For a moment, there was no reaction.
A few seconds later, when he finally reacted, he immediately gripped the soft, delicate hand of the girl beside him.
Slender and fair, his distinct knuckles intertwined with the girl’s fingers, clasping tightly together.
Seeing their intertwined hands, Frank Parker’s face changed again, his lips pursed and his fists tightened.
"Alright, I’m done with the call." Ashton Heath seemed to not notice Frank standing in front of him, his gaze falling on the fair and gentle face of the girl beside him, his voice gentle, "Did you find a bag you liked? Are you going to buy it?"
Joanna Lawrence nodded: "Yes, I found a bag that I think would be perfect for Aria."
She had planned to buy it.
However, someone was determined to make things difficult for her; she was quite helpless.
Ashton saw Joanna’s helpless and somewhat angry gaze and held her hand as they slowly walked forward.
After a few steps, he stopped.
He looked up, his eyes suddenly losing the gentleness he had just displayed when talking to Joanna, instead becoming cold and sharp, "Are you determined to be at odds with me?"
This was directed at Frank.
The sales assistants nearby were surprised to discover that.
As soon as Ashton appeared, Frank’s energy seemed to greatly diminish, not as strong as before.
The infamous short-tempered heir of the Parker family seemed to have restrained himself considerably.
Once again, their gazes turned to Ashton, all of them secretly guessing who this seemingly prestigious guest could be.
Even Mr. Parker seemed to be somewhat afraid of him.
There were only a few top-class wealthy families in Closia, and they were familiar with the other young and influential heirs who had good relationships with Frank.
Among those people, there was no sign of this mysterious guest.
However, someone who could make even Mr. Parker hesitate must have an impressive background.
Frank’s face turned pale: "So, you are determined to help this woman and make things difficult for me?"
Ashton didn’t say anything, just stared at him coldly for a few seconds, his eyes even colder than before.
Frank also had a cold expression, staring at Ashton as if competing, after a few moments, he sneered: "It seems you are determined to defend her. I know you won’t listen to me, so I won’t try to persuade you. I don’t care what you think of me, but..."
He hesitated for a moment, his eyes reflecting something different: "Ashton, aren’t you being a bit too cruel to Rebecca? You’ve known her for even longer, one might say you two are the true childhood sweethearts, growing up together."
"No matter what she did, her intentions were always for your benefit. Did you need to ameliorate your person by humiliating her to this extent? Do you know how heartbroken and devastated she was when she left the restaurant today? Ashton, you’ve gone too far."
"Rebecca is right, you’ve changed. You weren’t before." As Frank said this, his face showed disappointment.
After listening to Frank, Ashton’s face remained expressionless, his emotions unchanged.
It was as if Frank was talking about someone else who had nothing to do with him.
Not talking about him.
He asked indifferently, "Are you done?"
Frank spoke for a long time, seeing Ashton’s attitude, he became even more frustrated: "Yes, I’m done!"