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Chapter 62

As soon as she entered the elevator, she breathed heavily and said: “Mr. Milan, I'm sorry, I won't be late..." As soon as she finished speaking, she fell straight to the ground.

Milan's breathing slowed down slightly, his hands were faster than his brain. He quickly reached out and hugged her tightly with both hands: "Ashley. Don't pretend to be dead." Just as he bowed his head, his long, narrow eyes suddenly opened wide. Only then did he realize that her lips were purple. His heart suddenly ached and he quickly hugged her:

“Ashley, wake up. Wake up."

Milan picked up the phone: "Where is Tyson? Has Tyson arrived yet? Tell him to hurry up to the 28th floor. Quick."

The elevator dinged, and the door opened, Milan grabbed Ashley's waist and rushed out, all the way to the bedroom, placing her on the big bed, he reached out and took off her wet clothes.

Long, slender fingers took off her clothes bit by bit, the first layer, the jacket; second tier, shirt; third floor... Forehead wrinkled,
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