Chapter 1782

Chapter 1782 Calling Holden

Nevertheless, no one answered the call when I dialed his number.

After a long moment of contemplation, I decided to show him the card up my sleeve on WhatsApp.

“Five percent of Fuller Corporation’s shares. This is the highest price I can offer to you.”

Unsurprisingly, the person I could not get through earlier instantly called on WhatsApp.

The moment the video loaded, I was greeted by Holden’s greedy grin. “My, my, look at me. I’ve been so

busy that I missed Ms. Stovall’s call. What’s the matter? It seems like you’re interested in talking

business with me.”

A question that he obviously knows the answer to.

Although we used to be on good terms, we were no best friends. Moreover, I had a favor to ask, so I

was in no position to point out that he was playing the fool.

“I want to know whether Ashton is dead or alive,” I told him.

“That’s all?” Holden asked with a smirk.

“Of course not. I’m sure you know that’s not enough to cover the shares I’ll be giving to you.” We were

talking business, after all, so I saw no need to be too polite with him.

“Go on.” Although Holden was a sweet-talker, he knew how to read a room well. When he realized that

I was not in the mood for jokes, he quickly stopped the teasing tone.

“I haven’t thought of anything yet, but I’ll tell you when something pops up. I hope that it won’t be that

difficult to reach you when that time comes,” I said.

Holden visibly stiffened, but he soon put on a look that told me he was going to start appeasing me.

“My, what are you talking about? I’m always available to both you and Mr. Fuller.”

“I hope so.” Not wanting to look at his pretentious face, I then ended the call.

Minutes later, I received news about Ashton. However, it was not from Holden but from a tabloid

magazine. Journalists truly had remarkable instincts sometimes.

With whom Ashton was, he would naturally be the focus if he were to appear in a magazine.

The title of the article was rather direct too. The President Lowering Himself And Falling For A C-List

Celebrity.

In other words, Ashton had accompanied Rebecca to her filming site.

The media were all over it. To the public, Ashton was a well-loved bachelor who, for some reason, had

to have Rebecca, a woman who had fallen from grace.

A famous celebrity even commented: Not sure who’s the victim here.

After throwing the magazine on the table, I called for Millie, ready to leave the house.

“Where to?” she asked.

I took out a baseball cap from its dusty corner before putting it on and looking at myself in the mirror.

Then, I replied, “To the filming site.”

I could only be at ease after seeing Ashton with my own two eyes.

The filming site was also in the suburbs, but it was not in the same direction as the Fuller residence.

Furthermore, it was the weekend. Thus, we only reached our destination when it was evening. The film

crew that Ashton was in was popular even at the filming site, so we soon found out where they were at

from a production assistant.

When we reached where the film crew was, they were filming an outdoor scene. Coincidentally, both

Ashton and Rebecca were in that scene.

The gist of the story was that Ashton was playing the role of a minor character who was confessing to

the main character for the third time but was still rejected.

Ashton was a professional, so despite his minor role in the story, his eyes were bright as he asked,

“Josie, will you accept me now?”

The perfect appearance, along with his faithful character, would surely win over the audience’s hearts.

However, Rebecca had set herself up to be the kind of character who would pick a bone with others.

She was completely unfazed by Ashton’s pleading eyes. “Save it. I have told you I don’t love you. Even

if all the men in the world are dead, I still won’t choose you. The very look of you disgusts me!”

Slap!

All of a sudden, she slapped Ashton.

It seemed like Rebecca had used all her strength in that slap, for Ashton’s head was tilted to the side

by the force.