Ashley: I Have to Surrender This Round, Loyalty!

When people are angry, they are often dominated and controlled by an emotion called rage.

This emotion tends to cloud your thinking, judgment, and self-control; many things that people later regret are easily done while in a fit of anger.

For example, Stormfront.

However, there is another type of person: the angrier they get, the calmer they become, and their thinking even turns sharper and more meticulous than usual.

Ryan was also a master of performance, and his grasp of dialogue was far beyond what an ordinary person could compare to.

If someone hasn't undergone relevant training, it is very difficult for them to suddenly change their tone, inflection, and verbal habits.

But Raven Mitchell had been changed.

Ryan wasn't sure at first, but the moment he suddenly told Mitchell that she would receive an important supporting role in a movie, she revealed a flaw.

Because at that moment, Mitchell was truly revealing her desire.

At that moment, Mitchell had even broken free from the state of being controlled and coerced, directly triggered by the sudden realization of a long-held longing.

Afterward, he took advantage of this surprise attack and immediately, decisively, used an imperative tone to ask for Mitchell's location—Godol...

"Godol? Ashley, can you help me think of any place related to the syllables 'Godol'?"

Ashley gave a start, her soul seemingly jolted back into her body.

She looked at the eight-year-old boy in front of her in disbelief; she didn't even dare to face the sweet smile he was wearing at that moment.

No! You, why did you suddenly stop acting?

This... I, I don't know how to handle this.

This question is a bit out of my league!

We were all acting happily together; you play the good little boy for your dad, and I'll be your loyal subordinate. Even though the pressure is high, I'm willing.

But little ancestor Ryan, don't show your cards to me.

I really can be blind, deaf, and a complete idiot.

Ashley put on an ugly smile, still trying to salvage the situation: "Godol, is it? Okay, Ryan, I, I can't think of it right off the top of my head. Why don't I go back and investigate it carefully for you?"

Ryan suddenly stretched, then lay back into the large sofa he was sitting on. He pointed to the refrigerator in the room and said, "Ashley, I'm thirsty. Can you help me get a bottle of... hmm?"

He paused, seemingly considering what to drink to quench his thirst.

Ashley subconsciously replied, "Last time you wanted to drink Jinwei yogurt, Ryan, I already rushed to purchase a batch. It's in the fridge... uh?"

Compliance test??

A humiliating term suddenly popped into Ashley's mind, but before she could make sense of it, she heard Ryan had already agreed.

"Okay, then Jinwei it is. Thank you, Ashley."

"O-okay."

A moment later, a bottle of yogurt with a straw inserted was placed on the table.

But Ryan didn't get up to take a sip; he just stared at the yogurt, lost in thought.

It wasn't until Ashley became even more nervous that he suddenly blurted out, "Ashley, can I trust you?"

"This... Ryan, you, what are you saying?"

"You know full well, Ashley. You've been by my and Dad's side the whole time. So many things have happened these days, and you've even been the one handling the issues after Stormfront died."

Ryan looked at her: "Ashley, you've figured it out, haven't you?"

Ashley raised her hand, wanting to pull at her hair.

Suddenly, Ryan barked, "Don't touch it!"

Ashley stood at attention instinctively and shouted, "Yes!"

After that "Yes," the room remained deathly silent for a long time.

"Sigh—"

The quiet air was broken by Ryan's sigh.

He didn't look at Ashley's increasingly bitter face, just fretted to himself: "Mitchell didn't leave here of her own volition."

"She was dying to live in Vought Tower for the rest of her life, right, Ashley?"

"Y-yes, I suppose."

How the hell would I know? Who has the time to care about what some little Indian girl is thinking?

Ryan received his answer and continued to analyze: "But she left right after finishing a task for me, without even saying goodbye."

"So she was controlled. You heard the phone call earlier; she, or he, revealed a flaw."

"And in Vought Tower, Ashley, who do you think could pull this off?"

"It wasn't me!"

Ryan rolled his eyes: "I know it wasn't you, obviously. Forget it, give me Stan Edgar's number."

Ashley was nervous again.

She hurriedly asked, "Ryan, why do you need Mr. Edgar's number? This definitely has nothing to do with him, let's not bother him, shall we?"

Just as Ryan was about to demand the number again, he suddenly had a change of heart.

Although he was one hundred percent certain that Mitchell had been taken away after being discovered by Stan Edgar, even if he called him, would the man really tell him the truth?

Besides, what would he say if he called?

Break the tacit understanding that "I know you're a sly fox, and you know I'm a sly fox"?

Or just threaten him?

Ryan clearly realized one thing: the power of words is extremely weak and lacks any persuasive force without the deterrent of actual action.

In the current situation, Stan Edgar's control over Vought International and his restraint on Homie were beneficial; he could not proactively break this delicate balance.

Unless someone could replace Stan Edgar.

Ryan's gaze shifted back to Ashley. Could she do it?

She had the ability to handle affairs and a high level of professional competence, but his Homie still lacked someone who could make him feel a slight sense of fear...

No, to be precise, someone who could make Homie willingly restrain himself.

He could do it himself, but that person absolutely could not be him!

He was love, while that person had to be fear, hatred, and the object of a desperate craving for approval.

Therefore, for the time being, Stan Edgar could not be touched.

Just as the man possessed immense power yet only took Raven away to warn him that "I have already seen through you."

Mutual wariness.

Heavy thoughts and concerns left the room silent for a long time.

Once Ryan had figured this out, he suddenly beamed with a smile: "Ashley, you're right, let's not bother Mr. Edgar."

"Then can you tell me about this 'Godo'? You must know, right?"

Ashley felt a sense of relief, but her heart immediately tightened again, leaving her no room to breathe.

She decided to throw caution to the wind and stated her deduction directly: "It should be Godolkin University; it's the only university for super-powered individuals in the entire country."

Ryan: "?"

Was this university mentioned in the show? Why couldn't he remember?

Could it be that it only appeared after the fourth season?

While Ryan was still reminiscing, Ashley mentioned another name.

"If Mitchell was controlled by someone, then I can only think of one person who possesses such an ability."

"Who?"

"Cate Dunlap, who is in the top tier of that university."

After Ashley finished naming her, she seemed to remember something else and was about to start explaining.

But just then, Ryan suddenly made a gesture for her to stop.

Immediately following, the sound of a sonic boom reached their ears from outside the window, and then the glass door to the balcony of Ryan's room slid open automatically.

Homie walked in, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Hahaha, son, guess who I just saved?"

Ryan's reaction was seamless, his face full of confusion: "Dad, I can't guess, who did you save?"

"A big Hollywood star! My approval ratings are going to explode this time!"

After saying that, Homie let his imagination run wild: "Ashley, since you're here, go contact a few of the hottest Hollywood stars in a bit."

"Ah! What for?"

Homie frowned, casting a look of disdain at her: "To rescue them, of course. Haven't you noticed they have a lot of fans too?"

"Although not as many as we do, I won't turn them down. Go."

"Yes, I understand, sir."

Ashley snuck a glance at Ryan, and seeing he gave no indication, she immediately excused herself.

As soon as she left the room, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

"Hello! Thomas, there's an emergency. I'm giving you three minutes to appear in my room!"

"Damn it, don't ask me what it's about! What you need to do is bring the thickest little flag to me immediately, right now!"

"Motherfucker! Two! I want two!"