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*If that’s how you really feel, then I won’t say another word. From now on, we’ll go our separate ways. Let’s never see each other again”
With that, he turned and walked away.
But inside, he was burning with rage.
All those years of being together–how could Scarlett just walk away like it meant nothing?
And now she was trying to hook up with some old man just to climb the social ladder?
What did their love even mean to her back then?
He’d even been stupid enough to give her all that time, hoping she’d apologize.
What a joke he was!
As he kept walking, something felt off.
Normally, by now, Scarlett would’ve come running after him.
Probably crying and begging him not to be mad anymore.
He couldn’t help it–he turned around.
And saw Scarlett already walking away with Sharon, heading toward the library. The two of them were deep in conversation, laughing like nothing had happened.
She didn’t even glance his way.
He froze.
If Scarlett had come to ask for forgiveness, he might’ve snapped at her, lectured her for a bit.
But now… she didn’t even seem to care.
That hit hard–way harder than he expected.
It made him panic a little.
Almost without thinking, he stepped forward.
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No – this was a mind game .
Scarlett was trying to see who’d caye first, who’d lose their cool.
Ha !
He nearly fell for it !
Furious now, that panic got buried under a fresh wave of anger. He spun around and left.
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He swore he’d never care about Scarlett again.
Let her rot for all he cared.
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“I should’ve stayed,” Sharon muttered through clenched teeth. “You don’t know how to fight, that’s your only problem. If it were me, I would’ve punched him right after the first sentence.”
The more I think about it, the angrier I get. I swear, I’m gonna go cut his tongue out.”
Scarlett grabbed her arm. “You really want to dive into a sewer just to unclog it? Not worth it.”
Sharon blinked. “Damn. Why does that actually make sense?”
Scarlett sighed. “How’s your thesis coming along?”
The mention of it made Sharon visibly deflate. “We were such good friends a minute ago… and now you bring this up? Ugh. I still haven’t figured out my innovation angle. My advisor’s ready to strangle me.”
Scarlett pointed at the library ahead. “Come on. Let’s dig in.”
Time flew by.
The long–anticipated medical symposium was finally here.
The event was held at Trenwyn’s convention center, which could seat forty thousand people.
From early morning, the streets near the venue were completely jammed.”
Rebecca sat in the car holding a cage wrapped in black cloth, hiding whatever was inside.
Oliver was driving himself. He was dressed to the nines, since today’s event would be attended by some very prominent figures.
Franklin and Martha sat beside Rebecca in the backseat, both dressed in their best and looking dead serious.
When the car slowed to another halt, Oliver frowned.
“At this rate, we’re gonna be late.”
Rebecca offered a gentle smile. “Don’t worry, we’ve got time. If it’s still jammed later, we can walk the rest of the way. Call it a relaxing stroll.”
Oliver was clearly soothed. “You’re right.”
“Oh, and Rebecca,” he added, “my company’s handling the computer systems at the venue. If you need anything, just let me know right away.”
“Got it, big bro. I’ll remember.”
She paused and glanced out the window, face clouded with concern.
“I wonder which car my sister’s in. I hope she’s not running late.”
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Martha snapped. “She’s tried to steal your research so many times–if she is late, that’s karma doing its job. She deserves it.”
Rebecca quickly lowered her head like she’d said something wrong and didn’t dare speak again.
Martha was just about to comfort her when the low thump–thump of a helicopter filled the air.
“What’s wrong with that chopper? Flying that low–it’s gonna hit someone’s car!”
Martha was instantly irritated. “Tratlic’s already a nightmare, and now we’ve got some chopper making things worse? No manners at all!”
Then, the helicopter shifted its angle slightly, just enough for them to see the passenger inside.
“Wait a second…”
Oliver had the clearest view, but he still didn’t quite believe it.
He leaned in, took another look, and finally exclaimed, “That’s Scarlett!”
The car fell into stunned silence.
It was like someone dropped a bomb in the backseat.
Rebecca’s hands clenched tightly around the cage.
Her lips were nearly bleeding from how hard she bit them.
Scarlett … took a helicopter ?
Who made that happen ?
Mr. Wayne ?
No, impossible.
He hated special treatment more than
anyone .
John , maybe ?
No, that didn’t make sense either .
John’s main territory was Jandale . He didn’t have much pull in Trenwyn .
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