Chapter 85
Scarlett had just turned to look out the window when she heard Percy speak again “I saw it, you know. Last time, you…”
Before he could finish, Scarlett clamped her hand over his mouth. She caught the driver’s cutous, wide–eyed stare in the rearview mirror from the corner of her eye.
Percy froze. Though her hand was firmly over his lips, all he could focus on was the softness of her touch and the faint fragrance of her skin. Despite the coolness of her touch, it burned like fire, making his heart race.
Scarlett shot him a glare. “Stop it! I was treating Mr. Stroud’s illness! Stop spouting nonsense!”
She released her hand, but Percy was annoyed. “Is that really how you treat someone’s illness? I didn’t see Caleb ripping Uncle Xavier’s pants off to treat his illness.
He hadn’t had the chance to bring it up before, but it had been gnawing at him. It made him uncomfortable every time he thought of that scene. To him, Xavier was pure and noble, untouchable by anyone.
But Scarlett, an outsider who had only gotten into Jondalia because of him, dared to violate Xavier. He was angry. Very angry.
Scarlett sighed and explained the situation she had encountered at the time.
She then said, “I was worried you’d misunderstand, so I tore his pants leg. You saw it for yourself after that, right? Mr. Stroud’s pants were already ruined.”
Percy finally calmed down, though he still narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure you didn’t have any improper thoughts about Uncle Xavier? After all, he’s the most handsome man in the world.”
“I’ve never seen anyone more handsome either,” Scarlett responded without thinkding.
Percy’s eyes went wide. “You!”
Scarlett quickly added, “But I would never have improper thoughts about someone so much older than me. With so many nephews, nieces, grandchildren, and great -grandchildren, it would terrify me.
“I only want to make money now!”
“Good, good!” Percy finally grinned.
“Mr. Percy, Ms. Quinn, someone is trying to cut us off,” the driver suddenly spoke up.
Scarlett looked through the dark rain curtain and saw two black sedans driving side by side in front of them, deliberately slowing down. As a result, their car was forced to slow down as well.
Percy immediately exploded. “Who dares to cut off my car? Hank, ram through them!”
Hank nodded. “Mr. Percy, Ms. Quinn, please fasten your seatbelts and hold on tight.”
Without another word, Percy began to buckle his seatbelt. Scarlett, who was a bit confused, followed suit and fastened hers.
Just as she finished, the car suddenly accelerated. She instinctively grabbed the armrest, her eyes widening in shock
Hank quickly veered the car to the right.
The cars in front, thinking he was going to overtake from the right, immediately moved right to block him. But in that Instant, Hank skillfully swerved to the middle and floored the gas pedal, shooting through the gap between the two cars.
The speed was so fast that Scarlett felt her heart leap into her throat.
Hank didn’t immediately slow down after overtaking them. Instead, he passed several more cars before gradually slowing down.
Upon seeing that Scarlett was tense, Percy said, “Hank used to be a race car driver. There’s no way two cars could’ve boxed him in!”
He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Did that scare you? You’re kinda jumpy, huh?”
Scarlett calmly released her grip on the armrest, “Who would try to cut you off? Did you offend someone?”
The car that was picking up Percy was a typical luxury model, a more modestly priced Audi worth around a million dollars. Percy shrugged, “Who knows? Maybe it’s just a coincidence?”
But soon, he’d realize just how wrong he was.