Love at the Wrong Table - Season 8 Episode 17

Although Ashton had a fiery temper, her leadership skills were top-notch.

Her team members were quick and efficient, their momentum unstoppable,

swiftly taking control of the scene.

The restaurant’s patrons were so frightened that they dared not make a

sound, obediently following the orders.

Seeing that all the doors to the private rooms were open except for Suite 888

Ashton furrowed her brows and coldly demanded of Eleanor, “Who’s in there?”

Eleanor was a bit displeased with Ashton’s investigative style but maintained

a stern expression as she replied, “Mr. Lowe is currently providing medical

assistance to two women inside. It’s not appropriate to open the door.”

“Mr. Lowe? Not appropriate?” Ashton quirked a brow and clenched her teeth

in response. “What’s the full name of this Mr. Lowe?”

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“Emmanuel Lowe!”

Though displeased, Eleanor had to cooperate with the investigation.

“What? That jerk again!” Ashton instantly turned furious. “I order you to open

the door immediately!”

“I can’t do that!” Eleanor stood her ground. “Even if you’re in a position of

authority, you must respect people’s privacy. Mr. Lowe might need to undress

the patients to treat them!”

Tsk, tsk!

Outside, the crowd stirred again.

Thinking about the alluring scene inside, some men couldn’t help but let their

imaginations run wild.

Two beauties at once!

“Enough with the nonsense! Open the door! Can you bear the responsibility if

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Mr. Lowe is the poisoner and he escapes? Hmph!” Ashton’s anger resonated

in a thunderous roar.

Eleanor’s resolve was no match for Ashton’s, and she could only step aside

unwillingly.

With that, Ashton lifted her foot, ready to kick open the locked door.

“Don’t!” Juan cried out in alarm, his voice urgent. His daughter was in there!

However, his desperate plea couldn’t stop the hotheaded Ashton.

Click!

An unexpected scene unfolded. The door suddenly swung open from the

inside just as Ashton was about to kick the door open.

Caught off guard and due to the momentum, Ashton lost her balance and

ended up in the arms of the man inside.

“Captain Summerton, are you alright?” Emmanuel, expressionless, gently

pushed her away.

“D*mn it!” Ashton was beside herself with rage. She had just unexpectedly

embraced the man she despised the most in front of everyone. Not only that,

it wasn’t her who pushed him away, but he who pushed her.

On what grounds?

She was a Level 3 Inspector, and yet she had to be mortified like this?!

“Get out here! Was it you who poisoned them?” Ashton, furious, shouted at

Emmanuel, almost losing her composure.

-Pfft! Emmanuel couldn’t help but laugh. His laughter sounded unbearably

harsh in Ashton’s ears.

“What the hell are you laughing at, you jack*ss?!” Ashton was so infuriated

that she grabbed Emmanuel by the collar.

“I’m laughing at you!” Emmanuel gently brushed her hand away and said

sternly, “Based on normal reasoning, who would believe that a poisoner

would stay at the scene to save everyone after poisoning them? Do you think

criminals have nothing better to do in your mind?”

Pfft! The crowd sniggered.

Emmanuel’s serious words unexpectedly had a humorous effect. However, despite laughing, these people were still afraid of Ashton’s authority, so they quickly forced themselves to stop, which looked quite comical.

Ashton’s delicate face turned as red as if it were on fire, and in a fit of anger, she drew her gun and pointed it at Emmanuel.