Chapter 424 The Injustice You Suffered, I Will Avenge
Sebastian glanced at the battered car, his large hand, reluctant to let go of Scarlett's hand for a moment. He frowned and asked, "What happened? Did you race with Quinn and end up like this?"
Quinn felt wronged; he hadn't even touched Scarlett's car!
Scarlett shook her head. "No, it happened on the way back. I encountered a racer who challenged me on the road, but I beat him in the end."
Sebastian's handsome yet cold face remained tense. "From your tone, you seem quite proud of yourself. Do you even want to go back and race again?"
Scarlett pouted and smiled, the angle and curve of her smile were so awkward that it squeezed shallow dimples into her cheeks, cute little whirlpools embedded in her face, adding a touch of playfulness to her sexy and charming demeanor.
"I didn't mean that. Besides, I don't want to race someone I've already beaten."
Sebastian, however, narrowed his eyes warily and continued to ask, "Who was it?"
His intuition was never without reason.
Whenever Scarlett and Sebastian got involved with each other, they became the focus of many people's attention, even a thorn in their side. He didn't believe this was a coincidence.
"I don't know. The other person blocked the license plate, and I couldn't see them. Probably someone from an illegal racing circuit."
Sebastian's eyes narrowed to the last sliver, and with a tug, Scarlett fell into his chest again. Before she could steady herself, she heard his icy voice, "Scarlett, do you know too much?"
Illegal racing circuit? Would he hear about black market deals next?
Scarlett laughed and pleaded, "It's not my fault. I heard it from Quinn. Right, Quinn?"
Sebastian and Quinn were having a loving conversation when suddenly Quinn was dragged into the topic. Quinn, bewildered, lifted his head from behind the broken car and nodded without knowing the context, "Oh, yeah."
"Quinn! It seems you were too comfortably lately! I'll have a surprise for you tomorrow." Sebastian said, taking Scarlett's hand and striding towards the villa, leaving Quinn in a daze.
Wait, what just happened?
Scarlett was being dragged along, her legs moving quickly. "Sebastian, Quinn is still back there, and the car is too."
"He can walk himself."
"But he was at the doorstep. Can't we let him in?"
Scarlett glanced back at the still-pondering Quinn, only to have her head grabbed and straightened into Sebastian's chest.
"He almost got my wife into trouble, and I should invite him in? I want to kill him."
What a grudge!
Scarlett had to keep quiet, realizing that pointing to Quinn earlier had made things worse. She felt guilty and thought she should make it up to him another day.
Quinn scratched his head, frustrated, and returned to his car.
"Useless!" Megan cursed, followed by a crisp, loud slap!
Her hand slapped hard on Kirk Schmidt's face. Kirk's solid facial muscles and cheekbones made Megan's soft hand hurt, making her even angrier and trembling all over!
Megan withdrew her hand and slapped Kirk's face again with the back of her hand!
Six-foot-tall Kirk had been slapped twice consecutively but didn't dare to make a sound. He stood in front of Megan with his head down, not daring to breathe too loudly.
Megan, not satisfied with the slaps, stepped on Kirk's foot with her high heel. The sharp pain started from his foot, like a giant bone spur piercing through, making Kirk's face turn pale.
But he still didn't dare make a sound.
"You can't even handle such a small matter. What's the use of you! The Turner Group gives you so many resources! Training you for free! And you can't even beat Brooklyn! Still dreaming of racing in the future? Dream on!"
Megan had selected Kirk, who had the best racing record, from a team sponsored by The Turner Group. She had instructed him to follow Brooklyn's car and find a way to flip it over without mercy!
But Kirk had failed miserably, almost getting flipped over by Brooklyn instead.
How could Megan not be angry! She was so mad she wanted to kill Kirk.
"What happened exactly?"
Megan, exhausted from cursing, sat down, her anger filling the large office, fierce and uncontrollable.
Kirk, head down, clenched his fists in shame. A professional racer losing to an amateur like Brooklyn was a great humiliation. He was also furious and angry. "Ms. Turner, Brooklyn is very skilled. I lost, and I have nothing to say, but I'm not willing to accept it!"
Megan, her pencil skirt wrapping around her long legs, leaned forward and sneered, "You are not willing to accept it? I want to know what you do .next"
"Ms. Turner, rest assured, I will definitely beat her."
"Good. If you can't beat her, I'll withdraw the funding and disband the team. You all can leave!"
