Chapter 128
“Shall I pursue him?”
The secretary stood a few paces away as she asked. If Dominique gave the order, she would chase after Ashley without hesitation—but no such order came.
Instead, Dominique brought his cigar to his lips, drew in a long breath, and exhaled slowly.
The secretary silently watched the smoke as it sliced through the air in a straight line, then diffused and drifted in the still space.
“Miss Bernice, care to place a bet?”
Dominique’s gaze remained fixed on the window as he spoke.
“How long it’ll take for my son to come crawling back.”
“...You believe Junior will return?”
She asked after a pause. Dominique smiled, cold and sure. He had given Ashley everything from before the boy was even born—everything he needed, everything he wanted. He had never known what it meant to lack.
How long could he really last, running off with that penniless, worthless nobody?
“He’ll have no choice but to come back.”
His voice was heavy with confidence. The secretary said nothing, standing as she always did, expression unreadable.