CHAPTER 523: CHAPTER 523: HOWARD YEATS LOSES HIS COOL

Cormorant Shore Villa, Suburbs of Westmere.

Scarlett Lawrence walked out of the villa, muttering curses under her breath, loud enough only for herself to hear. She had a lot of complaints in her heart but was also afraid that Samuel Lockwood inside the villa would hear.

What bad luck.

She had initially thought she was coming here to see how Ivy Linden would have a tough time, but now she’d ended up as the cooking maid.

Samuel Lockwood asked her to go buy groceries and cook, didn’t even give her money for the groceries, and warned her not to spout nonsense outside. If he found out, Samuel Lockwood would kill her parents back in Arden Town.

"Completely out of luck."

Samuel Lockwood is also a coward. His wife has already planted such a big cuckold on his head, yet he hasn’t even beaten her up harshly. If it were in Arden Town, and a wife acted so cheap with another man, the men there would certainly strip such a woman naked and hang her on a tree to beat her half to death.

The sound of a car came.

Scarlett Lawrence was so frightened that she hid behind the ironwood tree in the flowerbed outside the door.

The car stopped in front of the ironwood tree, and Scarlett’s heart leaped. Could she be so unlucky? Just came out and already discovered by someone? Is this person too free, meddling in others’ business?

However, it could also just be someone coming to park.

The door on the driver’s side opened, and a long leg stretched out, revealing Howard Yeats’s handsome face to Scarlett.

Scarlett was very surprised, how could it be Howard Yeats?

Was she seeing things?

"Come out."

Howard Yeats swept his icy gaze over.

Scarlett was terrified, trembling as she came out from behind the ironwood tree, as if possessed by an actor: "Mr. Yeats... Mr. Yeats, someone claiming to be Ivy’s husband captured us here. I barely managed to escape to find you to come rescue Ivy, I didn’t expect you to appear... Tell me, I’m not dreaming, this is real..."

Scarlett cried, pitifully running up to Howard Yeats, reaching out for a hug of love.

Howard Yeats’s eyes flashed with disgust, stepping back two steps: "Stay away from me."

Scarlett was dumbfounded, her tear-blurred vision clearly seeing Howard Yeats’s abhorrence towards her, feeling uncomfortable inside. Ivy already had a husband and child, yet Howard Yeats was still so fond of her, while she was a genuine maiden, and Howard Yeats despised her.

Howard Yeats, are you blind?

Scarlett sobbed: "I... I’m so scared, Mr. Yeats... Can you give me some warmth and strength? I’ll take you in to rescue Ivy, she’s locked in a very secret place."

This made Howard Yeats quite averse.

But, in order to save Ivy.

"Come here." Howard Yeats said in a deep voice.

Scarlett could hardly believe it, he... he agreed? The surprise came too fast, Scarlett was thrilled to the point of trembling heart, shyly opening her arms to embrace Howard Yeats, she finally could intimately approach her male god like this.

Scarlett tightly embraced the man, wishing she could bury her face into the man’s chest. She closed her eyes, inhaling the manly tobacco scent on him, although this scent wasn’t much different from other smoking men, but after Scarlett’s fanciful beautification, it became a special and pleasant manly smell.

The hugged man didn’t dare to move, his body and face were stiff.

Boss, this woman is too crazy, she’s hugging me to suffocation.

The man was extremely miserable.

"Had enough hugging? Take me to save Ivy."

Howard Yeats’s impatient voice rang out.

No, I want to hug forever.

Thought Scarlett.

"Okay."

Reluctantly, Scarlett released "Howard Yeats", the moment she looked up and opened her eyes, she saw her Howard Yeats standing behind a bodyguard, and the man she just hugged was only a bodyguard.

Scarlett went ballistic, cursing at the bodyguard: "Why is it you? How dare you impersonate Mr. Yeats?"

The bodyguard shook his head, did he want to be hugged? He was dragged over by the boss, okay? Why didn’t this woman have a sense of self-awareness?

Furious, Scarlett shoved the bodyguard away, her eyes red as she said to Howard Yeats: "Mr. Yeats, that hug didn’t count, I need a redo."

Howard Yeats smirked coldly: "Even I have limited patience, take me inside."

Scarlett was reluctant, seeing the weapon in Howard Yeats’s hand pointed at her head.

Scarlett’s face turned pale, not daring to make a sound, obediently turning to lead Howard Yeats into the villa.

Ivy was locked in Samuel Lockwood’s room on the second floor.

After leading the people up, Scarlett pointed at the door, afraid to speak, fearing that if she did, Samuel Lockwood would know she brought people up. Samuel Lockwood wasn’t a kind soul either.

In case Howard Yeats didn’t manage to kill Samuel Lockwood, Samuel Lockwood would undoubtedly retaliate against her later.

Unfortunately, Howard Yeats didn’t let Scarlett have her way.

He lowered his voice: "Find an excuse to make Samuel Lockwood open the door."

Howard Yeats wished he could rush in immediately to save Ivy, but to barge in recklessly like this, if Samuel Lockwood were beside Ivy, he would use her life as leverage against him.

This was something Howard Yeats didn’t want to see.

So, at this time, he had to force himself to calm down.

Scarlett shook her head in terror: "No, I can’t, Mr. Yeats, please don’t harm me."

The cold gun pressed against Scarlett’s back.

"Want to die?" voiced a bone-chilling sound, like the Grim Reaper demanding life.

Scarlett was scared out of her wits, shaking her head continuously, under Howard Yeats’s threat, she stumbled to the door, raising a trembling finger to knock.

"Who is it?"

Samuel Lockwood didn’t come to open the door, his voice guarded.

"Samuel..."

Scarlett had just opened her mouth when the gun behind her pushed strongly.

"Speak normally."

Howard Yeats looked at her with extremely cold eyes.

Scarlett gritted her teeth: "Mr. Lockwood, I found that I didn’t have money after going out, should you give me some money since you asked me to buy groceries?"

"So annoying."

Samuel Lockwood didn’t notice anything amiss, complaining as he finished speaking, he took two hundred-dollar bills from his wallet, opened the door, and handed them to Scarlett.

The door was suddenly kicked open with a bang.

Samuel Lockwood was knocked to the ground.

Howard Yeats saw Ivy on the bed, a sharp pain in his heart, his eyes filled with anger.

The bodyguards were about to enter.

Howard Yeats shouted loudly: "No one is allowed to enter."

All the bodyguards stood still at the door, immediately after, the door was kicked shut by Howard Yeats with a bang.

Samuel Lockwood tried to get up.

Howard Yeats held a gun in his hand, punching Samuel Lockwood’s face, Samuel’s nose bled, letting out a miserable cry.

Howard Yeats’s foot heavily stepped on Samuel’s chest, gun aimed at the suffering Samuel on the ground, his face full of violent emotion.

This bastard, how could he treat Ivy like this?

Ivy is this bastard’s lawfully wedded wife! It was also this bastard who betrayed Ivy, leading to their divorce. He let him live still, but dared to treat Ivy like this?

Such utter scum.