Kirk nodded respectfully, "Yes, Ms. Turner."
The racer left, and Megan, dizzy with anger, sat in her chair. Seeing the documents and materials on the table, her fury surged uncontrollably again!
"Go to hell! All of you!"
She swept everything off the desk, scattering papers and folders across the clean, bright marble floor.
At that moment, her phone rang.
It was an unexpected number, that Megan wondered if she was imagining it.
Simon leaned back in his office chair. It was past office hours, and he was alone in the large office, holding the phone in his hand, eyes fixed on the computer screen, his smile as cold as ice, insincere.
"Ms. Turner, are you surprised?"
Before Megan could ask, Simon spoke first. Indeed, she was very surprised.
Megan and Simon had a connection, but the ties between the four major families of Aucester were limited to mere pretense. When it came to genuine feelings, she dared to say there were none.
Not only Simon, but even her own cousin might not lend a hand when facing financial issues. Otherwise, why would her father approach Brian directly instead of James?
"Mr. Scott, I am indeed surprised. I never expected you to call me." Megan glanced at the mess on the floor, her tone naturally not pleasant.
Simon chuckled a few times on the other end. "Ms. Turner officially taking over The Turner Group, as a peer, how could I not congratulate you?"
Megan sneered, "Mr. Scott, you're too kind."
Simon stood up and straightened his suit. "Ms. Turner, are you free tonight? I'd like to buy you a drink."
"Sure! If it were anyone else, I might not have time, but how could I refuse an invitation from you, Mr. Scott?"
Simon extending an olive branch just as she took over The Turner Group—Megan could guess his intentions even without much experience.
"Well, I like women like you who are so straightforward, Ms. Turner. Eight o'clock tonight, Boss Bar, I'll be waiting."
"See you there."
As night fell, the villa's warm yellow floor lamps set the perfect atmosphere in the living room.
Scarlett was engrossed in a book when suddenly her back felt warm, and she was pulled into a strong embrace.
With her back to him, a smile appeared on her lips. "Sebastian, you're a master of sneak attacks."
Sebastian wrapped his arms around her completely, holding her tightly, his chest pressed against her back. It seemed he wanted to embed her into his body, carrying her with him everywhere.
"Not as good as you, the master of escape," he teased affectionately, closing his eyes and savoring the scent of her hair.
Scarlett pouted, unable to continue reading. She set the book aside, freeing her hands to cover his. Being with Sebastian felt so subtle, she couldn't explain how things had developed to this point.
Since it was unable to explain, she decided not to.
"Sebastian, you publicly rejected Megan, embarrassing her in public. Aren't you afraid she'll retaliate?"
Sebastian exhaled a breath on top of her head. "The only thing I fear in this world is losing you."
He recalled the incident where Brooklyn was framed by Susie, and his brows furrowed again.
Scarlett's delicate hand held his large one, their fingers interlocking perfectly. Their skin looked like a natural match.
"Sebastian, I want to try something," Scarlett suddenly changed her tone.
"What is it?"
Scarlett leaned into him, half her body lazily resting in his embrace like a child enjoying his warmth. "I want to recover my lost memories. I accidentally fell off a cliff... something doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean?" Sebastian asked.
Scarlett recalled Quinn and others' comments about Brooklyn, frowning. "I don't think I'm that stupid. I wouldn't accidentally fall off a cliff. Even if I'm clumsy, I wouldn't be dumb enough to fall off a cliff, right? I suspect someone set me up."
Sebastian nodded.
"Why are you so calm?" Scarlett turned to look at Sebastian.
Sebastian said, "I thought about it. You wouldn't be that stupid. I just never really started investigating. That was my mistake. But now, I'm already looking into it."
Scarlett moved her head. "What have you found?"
Sebastian tapped her nose. "Everyone who interacted with you that night is a suspect. I want to question them one by one."
"Without evidence, how could they admit it? This is a murder charge, Mr. Kingsley."
Without physical evidence or witnesses, finding the truth wouldn't be easy.
"If I can't even do that, I don't deserve to be your husband. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get justice for all the wrongs you've suffered."
Scarlett couldn't help but turn back. "It seems like I've suffered more than just this? Then Brooklyn has a lot of bad luck before."
Sebastian lifted his sexy lips in a helpless smile. "Is that how you talk about yourself?"
Scarlett playfully looked up at him. "I get it. Her unluckiest moment was probably marrying you. You seem like a magnet for trouble."
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