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Chapter 103: Ashton’s POV

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Dan sat back in his chair, drumming his fingers on the tabletop as he inspected me closely. His sharp eyes pick up on every detail.

"Why would Rose do this?" he asked, and I could sense the deep thought behind his tone.

I tugged on my hair, frustrated, as I ran a hand through it. “Because it’s her,” I answered, shaking. “Only Rose would go to such drastic lengths to be able to track me wherever I am at all times. She’s totally losing it, Dan. And I’m so sick of her games.”

I braced myself on the table, my hands balled into fists. “If it wasn’t for Henry, I’d have been long gone from her ages ago.”

Dan held his hand up and spoke. He was calm, but his jaw was clenched. "Ashton, don't worry about this," he said gently yet firmly. "This is just a distraction. You understand, don't you?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "This woman has been giving me such a hard time for so long! I am not going to let this slide now. She has crossed the line this time."

Dan moved forward and placed his hands
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