Novel & Cerita The Fine Print Lauren Asher

As soon as I walk in all of the girls looked up and watched me for a while then started whispering to each other immediately. I uncomfortably wiggled around in my seat at the unnecessary attention. Asher walked in a moment later and locked eyes with me, he seemed calm and perfectly normal unlike at lunch. The girl in the seat in front of me-her name is Lauren I think-turns around and smiles brightly at me.

Ralph had dozed off on a single sofa after getting bored with his game. As for the payment account, Asher decided to use one of his late mum's accounts, which his dad had left for him, and which he said had originally belonged to his late uncle, who registered it under a pseudonym; Rainbow Cloud. Excellente! My mum returned immediately we wrapped up the setup, so I went to assist her with the cooking. Ten minutes later, Asher burst to the kitchen in excitement. “You won't believe it. Three requests just came in." Wow, Gracie. Your life can't be that bad after all.

After all, the lives of the rich were always fascinating to ordinary people. Sitting in the cab, Kate saw Lauren's message. She slammed her fist against the seat's backrest with terrifying force. The driver frowned. "Hey, careful! Those seat covers are brand new." Kate shot him a sharp look that was calm yet deadly. "If they're ruined, I'll pay. Just drive!" … Meanwhile, Lauren had just returned to her tiny apartment. She blissfully showered and hummed to herself about how much she loved a good bath. Just as she was settling comfortably into bed, ready to order some takeout and binge some cartoons, a WhatsApp notification popped up.

Ashton heard the entire conversation through the speaker. Someone on the PR end was scrambling to explain that they were pushing it down, but someone else must be feeding the algorithm, keeping it hot. Cassian hung up, then stared at his screen. His shoulders slumped. "They found out who Ashton is." Everyone in the room looked at Ashton. He was looking at the comments. The screen lit up in cold white, lines of text sliding past his narrowed eyes. [That's Ashton Laurent from Laurent Global Holdings. He runs the whole empire now.]

" He was saying. Those black hair, black eyes, chiseled jaws, plump lips... Rhys Larsen is a sight to behold. Meanwhile, I totally forgot about the finale. Still, I am happy to see that he won. "I don't get this. Why do they have to risk their life just to drive a car? It is really boring and so uncool-" Asher was saying a lot more and it made me clench my teeth really hard. I threw the remote in his direction and roughly brushed my hair. I didn't even do the courtesy to apply some makeup on my face, "I am ready. Let's go." I just want this night to be over.

His eyes locked on Braylin who was suddenly very interested in a piece of string on her shirt that was loose. Asher speaks up from the screen, "I train every bartender and waiter at our bars. I also like to jump behind and help whenever and wherever I can. No one really knows about the whole billionaire thing unless they go digging." He shrugs his shoulders, "I never told Leah, guess it's a good thing now huh?"

"Let’s go back. We’ll settle this in the den." "But this will ruin your momentum!" Lisa cried. "Lisa, do you think I haven't scented a trap before?" I countered. I hadn't expected Blake to choose Riley over the Hart fortune, but if he wanted a war of attrition, I was ready. As I slid into the seat next to Connor, he handed me a tablet. "I had Jordan Reed dig up the archives on this 'Ashley.' Her resume is built on the bones of the artists she’s ruined. All her dark secrets—the bribes, the scandals—are right here."

I sigh without looking up from my phone, He minds his business after that, and I think I’ll need something stronger than a cup of hot chocolate to work. Robin responds in time, “Lara worked in his house as a contract staff, he should have had no personal dealings with her.” “Leave no stone unturned.” I send back, Asher drops a stack of papers in front of me, and when I give him a look, he completely pretends he doesn’t see it. I scoff, going back to texting. “Carson–” “Relax, paperwork prince, I’m doing my own research, it doesn’t have to be papers all the time. The world is global now.”

, he'd rather die, it was also too late to discard it, he couldn't burn it with magic either afraid someone might notice it. "I'LL DO IT MRS LAUREN," Liam yelled like a child as he quickly got up on his feet and ran towards asher. "Bring it out, don't be shy," he said with a grin taking his hands into asher's pocket to pull out the paper, to stop him from pulling out asher placed his hands on his wrist. "He won't let me pull it out Mrs Lauren," he groaned like a child, a mischievous smirk coming to play between his lips when she responded

The scolding and the sharp slap of words came together. “You…” Liz stared in surprise at Asher, who pushed through the crowd, holding a paper cup of coffee and carrying a backpack. “Were they the ones barking all this time?” Asher casually pointed at Lana and Laura. Liz’s two “friends” were shocked and stared at Asher. His appearance was unexpected, as was his handsome face. Asher tied his slightly long hair back, pulling away the strands that usually covered part of his face, revealing his features perfectly—and they were perfect. His appearance was casual, wearing a denim jacket and a white T-shirt, but still flawless, supported entirely by his rugged, masculine Italian looks.