Chapter 147 She Retreats, He Advances
Ambrose's face darkened quickly. "Why don't you suddenly want to live at Silver Oak Heights?"
Scarlett's lips curved slightly. She lowered her head, removed the hand around her waist, and said calmly, "I never said I wanted to live at Silver Oak Heights."
Ambrose's eyes dimmed. "Hayden already arranged a room for you. If he doesn't see you, I'm afraid..."
She looked at him with an indifferent gaze. "I'll call and explain to him. I'll say I'm on a business trip."
She had already thought of an excuse, clearly showing she'd made up her mind. Ambrose grabbed her hand and asked with unclear emotions, "There's no room for discussion?"
Scarlett smiled. "This relationship between us was your idea. We agreed not to interfere with each other. Now you're interfering with where I live—isn't that crossing the line?"
Ambrose feared Scarlett would bring this up. Back then, he only suggested this terrible idea because he wanted to keep her around. Now it had become leverage she could use against him.
He felt frustrated.
"I just wanted to discuss it with you."
"Hayden's speaking situation doesn't need me anymore. You helped me with my divorce, and I helped cure Hayden's reluctance to speak. Now we just have the art gallery project left. On these points, nobody owes anybody."
With these words, Scarlett revealed her intention to distance herself from the relationship.
"Of course, I'm talking about these things—it doesn't affect our other relationship. It's just that it's not appropriate for Hayden to live with me anymore."
Hearing this, Ambrose breathed a sigh of relief. She just didn't want to live with Hayden.
Perhaps because Hayden was Octavia's child, she minded this point. Then let Hayden stay at Silver Oak Heights. He still needed to deal with the Octavia situation.
"Then you explain it to him and see if he's willing to believe you," Ambrose said calmly.
These words meant he'd compromised. Scarlett smiled slightly. The main thing now was to cut ties between Hayden and herself. Deal with the small one first, then tackle the big one next.
She left Ambrose's office and returned to her workstation.
After she left, Ambrose picked up his phone and dialed a number. When the call connected, he demanded answers.
"What did you say to Scarlett?"
The call was to Cody. Hearing his accusatory tone, Cody snapped back irritably.
"Who do you think you're talking to?"
"If you want my respect, don't meddle in my affairs." Ambrose's eyes were full of hostility. After Cody met with Scarlett, she proposed not returning to Silver Oak Heights. He could guess that Cody had said something unpleasant.
"She complained to you?"
"If she had, I wouldn't need to ask you. I'm just telling you—nobody gets to interfere with my marriage, including you, Grandpa."
Cody was furious. "You've grown up and won't listen to me anymore. I'm doing this for your own good, for the company."
Ambrose put his hand on his hip and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. "That's what you think. I don't see it that way. If it were for my own good, you should let me have a good marriage."
Cody asked, "A good marriage? What kind of marriage is a good marriage?"
Ambrose narrowed his eyes, looking at the sun outside that was no longer so intense. A gleam shot through his eyes. After a long pause, he said, "A good marriage is marrying the person I want."
Hearing this, Cody probably guessed something but still asked, "Who is the person you want?"
Ambrose paused slightly, but finally revealed his true feelings. "I never mess around with women. Any woman who can stay by my side must be the one I want."
He hadn't planned to tell Cody these things, but now he had no choice. Scarlett already wanted to escape from him, and Cody was holding him back. Especially now with Octavia appearing—if he kept dragging his feet, he'd only push her further away.
Cody fell silent. Seeing this, Ambrose took the opportunity to say, "She has a child, I have a child—we're quite compatible. Nobody is beneath anyone else."
"You bastard! She's been married before, she's a divorced woman. If you marry a divorced woman with a child, where will the Boleyn family's reputation stand in Silverlight City?" Cody scolded angrily.
Ambrose scoffed lightly. "Grandpa, at your age, you still care about such superficial vanity—what a waste of a life. I'm living my life for myself, not for others. No matter what others think—besides, with the Boleyn family's position in Silverlight City, do I need to care what they think?"
His tone was arrogant. Cody was so angry he could barely breathe. "This isn't vanity."
Seeing Cody's stubbornness, Ambrose knew arguing further would be pointless, so he said, "She's married on paper, but it was actually a marriage of convenience—a marriage without sex doesn't count as being married."
Cody fell silent again on the other end. When he spoke next, he asked about the moral aspect.
"Let me ask you—is her divorce because you interfered in their relationship?"
At this moment, he needed to give Cody a bit of a shock. Otherwise, changing his mind would be like waiting for the sun to rise in the west.
But Cody had high blood pressure, so Ambrose reminded him, "You should prepare your heart medication."
With these words, Cody understood everything. A breath caught in his chest. The head of the Boleyn Group, of all things to be, he became a homewrecker! If this got out, he'd lose all face!
"You bastard, get back here right now!"
Hearing Cody's fury, Ambrose quickly responded, "Things are already like this—getting angry won't help. I don't ask for much else, but my marriage is my own decision."
The other end hung up directly.
Ambrose lowered the phone from his ear and gazed out the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression heavy.
After hanging up, Cody was so angry he kept slapping the armrest. "That bastard!"
Jett, standing nearby, picked up a glass of water and walked over to Cody, soothing him. "Mr. Cody Boleyn, be careful your blood pressure doesn't spike again."
Cody grabbed the glass, took a sip, and handed it back to Jett. Jett continued to comfort him. "It's precisely because Mr. Ambrose Boleyn is fearless that he was able to secure the position of Boleyn family head among so many heirs."
At this point, Cody's anger subsided a bit. Undeniably, Ambrose had the means—the courage and tactics of his youth. It was precisely because of this that he felt confident handing the Boleyn Group over to Ambrose.
"With Mr. Ambrose Boleyn's personality, ordinary women can't handle him. You need to find someone who can keep him in check. That way, you won't have to worry about him being too fearless and going too far with certain things, and the Boleyn family business can be preserved."
Jett's words reminded Cody. Indeed, given how much of a bastard Ambrose was, they did need to find someone who could handle him. Could that Octavia from the Mellon family handle him?
Thinking of the Mellon family, he turned to look at Jett. "Jett, but the woman he wants is divorced."
Jett, standing to the side, thought for a moment before responding, "Being divorced does sound bad reputation-wise. For the Boleyn family, it's indeed hard to accept."
Hearing this, Cody immediately agreed. "Right? You also think this isn't good, right?"
Jett was silent for two seconds, then said, "However, Mr. Ambrose Boleyn, though somewhat of a bastard, has extremely sharp judgment. If he's interested in a divorced woman, she must have some strengths. Mr. Cody Boleyn, why not investigate her first? If she really has good qualities, that's one thing. But if you discover something bad, you can use that to stop Mr. Ambrose Boleyn."
"Right, I need to investigate her." Cody nodded.