Chapter 180 The Real Scarlett

The room Aurora stayed in had a view of the front courtyard for a reason–it was meant for guests, positioned close to the gate for convenience. The real family quarters were further inside; quiet, private. and elegant.

After today’spetition, the Lane family would probably start preparing a private vi just for her.

Aurora was in an excellent mood. Even the garden seemed more beautiful than usual.

In the front courtyard, Scarlett hadpletely run out of patience.

“I’ll give you one more minute. If you have something to say, say it. If not, keep kneeling.”

It finally dawned on Connor that she wasn’t ying around.

Scarlett was angry.

He’d have to humble himself further.

“Scarlett, I know I hurt you when I didn’t believe you during the giarism scandal. That must’ve been devastating. I’ve thought a lot about it, and I admit I was impulsive. But that’s only because I had high hopes for you. I always believed you would stand out. When I heard about the giarism, I lost control–not because I hated you, but because I was disappointed. I should’ve trusted you. I should’ve stood by you to find the truth. From now on, no matter what happens, I’ll be by your side. I swear it.”

He held up three fingers, as if pledging an oath.

Scarlett rubbed her temple. “That’s your exnation?”

Why wasn’t she crying, rushing into his arms?

Why was she still so cold?

Scarlett stood and checked the time. “Right on schedule.”

She turned to the butler. “Samson, did you record all of that?”

Samson nodded. “Every word.”

Scarlett smiled faintly. “Good. Send it out, along with the footage fromst nit. I want the narrative in our hands from the beginning.”

The Lane family had a full PR team. This would be no problem. Her return wasn’t a secret. If someone wanted to dig up the past, they’d be better off getting ahead of it and cleaning house now.

Samson’s eyes brightened. Scarlett’s way of handling problems reminded him of Owen.

A true daughter of the Lane family.

Then Scarlett waved at the bodyguards nearby. “Remember–no face shots. No visible injuries.”

The guards, clearly experienced, instantly understood what she meant and rolled up their sleeves.

Chapter 180 The Real Scarlett

Connor’s smug fantasy copsed into panic.

b“/bScarlett, what are you doing?”

Scarlett walked toward him with a smile. “Obviously, I’m having you beaten. Go ahead, bSamson/bb, /bdon’t forget to call the police. Report an intruder. Make sure it’s logged as self–defense.”

For a second, Connor thought she was joking–like back in their club days, when he’d force her binto /bhumiliating roles. He’d made her act as a doorman, let people call her a hostess, and only stepped bin /bbat /bbthe /blást second when she was almost dragged away.

This felt ufortable.

Butpared to what he’d done to her in the past? He didn’t think it was a big deal.

He assumed she was ying along.

Samson carried out orders without a word, though a small frown formed on his brow.

. Scarlett had an important event today.

Why hadn’t anyone arranged a ride for her?

When Ms. Aurora went out, the driver waited thirty minutes in advance. There were servants to pack snacks and fruit boxes.

But Scarlett’s side was quiet. Too quiet.

Had no one arranged anything?

iIs /iiit /iipossible /iithe /iifamily’s /iiwarmth /iitoward /iiScarlett /iiwas /iionly /iisurface/ii–/iilevel/i?

Samson’s heart sank.

iCould /iiit /iibe/i… ithey /iididn’t /iitruly /iicare/ii? /i

iAfter /iiall/i, iMr. /iiDenton /iiand /iiMr. /iiEugene /iialready /iiheld /iidriginal /iishares /iiin /iithe /iiLane /iiGroup/i. iMr. Denton/ii, /iiespecially/i, iwas /iia /iitech /iigenius /iiwhose /iiprofits /iiwere /iipractically /iiimmeasurable/i. iHe /iiwas /iialso the /iifamily’s /iimost /iilikely /iibridge /iiinto /iipolitics/i.

Eugene wasn’t as prolific as Denton but still stood out among his peers.

Compared to them, Scarlett was…cking,

There were rumors she had apetition today.

iSo /iwhat?

iEven /iiif /iishe /iiwon/ii, /iiwhat /iidid /iiit /iiamount /iito/ii? /i

The Lane family didn’t care for such trivialities.

And Scarlett–already in her twenties–was too old to mold. No matter how hard she worked, it was probably toote to catch up.

Denton’s stance was probably ijust /iidon’t /iicause /iitrouble/ii. /iNothing more

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