Dr Jennifer Ashton Net Worth Novels & Stories

“Did he find something?” Ashton nodded slowly, his gaze distant as he processed the information. “He did. He’s been digging into the Reeds’ financial history, cross-referencing everything around the time of Julian’s death. He found something that doesn’t add up.” He stopped walking and turned to face her, the gravity of his expression making her hold her breath. “A week after Julian’s reported ‘accident’,” Ashton began, his voice low and measured, “Rose Reed made an unusually large, one-time payment. It wasn’t a donation. It wasn’t an investment. It was a direct wire transfer to a private account.”

He opened a folder with four dossiers. NICHOLAS ASHFORD (42) — Cold enough to be intimidating even in a photograph. CEO of Ashford Capital with a net worth that made Aria's brain hurt trying to conceptualize it. Self-made billionaire. No public relationships. The dossier described him as "exacting," "precise," and "intolerant of mediocrity." The photo showed a man with dark hair silvering at the temples, sharp features, eyes that looked like they calculated every variable in a room.

His lips were so close to mine and my body fired up in need. "Oh please, why do I need to pay you? You have enough wealth to feed a country." I muttered and I meant it, Ashton was the wealthiest among the Jones's children, he was the only one who didn't depend on his father's wealth to live. He's a made man, he built his own empire and that was one more reason why I can't understand his game of playing my bodyguard. "I don't want you money, sweet thief." He hummed and my body quivered because something in me already knew what he wanted.

“Oh, darling, you know I don’t start games. I finish them.” I closed my eyes, forcing steel into my voice. “You’ve seen the headlines, haven’t you? Ashton’s just invested in Helen’s film. She’s everywhere again. Glowing. Rising. If this goes on, she’ll claw her way back into everything I’ve built.” “Mm,” Jack hummed, as if savoring the words. “Yes, I did notice. Ashton's holding her up like a prize. It’s delicious, isn’t it? The irony. You’ve worked so hard to dim her star, and now he’s feeding it oxygen.”