CHAPTER 472: CHAPTER 472: I’M HERE

——Aren’t you looking for someone to settle the score? Here I am.

When Ashley Shaw heard this, a gentle ripple stirred in her heart, like a breeze passing over a once calm deep pool.

To say she wasn’t moved would be false.

Someone who can’t remember anything, yet stands up for her despite only meeting twice... The first time he even shouted at her. If she felt nothing, she wouldn’t be normal.

She even felt that Warren Prescott was actually quite nice.

——Of course, this refers to Warren Prescott who doesn’t remember anything.

Ashley’s thoughts were brief, and Noelle York also showed a surprised expression on the other side.

What he said didn’t sound like a lie.

But it might be an act of heroism, seeing how pretty Ashley Shaw is, purposely coming from another room to play the hero.

Thinking of this possibility, the instant awe Noelle York felt towards Warren Prescott vanished, leaving only indifference.

She disliked anyone who liked Ashley Shaw.

With an icy smile, she said coldly, "Friend, if you want to play the hero, check the identity and occasion. Do you know who I am? Aren’t you afraid that doing a favor today will lead to trouble tomorrow?"

Warren Prescott chuckled lightly and said, "I know, you’re Deputy Chief York’s daughter!"

Noelle York was taken aback.

Warren continued, "But Deputy Chief York is in deep trouble himself, how does he expect to throw trouble my way? He’d have to get out first before he could even think about it."

Noelle York’s face turned pale.

This person... actually knows about her and her father.

Could he possibly have a background like Jocelyn Hayes as well?

Though Ashley Shaw knows Jocelyn Hayes, she might know other strong backers...

"Who are you? What do you want?"

Warren suddenly smiled, a captivating smile.

But Noelle felt her heart grow colder.

Because the smile never reached his eyes.

"What do I want to do? Shouldn’t I be asking what you want to do? I said this room was reserved by me, and you just claimed you wanted to settle the score, yet here I am. Don’t tell me the person you want to confront is only Ashley, and you don’t care at all who took your room?"

Noelle hesitated slightly upon hearing Ashley Shaw’s name: "This room... really was reserved by you?"

Warren stopped smiling: "Do you think I have the time to joke with you?"

Noelle’s eyelid twitched quickly.

From his tone, she confirmed it was indeed a coincidence.

If she’d known... she would’ve changed restaurants earlier.

But a prominent figure had finally agreed to come dine, and was already on the way now. Changing venues suddenly, would they be pleased?

It doesn’t matter! Better hurry and switch places now!

She couldn’t waste more time here with Ashley Shaw and Warren Prescott.

So, she braced herself, apologized for the mistake, and was about to leave.

Just then, Warren blocked her path.

Noelle jumped back instinctively in fright.

Warren smiled, "You don’t need to be so afraid of me. I’m not a bad person."

Not a bad person?

His aura could almost swallow a person whole!

"Then please, could you move aside?" Unconsciously, her tone grew respectful.

The truth is, when he wasn’t smiling, he was truly intimidating.

Smiling made it even worse, as if he could suddenly change and bite at any moment.

"Why the rush to leave? I haven’t finished speaking."

"Do you... have something else to say?"

Warren raised an eyebrow slightly, saying, "Didn’t you say you reserved this room? I didn’t know my people took yours. Now that I know, of course I’ll give it back. We’ve mostly finished eating anyway. If you want it, I’ll let you have it."

Noelle’s eyes lit up.

"Are you serious?"

If that’s the case, it would save so much trouble, and she wouldn’t have to worry about her guest being upset about a venue change.

"A man’s word is his bond," Warren said, looking at her. "But you’d better call to check when they’re arriving. So the service can clear our table quickly."

Noelle sensed something was off.

Just now he was glaring and intimidating, why suddenly offer the room?

After hesitating for a moment, Noelle confirmed, "Are you serious?"

"Of course."

"What if my guests arrive and you refuse to leave?" She couldn’t rule out the possibility that it was a trap.

If it was a trap, it would offend those she could turn to for help.

Warren replied, "That’s easy. We’ll have the waiter clear the table, and vacate the room, won’t we?"

Then Warren asked Assistant Lowell to call the waiter over.

Assistant Lowell, with a regular expression, responded and quickly walked to the restaurant’s front desk.

Ashley and Ariana Grant were unsure what Warren Prescott intended, exchanging a glance and seeing hesitation in each other’s eyes.

The waiter’s work was quick, as they had few people and hadn’t ordered much, the plates were cleared away in no time, a new tablecloth laid, and the room was clean again.

Noelle finally felt her heart settle back.

Her side glance caught Ashley Shaw and Ariana Grant frowning, and suddenly she felt pleased, speculating a bit further.

This person clearly knows Ashley Shaw, yet is helping her, could it be because he thinks she’s better than Ashley?

Could he have initially intended to pursue Ashley Shaw, but changed his mind after seeing her?

Regardless, Warren gave her face at the end.

She felt she had finally won over Ashley Shaw.

However, Noelle kept her composure and thanked Warren without changing her expression, "Thank you... I still don’t know your name?"

"My surname is Prescott, first name Warren."

Warren Prescott...

Noelle repeated the name inwardly, then suddenly looked up incredulously at Warren.

"You’re from the Prescott Group..."

"That’s right."

Noelle’s heartbeat picked up a notch.

But before she could speak, Warren spoke again, "The room is ready, shouldn’t you call your guests?"

With this reminder, Noelle quickly returned to her senses, dialing one number to reach an unanswered call.

The second time she called, the other party directly refused the connection.

Noelle’s face showed clear astonishment.

Warren’s thin lips curved slightly, offering her an explanation: "Perhaps they’re almost here, so they hung up."

Noelle nodded, which seemed the most likely.

Then she called another guest, and this time a mechanical voice informed her the phone was turned off.

How is it turned off?