Ashley's Pov
As we stepped out of the restaurant, I saw Mr. Lee's assistant waiting for us, flanked by two enormous and intimidating bodyguards. Christian nodded at them, and Mr. Lee's assistant shook his hand.
"The police refused to issue a warrant," he said, his voice low and serious. "But Mr. Lee has his own ways of handling things."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as he glanced back at the bodyguards. I knew exactly what he meant - they were going to use force to get the information out of the bar owner.
We walked into the bar, and Christian asked me to wait at the bar while they handled the situation. But I shook my head, determination coursing through my veins.
"No, I'm coming with you," I said, my voice firm.
Christian's eyes narrowed, his expression concerned. "Ashley, this
