Chapter 22 His Jealousy
"Stop." Ambrose's sharp command cut through the air.
Delta's raised hand froze mid-strike. She turned to him, eyes filled with betrayal.
"Ambrose, she's being completely out of line."
Ambrose maintained his impassive expression, but his tone carried unmistakable authority.
"First, given your current position, you're in no place to criticize her. Second, she hasn't wronged you personally—attacking her only makes you look like you're abusing your connections. That would damage your reputation. But..." his gaze hardened, "she has offended me, and I alone will decide her consequences."
Delta reluctantly lowered her hand, still seething with frustration. Unable to contain herself, she turned to Wesley.
"Wesley, fire this woman immediately. I can't stand the sight of her."
The situation had escalated beyond Wesley's control—he needed to get rid of Scarlett quickly.
He gave her a cold look. "If you want your severance package without complications, don't create problems."
Scarlett's expression remained icy. "Is Mr. Ross willing to provide a full year's salary as compensation?"
She refused to let this toxic couple off easily.
Wesley didn't respond, just glared at her. Then Ambrose delivered a seemingly casual remark that carried significant weight.
"Mr. Ross, are you reluctant to terminate her employment?"
Wesley tensed immediately. Ambrose was here today to supervise him, and he couldn't afford to delay any longer. He quickly replied, "I'm in the process of finalizing her dismissal."
He turned to Scarlett, "Fine. Go to HR to complete the paperwork. Hand over any pending work. Everything must be resolved today."
Hearing she'd gotten what she wanted, Scarlett's earlier distress vanished. She nodded with satisfaction.
"Very well. I'll go process the paperwork."
As she spoke, she glanced at Ambrose, who was watching her with an inscrutable, penetrating gaze. She couldn't read his thoughts, nor did she particularly want to.
He'd deliberately come here today to help her—she wouldn't forget that.
But Delta had called him "Ambrose"—what was their relationship?
With questions swirling in her mind, Scarlett didn't linger. She headed for the door, but just as she reached it, she heard Delta say.
"Ambrose, are you going to let her treat your sister like this? You can't just let her walk away."
Scarlett let out a cold snort, twisted the doorknob forcefully, and strode out of the office.
"I know what I'm doing."
As she closed the door, Ambrose's casual reply drifted to her ears.
Sister? They must be siblings. Ambrose was helping her sabotage his own sister to secure a project. That aligned with his reputation.
Ruthless to the core.
Scarlett headed straight to HR, relaying Wesley's decision. The HR department called to confirm, then began processing her termination.
Twenty minutes later, Scarlett left HR and headed toward her department. She only needed to hand over her work to Bianca before she could leave this place for good.
As she rounded a secluded corner, she came face-to-face with Ambrose. His eyes fixed on her face, intense as boiling water, radiating heat that made her want to step back.
He stopped in front of her, forcing Scarlett to halt as well. Her eyes silently questioned, "What do you want?"
Ambrose studied her with an enigmatic expression, then suddenly asked, "Do you always dress like this for work?"
Scarlett was confused as he stepped closer, his gaze scanning her outfit like a laser. With a caustic tone, he remarked, "If he cheated despite you dressing like this, no outfit, however flattering, would have kept his attention."
Scarlett sighed inwardly. She didn't dress this way for Wesley—she dressed for herself.
But who was he to mock her?
Just because he'd helped her once?
"Mr. Boleyn, you're overstepping," Scarlett shot back coldly. Though grateful for his help, she wouldn't let him ridicule her.
"I didn't intend to interfere, but since you asked for my assistance, I feel obligated to bring you back to reality," he replied.
Scarlett fell silent.
"Have you signed the divorce papers yet?" Ambrose abruptly changed the subject.
Scarlett gave him a sardonic glance. "Not yet. Would Mr. Boleyn like to go pressure him again?"
Ambrose fixed her with a steady gaze, his expression serious. "Are you becoming dependent on me?"
Scarlett's brows furrowed. The question carried a hint of intimacy, but his face remained perfectly composed. Deciding not to read too much into it, she rolled her eyes. "Can't you recognize a joke?"
She moved to leave, but his parting words stopped her.
"Delta is here. This is a perfect opportunity."
With that, Ambrose walked away. Scarlett turned, thoughtfully watching his retreating figure.
Earlier, because of Delta's pressure, Wesley had quickly agreed to compensate her with a year's salary. Delta was more effective than any form of coercion—indeed, this was a golden opportunity.
Back at her workstation, she handed over her responsibilities to Bianca. She had no ongoing projects except the newly signed Aiden contract, which was now demanding penalties due to her blacklisting.
"Scarlett, you'll need to cover the Aiden penalties yourself, since the situation resulted from your actions," Bianca pointed out.
"Mr. Ross will handle the Aiden matter," Scarlett replied dismissively as she began gathering her personal belongings.
She didn't have many personal items at the office. Everything fit into a single cardboard box, which she packed quickly.
After finishing, she went to Wesley's office. He was seated in his chair, handling paperwork, while Delta sat in the visitor's area sipping coffee.
Ambrose was nowhere to be seen—he must have left.
"Mr. Ross, I've completed all handovers. Please process the salary payment promptly. Also, when will you sign that document we discussed earlier?" Scarlett asked, standing before his desk.
Wesley's eyes snapped up, shooting her a warning glare, silently telling her to watch her words.
"Wesley, if you're letting her go, what document could you possibly need to sign?" Delta interjected. She seemed unusually fixated on Scarlett, questioning everything related to her.
She feared Wesley was reluctant to let Scarlett leave.
Scarlett was too beautiful, and too talented.
Fearing Delta's continued questioning, Wesley explained, "It's nothing important—just some additional terms regarding the company losses she caused. She needs to negotiate those settlements. I haven't finished reviewing it."
"Review it now. If there's no issue, sign it and give it to her. I don't want to see her face for another second," Delta said, rising from her seat as if coming over.
Wesley panicked, desperately signaling to Scarlett with his eyes. Scarlett maintained her expressionless facade, pretending not to notice his distress.
Delta's intervention consistently helped resolve matters in her favor, like the one-year salary compensation.
While she wanted to pressure Wesley, she couldn't actually let Delta come over. In her desperation, spotting the water glass on the desk, an idea suddenly formed.
In the next moment, she grabbed the glass, turned toward Delta, and walked in her direction. When they met, Delta refused to move aside. Scarlett deliberately bumped into her, tilting the glass.
Delta's expensive designer outfit was instantly soaked.