Chapter 261

"Ashton! What are you doing here?" I couldn't tell if I was more shocked or furious at the worst possible interruption. But I knew exactly what Ashton felt. 'Murderous' didn't even begin to cover the look on his face. I instinctively took a step back. "Mr. L-Laurent," Fabrizio stammered, having staggered to his feet and extended a hand. Even drunk, he remembered his manners. Ashton ignored him. His gaze locked on me, making the hairs on my neck prickle. "Let's go." "Go? Where? Wait, I can't!" Fabrizio had been about to give me the name of the man who helped him cook the books. With that, I could close the case and finally get my money back. "Why didn't you call me? And how did you even know I was here?" Ashton reached for my wrist. "Don't!" I yanked my hand free. "I said I'm not leaving." I glanced nervously toward the restaurant entrance, half expecting Silva to storm in. "Is dinner with him really that important?" Ashton's voice was a low, dangerous growl. "I've got news. Important n