Apparently, he also saw it.
As Wendy was crying miserably, being dragged away by the playboys, Joanna asked Ashton Heath, "Did you see that? Yannick’s little cousin seems to be in trouble."
"Yeah, I saw it." Ashton had already turned his gaze away when Joanna talked to him.
His voice was indifferent, revealing no emotion.
Joanna noticed that he seed to have no intention of helping out: "Aren’t you going to help?"
"Why should I help?" Ashton’s puzzled response.
Joanna: "..."
"She’s Yannick’s cousin."
"That has nothing to do with ," Ashton said coldly. "She’s not my cousin."
"..."
That’s what Ashton thought, and he had no intention of playing the hero.
Even if it was his cousin, he might not help out.
For him, Yannick’s cousin was just a stranger.
He had no habit of helping strangers.
Moreover, he didn’t have a good impression of Wendy.
"No, I think we should get involved." Joanna stood up, furrowing her brows, "Those n clearly have no good intentions, and she’s definitely in danger. She’s still a child. If we hadn’t seen it, it would have been one thing, but now that we’ve seen it and do nothing, I can’t bear it."
Joanna didn’t know that she was already considered a love rival by Wendy.
However, with her character, even if she knew Wendy’s thoughts, she would still help.
In her eyes, Wendy was still a child.
She couldn’t stand to watch a child be bullied by several grown n.
Ashton’s brows furrowed: "You want to help?"
"Otherwise, just watch her be bullied? She’s still a child, what if sothing bad happens?" As Joanna thought of the possible consequences, her face changed.
Ashton saw that she had already made up her mind, so he sighed softly, stood up, and said, "Let go. You stay here, I will handle it."
He didn’t want to help.
But when his little wife insisted, he had to listen to her.
"You’re going alone? Can you handle it?"
"You doubt your husband’s ability?" Ashton’s eyebrows raised, as if offended. His lips curved into a smile, "Don’t you know what I’m capable of?"
Joanna: "..."
Is he trying to start a fight?
Her fair face flushed a faint red, and she glared at him: "Cough, cough. Ashton Heath, public place, mind your manners!"
"What did I do?" Ashton pretended to be confused and teased her.
Joanna glared at him again: "Stop talking nonsense. Go help Wendy."
Ashton Heath was extrely reluctant and gave a "hmm."
"Wait for patiently. If you’re hungry, eat first. You don’t have to wait for ." After leaving this sentence, he walked towards the direction where the playboys just headed.
*
When Ashton went after them, the playboys had already taken Wendy into the private room.
He walked to the entrance of the private room, hearing Wendy’s cries coming from inside.
He stood at the door for a while before he reached out to open it.
In the private room, a playboy was forcibly holding Wendy with a glass of wine in his hand, trying to force her to drink it.
Wendy shook her head, refusing to drink, and the playboy gave a malicious smile, saying, "Little sister, if you don’t drink it yourself, Big Brother will have to feed you personally."
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