Chapter 357 When did I ever say I was a gentleman
"Alright, you and the doc can chat for now. Maybe she can help you out. You and Megan can't just be a couple in name forever, right?" Brandon said.
Sebastian's eyes were blazing with a fury that could melt steel. Even through the phone, Brandon could feel the heat of his anger. "Get lost!"
He tossed the phone onto the bed. Damn it, this was something he couldn't discuss.
Brandon felt seriously wronged, staring at the phone that had been rudely hung up on him. He muttered to himself, "Sebastian, I want to help you, but I can't. You look invincible, but who knows the pain in your heart?"
After expressing his sympathy, Brandon decided to hit the bar and enjoy himself.
Meanwhile, Scarlett had been staying at Sebastian's villa for three days without asking about his name, family, or identity. She didn't want to know, and he hadn't asked about her family or identity either. He didn't need to.
On the third day, Scarlett asked to visit her assistants. She made sure to wear her engagement ring, making sure he saw it, to prove she was taken.
"You want to see them?" Sebastian asked.
"Yes, I need to personally confirm their safety," she nodded.
"If you don't go, they'll be safer. If you go, I can't guarantee it," he sneered.
"Sir, are you trying to play tricks? I've already performed an emergency rescue for you. You should let me see them. Using underhanded means is not gentlemanly," Scarlett said, feeling helpless.
Sebastian's deep eyes held a hint of mockery, somewhat cold. "When did I ever say I was a gentleman?"
Scarlett was getting angry. How could she deal with a jerk like him? "I want to see my fiancé. If he doesn't see me, he'll be anxious. I'm worried things could turn nasty then."
Sebastian flipped over the Prosperity Press and took a sip of tea. "There's nothing in this world that scares me. Besides, your fiancé? What does that have to do with me?"
"Are you going to let me out or not?" She really didn't want to argue with him; she was about to have a heart attack from anger.
"You can go out," Sebastian replied.
"Really? Anywhere I want?" Scarlett couldn't believe it.
"Yes," Sebastian got up lazily. It was the weekend, and he had plans, but Scarlett's noise early in the morning had put him in a bad mood.
"Can I borrow a car?" She didn't want to take a cab. She had lived in Averlake for so long and had never taken a cab in her memory.
"You can choose any car in the garage," Sebastian said.
Great!
Sebastian and Scarlett went to the garage together. When the electronic door of the garage opened, the 3,400-square-foot garage looked like a car dealership, with luxury cars lined up one after another, all top-of-the-line and limited editions.
"Choose one. The keys are in the safe. The password is 1023," Sebastian said indifferently.
Scarlett quickly scanned all the cars with her eyes and pointed to a silver-white Maybach. "This one."
The car had a streamlined design, elegant model, very suitable for women.
But Sebastian refused. "Not this one. Choose any other."
"Are you deliberately messing with me?" Scarlett was speechless.
"Do you want it or not?" He asked rhetorically.
She held back her frustration. "The one next to it, the Pagani," she chose another car.
"Fine. Get the key yourself."
The red Pagani roared out of the villa courtyard, the sound of the supercar echoing from afar. It was flashy, cool, domineering, dashing.
Sebastian, watching her leave, mused to himself that Scarlett was indeed a noisy personality in every sense..
Scarlett stepped on the gas all the way, the car speeding over 200 mph, flying past countless ordinary cars on the road. She wasn't driving for a joyride; she was venting her anger.
Strangely, as soon as her car accelerated, a red Ferrari behind her started to chase closely. She was speeding, and the car behind her was speeding too. If she slowed down, the car behind her would slow down as well, as if it wanted to race her.
How funny! Someone actually wanted to race her? She couldn't be bothered to play with them. But now she couldn't change lanes, and there was no exit, so she had to keep going.
Soon, the person in the red Ferrari seemed to lose patience, suddenly accelerating and pulling up to her left, side by side with her.
The red Ferrari slowed down, the window slowly rolled down, and Quinn's head popped out. Quinn was wearing black polarized sunglasses, his lips slightly tilted in a provocative manner. "Didn't expect it to be a woman!"
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