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“Such devotion is rare in a man.”
“I’m from Trenwyn. I know they dated for years–they must have been deeply in love.”
“Wait, wasn’t the engagement broken off?”
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“That was when the Joyner family cut ties with Scarlett. The engagement belonged to them, so naturally it ended.”
“But look at him now. He doesn’t even acknowledge the breakup. Even after she’s supposedly gone, he wants to marry her.”
“So touching.”
The chatter online grew hotter, shooting straight to the top of the trending charts.
Netizens poured into the livestream, unleashing fury at the Lane family.
They accused the Lanes of acknowledging their daughter only to reject the Gu family, spurning Connor. Poor man, scorned and humiliated. He was even thrown into detention. And now Scarlett, heartbroken, had supposedly driven herself off a cliff.
The internet exploded in condemnation.
The Lane family, they said, deserved no forgiveness.
At the estate, even without seeing the comments, Owen had already been briefed by Lane Group’s PR team.
The scale of the uproar was dangerous. If he failed to manage it, the company’s image–and its profits–could collapse. Partners were already hesitating. A corporation that couldn’t withstand risk had no place in the public’s trust. Trust vanished, contracts broke, stockholders panicked, employees trembled. The entire group could fall.
In the middle of this pressure, Connor knelt.
“I beg you. Scarlett was half my life. Just give me her things.”
Grace sneered, her voice dripping contempt.
“When she was alive, you spurned him for being poor. Now that she’s gone, can’t you show mercy for such devotion? You’re disgusting. I’ve never seen parents like you.”
She turned to the officers.
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“You see the truth, don’t you? Arrest the Lane family now, before they destroy more lives.”
The livestream viewers echoed her fury, demanding the Lanes be punished immediately.
“Did I hear someone say I’m dead?”
The clear voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
All eyes
turned. A car had stopped at the gate.
The door opened.
Scarlett leaned casually against it, lips curved in a faint smile, watching the spectacle.
The moment her voice rang out, silence fell.
Those who knew her froze. Some turned stiffly, afraid to look too quickly, afraid of being
wrong.
The courtyard hushed, broken only by the steady rhythm of her steps as she entered.
Her face came into view on the livestream.
“Am I seeing a ghost in broad daylight?”
“But I swear I saw that crash–how is she fine?”
“This is creepy…”
“No, this just got interesting.”
“Funny thing–my neighbor’s tarot reader said Scarlett would be fine.”
“Give me their number. I want a reading too.”
Scarlett’s gaze swept the crowd, cool and sharp.
When her eyes landed on Grace, the woman flinched as if stabbed through the heart. For all her earlier bluster, she shrank back like a paper tiger.
Scarlett almost laughed at the anticlimax. She’d thought Grace would be more of a challenge. No matter–Mr. Samuel could deal with her later.
Then her eyes fixed on Connor.
“So,” she asked lightly, “you saw me die with your own eyes?”
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Called out, he blinked, dragging himself back from shock.
“Scarlett… you’re alive?” His face broke into delighted disbelief.
“You’re alive–that’s all that matters!”
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His eyes reddened as he stumbled forward, aching to grab her hand, but Taylor’s glare stopped him cold.
“Scarlett, you don’t know how worried I was. When I heard you’d died, I nearly followed you. But I couldn’t–not yet. I haven’t avenged you. I had to stay alive, for you.”
His voice cracked, thick with emotion, his gaze locked on her with desperate intensity, as if he could hold her with his eyes alone.
Scarlett felt nothing but revulsion.
“Drop the act. Oh, and while you’re at it–go check online. The things you did with Rebecca during our engagement? Already posted. If your memory’s bad, take a look. See for yourself how you two–timed me.”
The livestream chat erupted.
“No way… during a fire, he told his fiancée to stop making a fuss?”
“That was a fire! All he had to do was call for help or at least tell people where she was!”