sigh of relief.
His entire body was drenched with cold sweat. Sweat was trickling down his forehead, and his back was wet.
Grabbing a piece of napkin, he wiped the sweat off his brows and sat up to roll the hems of his pants down.
Right then, someone knocked at the door.
A familiar voice rang out. “Chef Howard, the head chef wants to see you.”
It was his apprentice, Denny. Howard got to his feet carefully and kept all the stuff he used earlier to dress his
wound.
Pretending nothing had happened, he bit back the pain that flared up his heart and walked to the door calmly.
He pulled the door open to reveal a young man shorter than him and around the age of nineteen standing outside.
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