Chapter 359 Providing Meal Ordering Service
Scarlett leaned against the car door, her long legs crossed and tilted. Squinting slightly against the sunlight, she wore a disdainful smile. "You're not so bad yourself," she said.
Quinn chuckled, his slender fingers touching the tip of his nose. "Wanna go again?"
"No need. I don't like bullying kids."
Quinn was clearly a young man, no older than twenty-three, probably fresh out of college. Just a playboy with too much money and nothing to do, Scarlett concluded after giving him a once-over.
He laughed heartily. "Miss, you just lost to me. If you look down on me so much, why not beat me before getting cocky? Do you accept the challenge?"
She wasn't in the mood to entertain him. "No, I don't accept. What if I lose or win? I don't care."
Quinn was absolutely captivated by Scarlett. In all of Aucester, the women around him were all sycophantic and shallow, but she was definitely different!
"Miss! I've taken a liking to you. Consider being my girlfriend," Quinn smiled.
Scarlett tilted her head slightly, her fingers brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and smiled lightly. "Sir, trying to hit on me? Try someone else. I don't have time to play with you."
Quinn was frustrated! "I'm serious. As long as you're not my brother's woman, I will definitely date you. Just wait."
Scarlett felt bored. She turned and opened the car door, her slender figure slipping smoothly into the seat. As she closed the door, Quinn saw she was about to leave and quickly stepped forward, grabbing the side mirror. "You're not really my brother's lover, are you?!"
Scarlett frowned. "Who's your brother?"
That question made it clear she wasn't.
"Where did you get this car then?" Quinn asked.
Unfortunately, Scarlett had already started the car and sped away, leaving Quinn with nothing but the sight of a red blur disappearing into the distance. Quinn watched the car vanish, pinching his nose. "Interesting!"
Scarlett drove around Aucester, getting a feel for the city's overall layout and environment, and found it wasn't too bad.
Aucester was Libertya's top city, though different from the Emporcia she was used to, it wasn't too shabby.
The car stopped by a riverside in the suburbs, and Scarlett's phone rang. It was an unfamiliar Libertyan number.
"Hello," she answered.
"Ms. Taylor," it was a familiar voice.
She frowned. Damn it, how could it be him? That persistent man!
"What do you want?" Scarlett glanced at her watch. Shit, it was already six in the evening, and she still had to go back and make him dinner!
"If I'm not mistaken, you should be in the kitchen at this time, not in the suburbs of Aucester. And Ms. Taylor, if you want to enjoy the scenery, staying by a polluted river won't do," Sebastian said.
How did he know so well? Looking at the Pagani, Scarlett frowned. There was a tracking device in the car, and she had forgotten about it.
"Sir, this time, you're mistaken!" Scarlett gritted her teeth, her white teeth clenched. She really wanted to throw this bastard into the so-called polluted river.
Although she was annoyed, Scarlett knew she had to get back quickly, or her assistants would be in trouble.
At 6:40, she pulled up to the villa.
Sebastian had estimated it would take at least an hour and a half for an average driver to get from the river to the villa, an hour for a professional, but she had made it in forty minutes. Her driving skills were impressive.
Sebastian stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a white coffee cup with gold trim, watching Scarlett walk from the garage. Her steps were light, her movements fluid, and her slender hand brushed her hair back, revealing her forehead. Her demeanor was straightforward, calm, even a bit arrogant, but lacked warmth.
Not just warmth, he felt Scarlett was missing many things, inherently incomplete.
"Sir, what do you want to eat?" Scarlett seemed to have mastered the art of cooking and was now offering a menu service.
Sebastian took a sip of his bitter Blue Mountain coffee. "So, whatever I order, you'll make it?"
Scarlett thought for a moment, then nodded. "If time permits."
Cooking was similar, once she grasped the basics, she could replicate almost anything.
Sebastian scrutinized her. Scarlett was standing under the crystal chandelier, her clothes still white. "I told you, I don't want to see you in these colors again."
Scarlett looked at herself, then said, "Sir, white is the origin of all colors. The red, orange, yellow, and green are just visual stimuli caused by different wavelengths. In essence, they're optical illusions. You'd rather believe in illusions than accept the true nature of color? I can't understand that, nor can I accept it."
Sebastian was momentarily speechless, left only with a frown, his eyes growing deeper and more intense.
Scarlett shrugged. "Libertyan meals are typically lighter and simpler at night. I'll prepare something based on your current health and nutritional needs."
She finished speaking, placed the car keys on the entryway rack, and suddenly turned back. "I don't like this car. I want a different one tomorrow."
Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "You chose this car, so you have to drive it to the end."
Scarlett smiled, her white, clean teeth gleaming. "If driving it to the end means when the car is scrapped, I can send it to the junkyard tonight."
She reached behind her head, gathered her long hair into a neat bun, and walked to the kitchen in her slippers. Sebastian, holding his coffee cup, watched her leave, stunned for a few seconds.
Scarlett, how could this woman be like this?
At that moment, Sebastian's phone rang, displaying Quinn's number.
Sebastian's voice deepened slightly as he picked it up, "What's up?"
Quinn was excited, his legs propped up on the sofa, casually tossing a grape into his mouth. "Sebastian, did you lend out your red Pagani?"
"What's the matter?"
Quinn chuckled a few times. "Sebastian, who did you lend your car to?"
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