Chapter 181 Dismantled Dreams and Unexpected Rides

As long as Scarlett didn’t kill ormit arson, she’d remain useful enough to fulfill ba /bpolitical marriage That was likely the bottom line. Anything beyond that? Not worth their attention.

It bwas /bunderstandable.

Samson’s gaze swept over Scarlett once more.

She was beautiful–no doubt about that.

But her origins had ruined her. What a waste.

Before he could dwell on it longer, Connor suddenly took a few steps forward.

“Scarlett, this isn’t the time to be dramatic. Let’s clear up this misunderstanding. I promiseb, /bbif /byoue back to me, I’ll let you throw as many tantrums as you want.”

Before his words had fully settled, two uniformed officers appeared at the gate. After identifying themselves, they turned toward Connor.

“Pleasee with us.”

Connor blinked, stunned. He thought Scarlett was simply going all in with the theatrics now that her status had changed.

When he tried to raise a hand to block them, they yanked him back and pped a shiny bset /bof handcuffs bon /bhis wrists.

Only when he saw the police car did he realize–this wasn’t for show.

“What’s going on? I came here to apologize! I didn’t do anything–why are you taking me away?”

The officer shot him a re. “Keep it down. We don’t arrest people without evidence.”

Connor tried to struggle, but the officer’s grip was like iron, giving him no room to move.

The police car pulled away, and silence returned.

Scarlett rubbed her earlobe, finally feeling a little more rxed. Then she turned to Samson.

“Samson, I’ll leave the cleanup to you.”

Samson gave a firm nod. “Don’t worry. I won’t disappoint.”

Whatever the main branch thought, he was still a butler–and this was his jol

Scarlett checked her watch. “Right on time.”

Samson frowned.

iIs /iishe /iistill /iipretending/ii? /i

But in the next moment- a blindingly yellow sports car screeched to a stop at the

The window rolled down, and Jack pulled off his sunsses, waving. “Pixel! Let’s go!”

gate.

b13:46 /bbTue/bb, /bb12 /bbAug /b

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Jack, back in Jalindale, had fully reverted to his usual self.

Back at Trenwyn, he had at least pretended to act like the heir to the Damian family drewing neatly and copying Jasper’s tailored suits. But in Jalindale, where everyone knew his true nature, there bwas /bno need for that pretense.

Today he wore a loud floral shirt, had bleached his hair yellow, and topped it off with sunsses. He looked like a street punk with money.

Samson rubbed his eyes.

At first, he thought this was just some reckless punk.

And it set off every rm in his mind. Scarlett was a Lane–whatever else she was, she was supposed to be a woman groomed for alliance marriage. She couldn’t be fooled by some bleach–haired boy.

But that yellow car… only one like it existed in Jalindale.

He rubbed his eyes again, nced at the license te–and froze.

iMr. /iiJack/ii. /i

Samson stepped forward quickly. “Mr. Jack!”

Jack just waved him off. “Rx. I’m here to take Pixel to herpetition.”

Jack, heir to the Damian family, might be a spoiled brat, but he was frighteningly clever. That was why the old man at the head of the family constantly scolded him–he knew what Jack was capable of.

And in Jalindale, Jack was no ordinary figure. Most people would never even get the chance to meet him..

iYet /iihere /iihe /iiwas/ii, /iipersonally /iipicking /iiup /iiScarlett/ii? /i

iUnbelievable/ii. /i

More unbelievable than the national ser team winning the World Cup.

Scarlett smiled, opened the door, and slid into the back seat.

Samson’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Not only had she not invited Jack in–she’d let him drive her like a chauffeur?

And Jack didn’t seem the least bit offended. In fact, he looked thrilled to be be

off.

i the wheel as they sped

iI /iimust /iibe /iigoing /iiblind/i. iThat’s /iithe /iionly /iiexnation/ii. /i

“Samson, why are you standing at the gate like that?”

Grayson’s voice rang out. He was walking out with Chloe and spotted the dazed butler.

“Oh–nothing, sir,” Samson said quickly, snapping to attention. “Do you and Ms. Chloe need a car prepared?”

Grayson thought for a moment. “Get us a minivan. I’ll need two drivers–we’re going far.”

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b“/bbYes/bb, /bbsir/b.”

As Samson hurried off, Chloe looked up at her husband, eyes red again.

“All this… just because I had a nightmare. I feel so guilty making you go through all this with bme/bb. /b

Grayson pulled her into a hug, a soft smile on his lips. “Don’t overthink it. If your dream says this person bis /byour lucky star, then I’ll find her for you. No matter who she is or what her circumstances bmay /bbeb, /bbI’ll /bmake sure she stays by your side.”

Tears spilled from Chloe’s eyes.

She’d already shared Reba’s birth date with him. With Grayson’s vastwork, it wouldn’t take long bto /bfind her.

And soon, Reba would be right where she belonged–by her side.