NovelEnglishScarlett slipped her phone into her purse, uncrossed her long, elegant legs, and stood up. "Consider this a lesson. Keep yourself in check, and don't mess with people you shouldn't. Flora isn't someone you can provoke. Do it again, and I'll personally cand twist your head off." "Let's go." With a wave of her hand, Scarlett led her entourage of black-clad bodyguards out of the room. As they reached the door, she paused and turned back. "Oh, right—" Her eyes narrowed, and a wicked smile played on her lips. "I forgot to mention, my name's Scarlett. If you're looking for revenge, feel free to catanytime." Shallow Bay.
"Boss." Moss knocked and walked in. "We just got word that Club 257's Scarlett and her crew chopped off one of the Brimer family's youngest son's fingers." Connor closed his laptop and fixed his dark gaze on Moss. "What else did you find out?" There was no known beef between Club 257 and the Brimer family. Why the sudden hostility, risking an all-out war? What could have pissed Scarlett off this much...
Connor's lips tightened, a hint of worry creeping in, fearing it might have something to do with Flora.
Moss thought, the boss is really sharp...
He had barely mentioned it when Connor sensed something was off.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThinking about what Hudson had done, Moss felt a chill. Trembling, he recounted how Hudson had run into Flora and even attempted to hire someone to assault her.
The more he spoke, the colder the room seemed to get. Connor's intimidating aura pressed down on him. Moss was sweating bullets, and by the end, his voice was barely a whisper as if choked by an invisible hand.
Gritting his teeth, he rushed through his final words: "But, boss, don't worry, Ms. Flora is fine! She wasn't hurt at all! Those men got a serious beatdown from Ms. Flora!" Connor slowly stood up from behind his desk. The spacious study seemed to shrink with his movement, the air growing thin.
He strode over, picked up his phone from a small table by the leather couch, and called Flora.
"Connor..." Her voice was deliberately subdued, sounding a bit muffled.
Hearing her familiar voice, sof the tension in Connor's demeanor eased.
"What are you up to?" he asked, his voice calm but clearly restrained.
"Just got back. Took a shower, getting ready for bed." "You..." Connor's voice paused for a then continued in a husky do you want for lunch SE?" "Um... the professor gave us the day off your S. I'd love sof y sour pork chops and fish!" "Alright, get srest. I'll pick you up tomorrow." "Mm, goodnight." After hanging up, the softness in Connor's eyes quickly faded, replaced by a chilling sharpness.
Moss felt a shiver down his spine, knowing Hudson was in deep trouble now.
Sure enough, Connor spoke the next moment...
At the hotel.
Hudson was still in shock.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmScarlett's parting words echoed in his mind.
She said she was Scarlett.
In Maple Grove, the only Scarlett so bold and fearless could only be the one from Club 257. He finally understood why Scarlette had unafraid of any retaliation from him.
od to reveal her ne Because he- Simply didn't have the means!
The throbbing pain in his hand returned, snapping Hudson back to reality.
The immediate concern was his hand. Everything else could waitm Clutching his hand, he crawled under the table to pick up his severed fingers. X
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