After Death, Love Unveiled (Elara and Lysander)

Elara never expected Asher's situation to deteriorate to such an extent.

It had only been two days since she stopped paying attention to fim, and he got beaten up and kidnapped. With a father like Jefferson, his life sure was eventful.

Elara had no intention of helping. "You should call the police. The police would probably be more useful than me."

"No way!" Jefferson said anxiously, "We can't call the police! They'll hurt Asher if we do! What if he comes back missing an arm or a leg-you wouldn't want to see that, would you?" "Actually, I would," Elara calmly replied.

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"It's just losing an arm or a leg; it won't kill him, she retorted inwardly.

After saying that, she saw Jefferson looking at her with extreme tension as if she were a wicked witch.

She wasn't like this before. When Asher got into trouble before, she would be more anxious than anyone, Jefferson said inwardly.

Lysander didn't miss Elara's coldness, a bit surprised by her attitude. 'Did she really get over with Asher?"

At that moment, the sound of a car hom came from behind. Barrett was back. His car was blocked from behind.

Sécing Barrett appear, Jefferson quickly went to him, leaving Elara behind.

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I didn't refuse and let him get into the car.

Back in the living room, Barrett sat down

Jefferson pled in a hurry, 'Mr. Kensington, please save my son. After all, we are old classmates from way back. If you don't help me, Asher is really doomed!

Initially, it was solely due to their old classmateship that Barrett hired Jefferson as his driver. Later, upon discovering his gambling habit, Barrett felt it was inappropriate and considered replacing him.

He admonished, "I've told you before, stop gambling! Your son is not a child anymore; you must think of him."

"I will never gamble again! I was so stupid, but Asher is innocent in this matter. Please, just help me one last time!" Jefferson swore solemnly.

"Monica, take care of it. Go bring Asher back" Barrett glanced at his secretary.

Although he disliked Asher's previous indifference toward Elara, Asher was just a child, and he hadn't done anything too outrageous to deserve death

Barrett wouldn't leave him to die.

Meanwhile, Elara remained silent because she knew that her father would still save Asher even if she said no. He had a friendship with Jefferson from their school days. It was impossible for him to go too far with things, let alone disregarding -such a promising young man.

The things Asher did were in his previous life. In this life, he was just a high school student, at most a bit temperamental, but he hadn't done anything truly wicked.

Hearing this, Jefferson was incredibly grateful. "Thank you, Mr. Kensington, thank you! When Asher graduates, I'll definitely have him work for your company. Although we are poor, this kid has always been top of his class. He's definitely going to Chapter 35

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Barrett wasn't in the mood to hear his empty promises. "This is the last time I'm helping you. If you get into trouble again, I definitely won't care about you anymore."

"Sure, of course!" As long as he could save his son, Jefferson agreed to anything at the moment.

Monica brought someone to pick up Asher, and Jefferson went along as well.

"Dad, I want to go too." Elara spoke up suddenly.

"Aren't you going to rest? It's already late. Barrett looked at her.

"It's okay. I'll be back soon," Elara replied.

"Go ahead then. Barrett felt a bit helpless.

He knew that she and Asher were classmates. As long as she wasn't so love-struck, Harrett had no objections.

The car was already waiting outside the gate.

Elara stepped out and looked at Lysander. "Why don't you go back first?"

"Are you sure you can manage alone?" Lysander didn't want to leave.

"Come with me?" Elara looked at him, asking tentatively.

Inviting Lysander along, she feared he might not be pleased. Though she had no feelings for Asher anymore, Lysander might not see it that way.

Tll go with you! It's late now," Lysander said.

"Alright! Let's go together. Elara nodded.

After they got into the car, Elara instructed the driver to follow Monica's car.

Soon, they arrived at an abandoned factory.

Monica had already called the police before arriving, and the kidnappers were captured.

Asher was brought out, looking quite disheveled.

Elara couldn't help but sneer at the sight of his wretched state. For some reason, she found herself particularly delighted whenever she saw Asher in misfortune. It might be due to the horrific death she experienced in her past life, which twisted. her mentality a bit. "I'm going over to take a look." She turned to Lysander.

With that, she rushed to Asher, anxiously gazing at him. "Asher, you good? Did you get hurt? Her eyes were filled with genuine concern. It seemed she was truly worried sick.

Asher looked at her, touched by her gentle gaze. But recalling her cold demeanor toward him, he darkened his expression. "None of your business. I'm fine."

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Elara bit her lip, looking at him with what seemed like extreme grievance. She began to reproach, "I was so worried about you, yet you can't even spare a nice word for me. If it weren't for me begging Dad to save you, they would've probably chopped off your hands by If it weren't for personally witnessing her rejection of Jefferson at the Kensington family's doorstep and if saving AsherThis is from NôvelDrama.Org.

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wasn't Barrett's intention, lagander might have almost believed her words.

He was confused by her enigmatic behavior. But he found it que amusing, watching the spectacle with peace of mind.

Upon hearing Elara, Asher was also a bit surprised. He thought she would never bother with him again. But it seemed he was

wrong.

When he was taken away today, Asher fought with those men, bat they outnumbered him, resulting in some scrapes on his hands and arms.

They returned to the Kensington family soon.

Seeing that Asher was intact, Barrett felt somewhat reassured. "Asher, you good?"

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Kensington. I'm fine, Asher replied,

Despite Asher's rude attitude toward Elara, he had always been quite polite to Barrett.

"That's a relief. I've already talked to your dad, telling him not to gamble anymore. Go take a shower first, then tend to your wounds, Ursa, has the doctor arrived yet?" Barrett asked. "He's already on his way," Ursa replied.

"It's okay. They're just minor wounds. I can handle them myself later. With that, Asher went to take a shower.

Meanwhile, Jefferson stood by, in