Chapter 44 Mr Ashton

• "It's me." The visitor smiled, casually walked over to April, and casually picked up the expensive scarf on the table for a closer look. Then, with a sigh of regret, he said, "Such a good scarf, it's a pity Ms. Bennett doesn't want it."
• The person came in, talking while wrapping the scarf around their neck, and laughed, "You see, it seems to suit me better."
• April looked at her, seemingly lost in thought. The fiery red scarf hung on the newcomer's body, shining brightly like a flame, as if it was a torch in the darkness—