When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 1157

Chapter 1157

I had a vague impression of the man in question. I met him once when I entered White Corporation forthe first time. He had an unctuous smile and an air of deception about him. I wouldn’t even be surprisedif he was the one who had orchestrated Marcus’s absence.

“Can’t we pursue this matter through legal means?” I asked with a frown.

Wanda sighed helplessly. “I’ve told Mr. White this before, but he had insisted on settling the matter inprivate. He mentioned that Mr. Yondel had once helped the White family. Mr. White’s father had givenorders before when he was still alive: if the Whites and the Yondels were to ever have a disagreement,it must be settled diplomatically as opposed to an all-out war.”

She paused with a look of disgust on her face. “Actually, Leonard Yondel still cared about his friendshipwith Mr. White’s father and was unwilling to embezzle from the company. Mr. White had approachedMr. Yondel once regarding this matter. If he was smart he would have given up his rights voluntarily. Butuntil today he still has not done that. The amount of scheming he had done makes one ponder as towhat else he’s up to…”

Marcus did not expect to be backstabbed for his compassion. The opportunity for Leonard to steal wastoo good to pass, and it had gotten to the point where Marcus himself was needed to resolve this.

“It all comes down to locating him and bringing him back,” I thought out loud.

“Since nobody is able to contact Mr. White, it will be easier to replace a needle in a haystack,” Wanda said.

I lapsed into silence for a while. “Actually, no. There is someone.”

“Who?” Wanda asked at once.

“Me.” I gathered up the documents and looked at her. “Even if the call goes through, he may ignore it ifit’s someone from the company. But he wouldn’t ignore a call from me.”

He was once willing to get rid of his wife for me. I was confident that he would pick up if it was me whocalled.

For that exact reason, the person most suited for this task was me.

Suddenly, a palpable chill invaded the room. As if by instinct, I turned toward the door and saw Ashtonstanding there with an intense gaze in his dark eyes. It was frightening to behold.

Did he hear everything we discussed?

Wanda saw him too. “Mr. Fuller,” she greeted him.

Ashton ignored her and stared right at me. “You will be going to M Country personally,” he said softly.

He did not even bother to postulate this as a query. His tone made it clear that he was in a toweringtemper, and was in no mood to be agreeable to my plan.

Keen to avoid a confrontation in front of strangers, I turned to Wanda. “Ms. Tanner, could you pleasegive us a moment? I have something to discuss with Mr. Fuller.”

“Understood,” Wanda said tactfully and promptly exited the room.

“No need,” Ashton said as he blocked her path with his large frame; the gap was hardly enough for herto squeeze through. Frigid gaze still latched on me, he said, “There’s nothing that can’t be said in frontof outsiders. Now, Scarlett, repeat what you said for me. Our two children are gone. Are you sure youwant to go running around right now for someone irrelevant?”

The room was suddenly tense with the air of three people each determined for things to go their way.

I had not prepared myself for the task of convincing Ashton on the matter. “Marcus had saved my lifeonce before,” I blurted in a panic. “He isn’t irrelevant. “Did you forget the extent you went to for Parker

Larson?”

It was not my intention to keep score on our history but to illustrate a point. If Ashton could look into hisconscience and replace it clear, so could I with my own.

He did not expect me to bring up Rebecca. He scowled at me. “So you’ve made up your mind?”