Save Myself From Desperation novel Chapter 3

Jeremy and Jessica dashed ahead, reaching the entrance of the mansion before Ashley.

Just as the bodyguard had mentioned, an understated yet luxurious black car was silently parked on the roadside.

After seeing the license plate number, Jeremy's chest throbbed with excitement, his heartbeat quickening.

In all of Kilos City, only one person dared to use this license plate number, and that would be Valentin Kingsley.

Valentin, the young helm of the top-tier Kingsley family and the current CEO of the Kingsley Group, with assets reaching trillions, stood as the uncrowned king of Kilos City.

Today, Valentin actually deigned to come personally, which was an honor beyond measure for the Ramos family.

Jeremy, overwhelmed with excitement, walked briskly to the car and said flatteringly with great respect, "Mr. Kingsley, I didn't expect you to come in person. I apologize for not offering you a warm welcome. Please forgive me!"

However, after Jeremy finished speaking, he waited for quite some time, but no one came out of the car or said anything.

'What's going on?'

Jeremy thought, the smiled on his face suddenly froze.

Jessica flipped her hair, making herself look shy and delicate. She then stepped forward and revealed a gentle smile, asking in a soft voice, "Mr. Kingsley, you've honored us with your personal visit today. May I ask the purpose of your visit?"

However, even after Jessica spoke, there was still no response from inside the car.

'What exactly is going on?' Jeremy and Jessica exchanged glances, both puzzled.

They would never mistake this license plate. It was indeed Valentin's car. However, after a round of respectful greetings, neither of them received any response.

At this awkward moment, the door on the passenger side suddenly opened, and a man who seemed like an assistant stepped out.

Jeremy recognized him instantly. This man was Tom Shaw, Valentin's chief assistant.

Jeremy quickly figured out the situation. Given the current status of the Ramos family, they probably didn't have the right to have a direct conversation with someone of Valentin's caliber. Therefore, it was reasonable for Valentin to send his assistant to talk to them.

Jeremy knew that a big shot's right-hand man could never be neglected. Moreover, Tom was Valentin's chief assistant. Establishing a connection with him would be extremely advantageous for the Ramos family.

Jeremy, understanding the situation, immediately greeted Tom with a warm smile, "Hello, Mr. Shaw, you..."

However, Tom didn't even look at him, heading straight for Ashley, who was not far away.

Jeremy and Jessica witnessed this scene, feeling as if they had just been doused with cold water. They just stood there motionlessly, staring blankly at Ashley in a daze.

Tom approached Ashley, nodded slightly, and politely greeted, "Ms. Ramos, hello. I've been entrusted by Mr. Zain Kingsley to invite you to his house."

Zain?

Ashley heard the name, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. It turned out to be Zain Kingsley.

She had been left alone since childhood, raised in an orphanage, and later adopted by her grandparents.

Zain was a good friend of Ashley's grandfather, and he had met Ashley when she was still a little girl.

Tom showed Ashley a pocket watch, easily recognizable as the one Zain had worn for many years. It seemed that Zain had indeed sent Tom to pick her up.

Since Zain had asked her to come over, it was hard to refuse, so Ashley nodded. "Okay, then. Thank you for picking me up."

"Not at all, Ms. Ramos. It's my pleasure!" Tom smiled warmly, taking the suitcase from Ashley's hands.

With the luggage placed, Tom opened the back door of the car, saying, "Ms. Ramos, please."

Ashley bent to get into the car, and halfway in, she suddenly noticed there was someone else in the car.

It was a man.

The man sat in the back, with his long legs casually crossed, dressed in a pristine white shirt, every button meticulously fastened. He exuded an air of aloofness and restraint.

He was holding a stack of paper documents, and his fingers were long and well-defined.

Upon hearing the door opening, the man's gaze finally lifted from the documents, turning toward the direction of the door.