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“What the hell did you go in there to do?” Pietro nudged her once they were outside, but Jade just rolled her eyes,Still in shock about Harry's stand-in ploy.Scarlet followed closely as she settled into the car, her mind swirling with thoughts, feeling left out of whatever was happening as she watched Pitro giggling.“Why are we leaving?” She couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out.“Home. I need to shower,” Jade replied, prompting Scarlet to intensify her gaze.“Who's staying with him?”“You just complained of an intruder a few hours ago, and now you're going home to shower? This weirdo is even driving instead of staying back,” she scoffed.“He's not the weirdo here; Harry is,” Jade remarked.Scarlet's brows furrowed in confusion as she snorted, “What do you mean?”“That's his stand-in!”Scarlet gasped, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.“What!” she exclaimed, startling Pietro, who immediately hit the brakes abruptly, followed by a scowl.“How couldn't he tell us? A
However, in the next few minutes, they were out of Ms. Oct's mansion as Benson drove Mr. Damon to the Archer's joint company. “Sir, how did it go?” He asked while driving. Mr. Damon let out a sigh of relief as he turned his gaze from the window he was looking out to back into the car. “It went well. We'll be visiting the royals next tomorrow for whatever ceremony is happening. I just want more leads but... shit!” He grumbled. “That woman is too smart!” “She already knew what I was hinting at. And that makes me even curious. With such intellect, why hasn't she clamped down on her daughter?” Mr. Damon fixed his eyes on Benson, who was driving, as different thoughts jumbled through his mind. He knew he couldn't get Scarlet to relinquish those wealth holdings to her mother, but he still dared to involve Ms. Oct for his own gains for the meantime while Their shipment arrived days ago and was distributed discreetly. “I don't know, but I think Scarlet is scarier,” Benson uttered slow
At L&M hotels, in Harry's suite:“There's no justification for your actions, none at all. This is misogyny in the 21st century,” Jade's voice reverberated through the suite as she avoided eye contact with Harry, who couldn't help but smile at her fervent protest ever since they were in the car and now she won't relent.“Yes, it's the epitome of misogyny!” Scarlet nodded in agreement shooting Pietro a glare but he was quick to avoid contact with her.Harry smiled at the ladies' protest about not being informed beforehand about his stand-in plan, leaving them feeling embarrassed and wasting their energy.“That wasn't my intention,” Harry cleared his throat, a wide grin forming on his lips. “I wasn't informed on time. I had limited time to let everyone know.”“But you did inform Pietro,” Scarlet interrupted with a stern face, trying to win the argument.“He's my right-hand man,” Harry replied.“And you pushed us aside. We didn't even bathe for a day, while Pietro lounged around, knowing
The weather darkened across New York, signaling an impending rainstorm. Street traders packed up their wares, and people settled in for safety while staff in Harry's new company packed up to go home before the rain."It's getting cold. Let's head home before the rain hits," Harry suggested, embracing Jade from behind."I'm almost done with the photocopying," she replied, sorting her files."You can finish that tomorrow," Harry insisted."Okay, if you say so," she agreed, gathering her bag and following Harry to his car.Driving cautiously, Harry engaged in casual conversation with Jade as they made their way to the hotel, seeking shelter from the imminent rain.Arriving at L&M Hotels, Harry parked in the garage, and they both headed to his suite."I haven't seen Pietro since yesterday. Have you seen him?" Harry unbuttoned his shirt as they settled in."He went with Scarlet to Birmingham Palace," Jade replied, settling onto the nearby couch with a heave of relief,a sign of exhaustion f
Mr. Damon swiftly organized his files, sliding them to his side as he shifted his attention to Ms. Oct."Why haven't you brought me the required information to get the bitch at my Mercy? Time is slipping away, and it seems you're stringing me along," she remarked sharply.Mr. Damon's brows furrowed in confusion. "Rest assured, it will be a clean sweep.""What pressing matter brought you to my house?" He inquired."Are you that curious? Can't I even get served a cup of coffee or juice?" she commented sardonically."Apologies," he responded, rising from his seat without bothering to summon any of the maids as he headed to get it himself."In a transparent, clean cup," she added as he made his way to the kitchen.Within a minute, he returned with the coffee, placing it before her, his gaze fixed on her in anticipation of another complaint. He knew her penchant for finding fault in a way to always get people's attention."Don't you have maids?" she questioned, slowly setting down her cup
The following day, Diane parked her car swiftly at her father's mansion. As she stepped out, she hurried inside, spotting her mom engrossed in a TV series."Hey, Mom," she greeted quickly, barely waiting for a response before dashing up the stairs.After a few minutes, Diane glanced at the clock—it read 4:09 pm. She sighed, hastily adjusting her wig.Swiftly, she adorned herself with jewelry and makeup, hoping to catch up with Ryder; she was already running late. Spritzing on some feminine deodorant and cologne, she grabbed her Chanel bag and rushed downstairs."How do I look?" She twirled confidently in a 360 circle in front of her mom.Mrs. Freya's face lit up with pride. "You look fabulous, honey," she remarked with a beaming smile."Good luck, and keep it classy," Mrs. Freya called out as Diane hurried out of the house towards her car.Diane hopped into her car and set off for Ryder's private palace in New York. Ryder, a royal and a self-made billionaire business mogul, had establ
Diane's malicious smile vanished almost immediately upon hearing Ryder's voice."Oh, Ryder, I think I should get going," she feigned a smile as Ryder approached them."No, not yet. We're just getting started," he countered, moving forward with a basket full of invitation cards.At the sight of the invitation cards, a satisfied grin crept across Diane's lips. She slowly sank onto the couch, reclining against it as if she had intention of leaving.Scarlet's gaze followed the basket of cards as Ryder placed it to the glass table in front of her."Hey, Scarlet, these are our invitation cards. What do you think?" he asked, fixing his smiling gaze on her."Does it match your taste?" he added, inquiring about her opinion.His care for Scarlet's acknowledgment of the invitations made Diane roll her eyes in jealousy. "Oh, they look so good!" she remarked, moving from her spot to grab one."Ryder, seriously?" Scarlet raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "You're marrying her this quickly? Within days
Scarlet sped towards the highway, her mind clouded with thoughts of Diane and Ryder's marriage, each thump of her heart echoing these concerns as she drove into the prison vicinity.She couldn't fathom what they were plotting, but she knew it would affect her in some way. Her mom had never done anything that didn't cause her pain since her father's death.Parking her car in the garage, she pulled out her mini mirror, adjusting her appearance and pampering her face to perfection so no one would notice her distress.Making her way towards the prison wall, she walked slowly but with grace, almost like a catwalk.Approaching, her eyes caught a familiar figure, and upon squinting, she realized it was Mr. Damon. Her brows furrowed with curiosity. What was Mr. Damon doing here? That was her thought.Standing still, she watched him conversing with someone inside. Her curiosity intensified as she stood there, trying to discern who he came for. After a few minutes, Ms. Oct and Mr. Damon emerged