Chapter 278 If Placed on Your Bed, Can You Recognize Who It Is?
Beau's face drained of color. He had actually grabbed the wrong woman. For the first time in his life, his radar had completely failed him.
But these two women looked far too similar.
"Mr. Boleyn, you can't blame me for this. They are identical. I really couldn't tell them apart," Beau pleaded, desperate to justify his mistake.
Ambrose let out a cold scoff. "Then you only have your own terrible eyesight to blame."
Beau swallowed his bitter frustration. He thought defensively, 'Toss both of these women into your bed, and let's see if you could tell them apart.'
But with Ambrose's intimidating status looming over him, Beau didn't dare voice his anger.
For a moment, a heavy silence fell over the room.
At the center of the mess, Felicity kept her head bowed. She trembled as if terrified, radiating a fragile, helpless aura that practically begged for sympathy.
Scarlett stared at her without saying a word. The dim lighting earlier had obscured her vision, but now, looking closely, she saw it.
Felicity's face was a near-perfect mirror image of her own. They could have been carved from the exact same mold.
That was, of course, when she wasn't speaking.
Felicity's teeth protruded just a fraction—a microscopic difference that only revealed itself when her lips moved.
But such a minor detail would only be caught by someone with an incredibly sharp eye or a close friend. To a stranger, they were indistinguishable.
What was even more unsettling was how Felicity's mannerisms mirrored her own.
Was she born with those habits?
Or was this a deliberate imitation?
"I'm so sorry. I had no idea this would happen. I want to apologize to this lady," Felicity suddenly spoke up, breaking the silence and volunteering to take the blame.
Quinlan frowned at the display. "She's manipulative," she thought. Taking the blame right off the bat while playing the pitiful victim made it look exactly like she was the one being bullied.
Suddenly, Quinlan shifted her gaze to Ambrose. She noticed his eyes were fixed on Felicity, his expression completely unreadable, almost as if he had expected this exact scenario.
Was this not his first time seeing Felicity?
With that thought, Quinlan glanced back at Scarlett. Scarlett's face retained it's usual look of indifference. She was also sizing up Felicity, completely oblivious to Ambrose's intense stare.
Seeing that Scarlett wasn't going to entertain Felicity's act, Quinlan finally spoke, "You definitely need to apologize to Ms. Mellon. Because of you, she was thoroughly shaken up."
"Furthermore," Quinlan continued, her tone strictly business, "you approached a customer during your shift, which led to this entire fiasco and caused significant losses for the bar. You're fired."
It was Quinlan's way of putting a definitive end to the drama.
Tears instantly welled up in Felicity's eyes. She looked at Quinlan with pure defiance. "Ms. Bennett, I know my face caused trouble for Ms. Mellon, but I don't understand what you mean by 'approaching a customer'."
Quinlan raised an eyebrow and shot a look at Beau. "Didn't you intentionally approach Mr. Morris during your shift to beg for an acting role?"
Felicity looked genuinely shocked and shook her head vehemently. "No, I didn't do anything of the sort."
"I just came in to deliver drinks. Mr. Morris was the one who said I would perfectly fit a role in his new show. He asked if I was interested. Since my major is in acting, I thought it would be a great opportunity if it worked out, so I gave Mr. Morris my contact info."
Felicity's version of events was the exact opposite of what Beau had claimed earlier.
"You clearly recognized me as a producer and tried to network your way in! That's why you handed over your contact info, and I have a whole room of people who can testify to that!" Beau glared at Felicity, looking like he wanted to murder her on the spot.
Felicity looked like she was on the verge of sobbing. "They are your friends. Of course, they would back you up."
Watching Felicity counter Beau with such clear, calculated logic while maintaining her damsel-in-distress act, Quinlan knew right then that this girl was anything but simple.
Given the situation, Quinlan turned to Ambrose. "Mr. Boleyn, how do you think we should handle this?"
Ambrose's expression remained dark and icy. "One has already been taught a lesson. Fire the other."
