Chapter 23 Leaving
"You bitch, you deliberately spilled water on me?" Delta stared in disbelief at her ruined outfit.
Scarlett shrugged with casual indifference. "Not my fault. You wouldn't move out of the way."
Delta's finger jabbed accusingly in her direction. "Who do you think you are, expecting me to move for you? You little skank. I should have taught you a lesson earlier—you're getting way too bold."
With old grudges mixing with fresh anger, Delta raised her hand to strike, but Scarlett caught it just an inch from her face.
"Some high-class lady you are—acting like a common shrew, trying to slap someone just because things don't go your way. Classic power trip."
Wesley rushed over, quickly pulling Delta's hand from Scarlett's grip, trying to diffuse the situation.
"Don't waste your energy on someone like her."
Delta was livid. "She's deliberately targeting me, and you're telling me not to get angry? Wesley, do you have a thing for her? Is that why you keep protecting her instead of firing her?"
Delta glared at Wesley, looking almost unhinged.
Wesley was shocked but quickly established his position. "How could I possibly like her? I wish she'd disappear from this company right now."
"Then make her leave! I don't want to see her face again."
"Fine. Go to the break room and clean up. I'll sign her termination papers immediately and get rid of her."
Delta, not wanting to leave them alone, walked toward the couch. "I'll wait right here. Handle it now."
Wesley didn't dare delay. He nodded and turned to process the documents.
Scarlett, holding her water cup, watched the scene unfold with cold detachment, appreciating how Delta was essentially doing her dirty work. Wesley wanted to make things difficult for her, but he was no match for Delta.
Perfect. Having Delta here was actually a good opportunity.
Scarlett walked to the seating area and gently placed her cup on the table. Throughout this, she could feel Delta's piercing gaze on her.
If looks could kill, she would have died hundreds of times under Delta's visual daggers.
Wesley pulled the document from his drawer and read it thoroughly from beginning to end.
He had already reviewed it once, finding no major issues, but his cautious nature demanded a second reading.
The document contained no textual traps. The property distribution was clearly outlined, allocating 40% of The Ross Group shares to Scarlett, even including The Ross Group's financial status, verified by attorneys.
Wesley couldn't understand how Scarlett had obtained this document, but the financial information was accurate—not a penny more or less than the truth.
The section on child custody explicitly stated that the father relinquished rights, and the mother waived child support.
The contents effectively severed all ties between them.
It even included clauses preventing either party from pursuing contact after the divorce.
After reviewing everything, Wesley's eyes darkened. Scarlett had already signed the woman's section, but he hesitated to put pen to paper in the man's space.
Scarlett, who had been standing initially, sat down when her legs grew tired, but her eyes remained fixed on Wesley's movements.
After ten minutes without seeing him sign, she decisively stood up and walked over. Delta immediately followed suit.
"Mr. Ross, is something not right with the document?" Scarlett asked while approaching, then stopped and turned to Delta. "Why are you copying my every move? Do you enjoy imitating me?"
Delta was furious. "Who do you think you are? Why would someone of my status ever want to copy someone like you?"
Their bickering finally pushed Wesley to action. He glanced at Scarlett, then gritted his teeth and quickly signed his name.
The moment his signature was complete, he felt a hollow emptiness inside, as if he'd lost something important.
"The document is signed. Take it and leave The Ross Group. Accounting will process your final paycheck soon," Wesley said as he stood and walked over.
As he approached, Delta noticed Wesley naturally taking her hand, and her face lit up with a triumphant, contemptuous smile.
"Take your things and get out!"
Scarlett regarded the pair coolly. There was no sadness now, only joy—she finally had the divorce papers.
She turned, walked to the desk, picked up the document, verified his signature, and tucked it away.
She headed straight for the office door and disappeared, never once giving either of them a second glance.
Wesley stared at the empty doorway, seemingly lost in thought.
"If you're having regrets, go after her." Delta's face suddenly darkened.
Wesley snapped back to reality and quickly smiled. "Come on, let's go to the break room and clean up your clothes."
Delta stared at him suspiciously but, seeing no emotion on his face, let it go.
Scarlett left carrying her personal belongings. Just as she was about to exit the office area, she ran into Cleo, her closest work friend.
"You're leaving?" Cleo had just returned from outside and couldn't believe the sight of Scarlett with a box of belongings.
Scarlett nodded.
"Did the CEO fire you because of the blacklisting incident?" Cleo asked.
Naturally, Cleo knew about recent events, but she hadn't been able to reach Scarlett by phone lately.
"I've actually been here quite a while, and it was getting boring. This is a good opportunity to leave—it's a positive thing for me," Scarlett said casually.
"How is this good? You're a company veteran. Firing you over something like this is just cold-hearted," Cleo's voice was loud, causing everyone in the design department to look their way.
Afraid of causing more trouble, Scarlett quickly stopped her. "That's enough. If someone overhears and reports back, you'll be in trouble."
Cleo exhaled deeply. "Wait a second. Let me put my things down, and I'll walk you out." She hurried to her workstation with a large bag.
Scarlett walked toward the exit, deliberately slowing her pace. Cleo quickly caught up.
"Why aren't you fighting back against them?"
"They're paying me a year's salary. What's there to fight about?" Scarlett whispered.
Hearing this, Cleo's eyes brightened. "Well, that's not bad. This company is going downhill anyway. With your talent, you'll shine somewhere with better prospects."
They continued chatting as they walked. Some employees deliberately avoided them as they passed—Scarlett had become a symbol of bad luck in the company. Being blacklisted by Ambrose meant anyone associated with her might be the next unfortunate victim.
"You don't need to walk me out. Bianca will just use it as an excuse to give you a hard time," Scarlett said.
"I'm not afraid. Worst case, I quit too. You know what this place has become," Cleo scoffed, then sighed at how fickle people could be.
"People are so opportunistic. How many of these folks have you helped? Now that you're down, they're all keeping their distance."
Scarlett had long stopped caring about such things because she understood human nature.
When times were good, everyone around seemed kind. When fortunes turned, those same "kind" people became cruel, even going out of their way to kick you while you're down.
The two reached the elevator for their farewell.
Scarlett stepped into the elevator, leaving The Ross Group—the company she had helped build and where she had worked for four years.