Chapter 42 No One’s Chasing You
“I can’t believe how much you’ve changed!”
Connor couldn’t help but raise his voice, but Scarlett only let out a cold laugh.”
“Volume doesn’t make you right, Mr. Connor. Are you yelling to cover up how guilty you feel?”
Connor’s face turned a deep, stormy shade.
“Scarlett! You’re questioning me?”
Scarlett shrugged. “Obviously. You should be questioned.”
“Heh. Looks like now that someone’s backing you, you’ve really grown a spine! But I’ll say it again, don’t come crawling back to regret this!”
With that, he flung his sleeve and turned sharply on his heel to storm off.
In his heart, he quietly began counting.
Before, whenever he left in a huff like this, Scarlett would always come running after him.
She never lasted more than ten seconds.
But now… he had already walked out of the cafeteria. In his head, he’d counted to twenty.
Still nothing.
Frustrated, he suddenly turned back-
Only to see Scarlett sitting across from James, apparently with a fresh plate of food, eating like she hadn’t a care in the world.
His hands clenched into fists in rage.
His whole body was trembling. Fine! Fine! Fine!
This time, she had really done it—she’d actually gotten under his skin.
Even if she came crawling back, begging him for forgiveness on her knees, he wouldn’t give her a second glance.
“Connor!”
He hadn’t walked far when he ran into Rebecca, who was heading to class with a few classmates.
“What are you doing here?”
Rebecca had changed into a crisp white dress.
Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, giving her a sweet, innocent look. When she saw Connor, she lit up
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in surprise.
She thought he was there to see her.
But as she got closer, she noticed the food stains on his clothes.
“Did you… get into a fight with my sister?”
She quickly pulled out a pack of wet wipes and began gently wiping the mess off Connor’s clothes.
The two of them were standing so close, their breaths nearly mingled.
Connor watched as the girl moved in closer, her soft fingers occasionally brushing against his skin.
Even the cold dampness of the wipe was warmed by his skin.
“It’s nothing. I was actually here to see you–just ran into her by accident.”
“She wanted to get back together; I said no, so she lost it.”
The moment Rebecca heard he’d come for her, her heart swelled with sweetness.
But her expression was full of concern.
“She really went too far.”
She noticed a bruise forming near Connor’s temple where he’d been hit and gently rubbed it with the pad of her finger.
“But she’s working under your professor’s rival now. That guy’s trying to become an academician, it makes sense that she’d be a little full of herself. Just try to be understanding.”
“She became John’s student?”
Connor froze. The only person trying to challenge Calvin for the title–and had beef with him was John.
Supposedly a descendant of the Reeves family, John came from a family with deep roots and a powerful legacy.
No wonder Scarlett seemed so confident earlier. Still, why did Scarlett always end up under someone powerful? And why did they always like her?
First it was the Lane family’s representative, now it was John!
If he hadn’t been with Scarlett for years, he’d start believing she was just naturally extraordinary.
“Rebecca, no matter who she studies under, she’s not allowed to walk all over you.”
“If anything ever happens, call me immediately.”
Rebecca nodded, her face showing a bit of vulnerability. “I will.”
Normally, Connor would’ve taken the time to comfort her–but today, he acted like he hadn’t even
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noticed.
“Rebecca, do you know how to write proposals?”
If someone as plain as Scarlett could write a decent one, then Rebecca–who was a thousand times better- would surely impress the Lane family’s rep beyond belief!
He’d already thought it all through.
If they could win the Lane family’s approval, he’d be able to declare it to the world that Rebecca was the real deal.
Scarlett was nothing more than a fame–chasing fraud.
And when that happened, he wanted to see if Scarlett could still be as smug as she was today.
Rebecca, however, fell silent. She could write basic proposals.
Like ones for student council events, or organizing class meetings for her advisor.
But, when it came to corporate–level strategic planning, she had no experience at all–not even close.
Now that Connor had brought it up, it was clear this wouldn’t be easy.
She definitely couldn’t pull it off.
“Connor, I do know how to write them… but I’m busy with lab work right now. I’ve been spending all my time in the lab.”
The moment Connor heard she could write them, his eyes lit up with delight.
“No worries. It won’t take up much of your time.”
“I’ll have the head of the planning department contact you. You just need to provide the concept.”
He’d done his research.
The Lane family’s rep didn’t hate the writing style of the planning department–what they didn’t like were the ideas. They were too conventional, too safe; nothing that sparked investment interest.
If Rebecca could provide a strong concept, the planning team could refine and polish it.
Winning over the Lane family’s rep would be a piece of cake.
Rebecca felt a knot twist in her stomach.
But to keep from raising any suspicion, she had to nod and agree. Worst case, I’d find a way to make Scarlett write it later.
And if that didn’t work, she’d ask Micah.
Chapter 43 Scarlett Isn’t That Desperate
