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“Since I was a little girl, there’s nothing I couldn’t get if I wanted it. And that includes Ambrose.”
Her voice dripped with arrogance.
“The Wright family despises you now. Even if you somehow win him over, don’t think for a second you’ll ever be Mrs. Wright.”
“Whatever,” Hazel muttered, brushing past her. “You’d better get him back to the countryside soon so I can enjoy some peace.”
Without another word, Hazel got into her car and drove off, not sparing Scarlett another glance.
Scarlett stood frozen as if her words had bounced off Hazel like punches against cotton.
Something had shifted in the air.
But Scarlett quickly regained her composure, slapping her own face twice as if to snap out of the momentary daze.
Then, with a twisted smile, she recorded a video and sent it to Ambrose.
“Brother Ambrose, I’m sorry. I know you love my sister, and I just want to help you.”
Her voice trembled with feigned sincerity.
“But my
my sister told me she’ll never forgive you unless I die. If that’s what it takes to make things right, then so be it. What would my life be worth if it fulfilled your wishes?”
Satisfied with her theatrics, Scarlett sent the video and headed toward the riverside, casually revealing her location as though she were the one in control.
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She was certain that Ambrose would never ignore her after watching the video. All she had to do
I was wait But as the hours stretched on, Scarlett waited until nightfall, only to find that Ambrose hadn’t shown Ambrose had indeed seen the message from Scarlett, and an intense wave of anger surged within him. He had been on the verge of rushing to Hazel to demand an explanation.
But when he caught sight of Hazel laughing and chatting with her colleagues over coffee, his resolve crumbled in an instant.
He was afraid, afraid that confronting her would only drive her further away, and he wasn’t ready to lose her
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Time was slipping through his fingers, and he felt helpless.
After a few moments of indecision, Ambrose dialed his assistant, William.
Half an hour later, William’s call came through, his voice reluctant.
“President Wright, I don’t think Scarlett is really suicidal. She’s just trying to grab your attention.”
In the thirty minutes that had passed, Scarlett had been busy playing with her phone and retouching her makeup.
There wasn’t a single trace of sorrow on her face.
Ambrose’s rage boiled over, and he nearly crushed his phone in his hand.
At such a critical moment, Scarlett was still stirring up trouble.
Ambrose clenched his jaw, irritation lacing his voice. “From now on, handle everything with Scarlett. Don’t let her disturb me!”
Only genuine feelings could endure the test of time.
Over the past weeks, Ambrose had come to realize that Scarlett’s behavior wasn’t as innocent as it seemed. Her manipulative tactics to win him over had become glaringly obvious.
Scarlett’s mask of innocence had slipped, revealing the truth beneath: she wasn’t the naive girl he’d once believed.
The bright, shining moon in his heart, the one he had once cherished, was slowly dimming, losing its radiance. In its place, a beautiful rose began to bloom, its petals opening, tender and captivating.
Ambrose finally understood how priceless Hazel’s true feelings were.
Rather than trying to appease Scarlett, he now longed to spend more time with Hazel, appreciating the simple purity of her love.
Ambrose called over a waiter, his finger pointed discreetly toward Hazel’s table.
“Send them a strawberry cake. Don’t mention it’s from me, just tell them it’s a special promotion.”
The waiter, eager for the generous tip, nodded quickly, already imagining the reward.
Ambrose’s gaze lingered on Hazel
The woman before him now was nearly unrecognizable from the one he had once known.
Her hair was cut short and neat, and her face was framed with simple elegance. She no longer wore the trendy, flashy dresses she once adored, opting instead for a professional, polished look.
Every day, she radiated energy, her smile bright and confident, a big difference to the uncertain woman he had once left behind.
Ambrose couldn’t help but find himself drawn to this new version of Hazel
