From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 94

**Chapter 8**

As Ashley stirred awake, the sharp scent of disinfectant filled her nostrils, and she noticed a coat draped over her. A wave of satisfaction washed over her; it was a small comfort in the midst of confusion.

The door creaked open, and Johnson, the ever-dutiful butler of the Butler family, stepped in with an air of indifference. Ashley, still groggy, squinted at him and asked, “Where’s my brother? I don’t see him anywhere.”

With a faint roll of his eyes, Johnson replied, “Young Master has gone to the airport. He mentioned he was seeing off the most important person in his life.”

“Most important?” Ashley echoed, her brow furrowing in disbelief. “Isn’t that me? I’m right here, lying in this bed. Why isn’t Rhett here with me?”

Johnson’s expression remained unchanged, a hint of disdain creeping into his voice. “You really are shameless and delusional, aren’t you?”

“Johnson, have you lost your senses? How dare you speak to me like that?” Ashley’s voice rose, fueled by indignation. “I’ll ensure you’re not just fired; I’ll make it my mission to see you blacklisted from ever working in this city again!”

With a glance at his watch, Johnson calmly responded, “It’s about time, actually. Master instructed me to ensure you’re returned to the orphanage. Young Master shares the same sentiment.”

“What?!” The shock jolted Ashley upright in bed, her heart racing. “This can’t be happening!”

Despite her desperate protests, the harsh reality of her abandonment by the Butler family loomed over her like a dark cloud, unyielding and inevitable.

In a cruel twist of fate, Dad’s subordinates captured her tear-streaked face, her futile struggles, and the rawness of her despair as she clutched the iron bars of the orphanage. I stood back, observing her helplessness as the Butler family car pulled away, a stark reminder of her isolation. A flicker of satisfaction stirred within me, a twisted pleasure in her misfortune.

“Scarlett, I finally found you!” Rhett’s voice broke through the haze, his hands laden with a pineapple cake and pandan layer cake—her favorites. “And I brought some medicine too…”

If it weren’t for Rhett’s presumptuous delivery, my mood might have soared even higher.

“No need,” I replied coolly, dismissing his offerings with a wave of my hand. “My parents have arranged everything properly. The personal nutritionist and butler they hired have taken care of my needs. Thank you for your kind intentions, but please take it back.”

Rhett’s expression shifted, a flicker of hurt evident in his eyes.

“Scarlett, must you be so distant with me? Can’t we start over?” he implored, desperation creeping into his voice.

“No,” I replied, maintaining my polite façade. “If Young Master Butler has nothing else to say, I would appreciate your departure.”

With a single gesture, I summoned my personal butler, who immediately instructed the bodyguards to step forward and block his path.

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