With that, he stepped closer to Scarlett, his voice dropping an octave as he asked her, "Does this arrangement work for you?"
Scarlett finally tore her gaze away from Felicity's face. She gave Ambrose a faint, dismissive glance, ignoring his question completely, and turned her attention to Beau.
"Mr. Morris, didn't I tell you from the very beginning that you had the wrong person?"
Beau nodded stiffly. "Yes, you did. But I never imagined a situation like this. I didn't believe you, and that was my mistake."
"Since you admit your mistake, then tell me—was the beating you just took uncalled for?"
The crowd stared at Scarlett in confusion, not quite grasping where she was going with this.
Beau remained silent, his jaw tight. Deep down, he was entirely unconvinced.
Scarlett let out a soft, mocking laugh. "It seems you still don't think you deserved it. If I had actually let you drag me into that room, the consequences I would have faced would be far worse than yours."
Beau had absolutely no comeback for that.
He knew exactly what his intentions had been.
Scarlett didn't let up.
"You rely on your wealth and power to humiliate people as you please. If it had been any other woman, you probably would have gotten your way. And even if you didn't, a woman with less influence wouldn't have been able to do a damn thing about it. You would just go on committing the same vile acts. But you ran out of luck today because you ran into me. So you deserved every single punch you took. Consider it a wake-up call to start acting like a decent human being. Otherwise, your next downfall will be much, much worse."
Her words were razor-sharp, leaving no room for argument, yet completely justified.
Being dressed down so thoroughly by a woman left Beau unable to even lift his head.
And that was exactly what Scarlett aimed to do.
She had seen him beaten, verbally destroyed him, and held the absolute moral high ground, leaving no room for anyone to find fault in her actions.
Scarlett's flawless execution left everyone in the room stunned.
A woman with brains and a backbone was truly a force to be reckoned with.
Having said her piece, Scarlett turned to Quinlan with an apologetic look. "I'm so sorry. I really brought a lot of trouble to your doorstep today."
Quinlan's admiration for Scarlett only grew. Hearing the apology, she shook her head and gently patted Scarlett's hand.
"I'm the one who should be apologizing. You came to support my business, and instead, you got a massive scare."
Just as the words left her mouth, Briar burst through the door. "Scarlett, what happened?"
Before anyone could answer, she rushed to Scarlett's side.
She did a frantic visual sweep of Scarlett, only letting out a breath of relief when she saw she was unharmed.
She had gone back to find her, and when she couldn't, she asked a waiter and found out about the commotion.
Only then did Briar scan the room. Her brows knitted together as she took in Ambrose, Felicity, and a heavily battered Beau.
"Quinlan, what exactly happened here?"
As Quinlan opened her mouth to explain, Scarlett cut in. "I'll tell you when we get back. Quinlan, you handle things here first."
Briar wanted to press the issue, but a single look from Scarlett silenced her.
Still, seeing Ambrose there, Briar figured Scarlett couldn't have been at a disadvantage. That bruised guy on the floor was probably Ambrose's handiwork.
But what was going through Ambrose's head seeing Felicity, a girl who looked so much like Scarlett?
With that thought, Briar couldn't help but shoot a glance at Ambrose.
However, she saw that Ambrose's eyes were glued solely to Scarlett, so she brushed the thought aside.
Scarlett and her group headed for the door, and Ambrose followed them out. Meanwhile, Felicity stood rooted to the spot, her eyes tracking Ambrose's retreating back. Catching this, Quinlan couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
Just another delusional woman.
No matter how identical they looked, Felicity would never be Scarlett.
With a wave of her hand, Quinlan had Beau sent to the hospital and comped the private room so the rest of the guests could continue their night.
With the chaos settled, Quinlan ordered Felicity to leave the bar. Surprisingly, Felicity didn't beg; she walked out calmly. As she passed by Scarlett's booth on her way out...
She spotted Ambrose sitting off to the side by himself, completely ignored by the others. A dark, calculating gleam flashed in her eyes as her footsteps carried her straight toward him.