"So, this is your reason for scheming behind her back and framing her?" Ashton Heath’s voice became even colder and more indifferent.
Rebecca Kelloway’s eyes widened suddenly, a hint of astonishment and panic flashing through them. Her hands trembled, almost knocking the porcelain bowl in her hands to the floor.
"Ashton, what are you talking about?" She averted her gaze after a few flickers, looking away guiltily and not daring to meet his eyes.
How could Ashton Heath know?
He couldn’t possibly know.
Was he talking about that incident, or was he just testing her?
Rebecca Kelloway’s heart raced for a few seconds before she forced herself to calm down.
Ashton Heath sneered, "You know exactly what I’m talking about. Do you know why I agreed to see you today? Rebecca, I won’t force you to like her if you don’t, that’s your freedom. But if you think about harming her, I cannot just stand by and do nothing."
"Ashton, I... I didn’t do anything."
Rebecca Kelloway wasn’t sure if Ashton Heath was testing her or if he had really found something out.
She hid the panic in her eyes and feigned confusion, trying her best to stay calm: "Ashton, what are you talking about? I don’t understand. Joanna and I have no grudges against each other. I admit that I don’t particularly like her, but I don’t hate her either."
"What reason do I have to harm her?"
"Is it because of her scandal that you suspect me? Do you think I’m the one who hired people to set her up? Ashton, it’s not fair for you to treat me ."
Ashton Heath seemed to have heard a funny joke, his deep, profound eyes narrowing, a hint of menace flashing in them: "You think I’m wronging you? Do you think I would just randomly suspect you without investigating first?"
"You had the online trolls company spread negative comments and posts to slander her, framing her as the other woman in someone else’s relationship. You knew full well that she’s an artist working in the entertainment industry, where public opinion matters a lot, yet you did this."
"Rebecca, you want to ruin her."
"You do such outrageous things to my wife, do you think I would just stand by and not even bother investigating? Do you think I would meet with you without solid evidence?"
Rebecca Kelloway’s expression slowly cracked.
She hurriedly said, "Ashton, it wasn’t me."
"The traced IP address came from the Kelloway family. Who else could it be?" Ashton Heath’s gaze was utterly cold, without a shred of warmth. "I’ve already warned you not to harbor any ill intentions towards her. Otherwise, no matter who you are, I won’t be polite."
"It seems that you didn’t take my warning seriously. Instead, you became even more aggressive."
"Do you think I really won’t take action against you?"
Rebecca Kelloway’s face changed abruptly. She looked into those cold, black eyes and felt a sudden surge of fear.
It was precisely because she had known Ashton Heath for many years.
That’s why she knew his methods.
He was a ruthless man, and he was utterly cold and heartless to those he didn’t care about.
She had always relied on their long-standing friendship, convinced that he wouldn’t really do anything to her.
Even if he married another woman, she still believed that she held a certain place in his heart.
It was precisely because she was sure that she had a certain level of importance in his heart that she dared to target Joanna Lawrence.