Wendy Arden's outstretched hand froze in midair.
She watched as Ashton Heath just walked away like that, stunned for a few seconds, her face instantly turned extremely ugly.
After a few more seconds, she turned her head and glared fiercely at the playboys in the private room, then turned and ran after Ashton Heath.
She jogged to catch up with Ashton, panting behind him: "Ashton, wait for me, I can't catch my breath."
Ashton Heath suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Wendy's face lit up with joy, only to feel an icy-cold gaze fall upon her.
It was as if a layer of frost had enveloped her, the cold seeping into her bones, making her shiver.
She raised her head in panic and met a pair of icy-cold eyes, her heart skipped a beat for a few seconds, feeling terrified: "Ashton, you... "
"Stop following me." Ashton's voice was cold and carried a warning, "Stay away from me."
"And don't ever call me 'Ashton' again. You're not worthy."
