Chapter 64 Does Scarlett Know She Was Wrong?
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When Daniel received Scarlett's Facebook message, he had already returned to Regal Estate.
On his desk sat a more detailed file on Jake, documenting all the girls Jake had raped over the years.
Willing or forced, the records were thick enough to fill a book.
Jake had even caused a death two years ago.
Daniel's eyes darkened. He could hardly imagine what would have happened that night if Scarlett hadn't handled things well.
Silent killing intent spread through the room until his phone on the desk buzzed.
Daniel glanced at the screen. The murderous aura gradually faded. He tossed the file into the trash and gave a low order.
"Go ahead. Keep him alive."
That meant making Jake wish he were dead.
"Yes." A stern figure stood before the desk—it was Ray.
Understanding the order, he responded and left to carry it out.
Only then did Daniel pick up his phone and open Facebook.
Seeing that Scarlett had not only removed him from her blocked list but also asked to meet him tomorrow at a café, the coldness in Daniel's eyes completely disappeared. He looked thoughtful.
Just then, Jane knocked on the door.
"Mr. Daniel Wilson, Mr. William Wilson has arrived."
Daniel turned his phone face-down on the desk. "Take him to the gym."
When Daniel arrived, William was already waiting.
"Daniel, calling me over this late—are we working out together?"
William pointed at the exercise equipment, somewhat confused.
Daniel said nothing. He walked over, took boxing gloves from the rack, and tossed them to William.
Daniel grabbed a pair for himself and slowly put them on.
William paused for a moment, then smiled. He took off his jacket, put on the gloves, got into position, and lifted his chin.
"Daniel sits in an office all day, but I'm a professional athlete. There's no way Daniel can beat me now..."
Before William finished speaking, Daniel moved like lightning.
Daniel kicked William in the chest. William stumbled back several steps, his chest aching.
Before William could catch his breath, Daniel flew at him with another kick. William's tall figure tilted and fell, sliding across the floor until he hit the wall.
"You talk too much." Daniel said coldly, looking down at William and beckoning with his fist.
William's eyes sharpened. He pushed off the ground with his legs and sprang up, clenching his fists hard as he charged forward.
However, the facts proved one thing.
Even though he trained professionally every day, William was still no match for Daniel in boxing.
After being knocked down by Daniel for the eighteenth time, William lay on the ground gasping. He didn't get up to fight again. Instead, he pulled off his boxing gloves and asked.
"So Daniel, you found out about that thing?" William phrased it as a question, but his tone was certain.
Calling him over specifically to beat him up—the reason had to be that Daniel found out about what he and Scarlett had been hiding from him.
Daniel remained standing, looking down at William. "Not completely stupid," he said flatly.
William sat up, pulling at his injuries. "Daniel, you hit pretty hard. It was Scarlett who told me not to tell you."
"She told you not to tell, so you didn't? Is she your boss?" Daniel mocked.
William felt wronged. "Well, isn't she basically my boss?"
When they were kids, whenever William and Scarlett fought, Daniel would beat William regardless of who was right or wrong.
After all these years, nothing had changed.
No wait—Scarlett married Daniel, and Daniel got even worse. William really hurt.
Something in William's words must have set Daniel off again, because Daniel's gaze grew even sharper.
"She's my wife! My wife went through something like that, and you kept it from me with her. What were you trying to do?"
William felt a bit guilty. He scratched his nose. "Don't be angry. Scarlett wasn't trying to overthink things or saying she doesn't trust you. It's because of what happened that year—she cares about you too much and was worried you'd do something rash if you found out."
Daniel laughed coldly. "Should I thank you both for being so considerate?"
William felt like this conversation was going nowhere. If they kept talking, he feared he might die here.
He changed the subject. "That Jake guy hasn't been having a good time these past few days. I had someone give him something to eat that's been tormenting him—he's barely hanging on. Let's just leave it at that. Scarlett doesn't want you to know, so Daniel, just pretend you don't..."
Before he could finish, Daniel was already walking out, leaving behind just one cold sentence.
"Our marriage is our business. Outsiders should stay out of it!"
The next day.
When Tom came early to pick up Daniel, Daniel hadn't come downstairs yet.
Jane said, "Mr. Wilson had breakfast and went back upstairs. Mr. Green, you can go up and wait."
Tom was a bit surprised. Daniel, the workaholic, seemed a bit unusual today.
When Tom realized Daniel wasn't in the study but still in the dressing room picking out ties, he found it even stranger.
Daniel clearly hadn't noticed this himself. He even turned around with two ties and asked.
"Which one's better?"
Tom's eyes widened. He honestly couldn't see the difference between the two ties—they were both blue with subtle patterns.
He looked carefully. Was the pattern on the left one slightly bigger?
"The left one?" Seeing Daniel's impatient look, he quickly answered.
Two minutes later, Daniel put on the right one and walked past Tom expressionlessly.
Still, on the way to the Star Group, Tom noticed Daniel's mood was different today.
It wasn't until after a morning meeting, when he heard Daniel's instructions, that Tom understood where this difference came from.
"Go wait for Mrs. Wilson in the café downstairs. If she knows she was wrong, bring her up."
Tom fell silent.
So Scarlett had made up with Daniel.
Tom smiled. "Should I clear Mr. Wilson's schedule for lunch and book a restaurant?"
Daniel looked at the data charts on his computer, his gaze focused. "You arrange it."
Tom suppressed a smile. No wonder Daniel was fussing over tie styles—he was planning a date with Scarlett today.
When Tom got to the café downstairs, Scarlett was already there.
But she wasn't alone—sitting beside her was a middle-aged man wearing glasses.
Tom was confused. He walked over.
"Mrs. Wilson, who's this?"
Scarlett looked behind Tom. Not seeing Daniel, her expression didn't change much. She pointed to the person beside her to introduce him to Tom.
The smile on Tom's face gradually froze.
Ten minutes later, Tom returned to Daniel's office.
When Tom entered, Daniel's eyes were still on his computer. He only asked, "Does she know she was wrong?"
He had only heard one set of footsteps, but he assumed Scarlett was hanging back.
After he got so angry last night and left her by the car, Scarlett should have reflected on herself.
She'd been willful this whole time and even blocked him. Last night, Scarlett quietly added him back and asked to meet—she must have realized where she went wrong.
As for why Scarlett didn't come straight up, she was probably embarrassed.
"Mr. Wilson, Mrs. Wilson, she... she..."
Tom stammered. Daniel's gaze finally moved from the computer to look at him.
His eyes fell on what Tom was holding. "What's that in your hand?"
Tom steeled himself, gritted his teeth, and quickly placed the document in front of Daniel.
"Mr. Wilson, this is another divorce agreement Mrs. Wilson prepared. Mrs. Wilson says she agrees to the divorce terms you proposed before."
"She... she even brought a lawyer. She asked me to bring the newly drafted agreement up for you to sign and bring back down."
With those few sentences, Tom broke out in a sweat.
Daniel thought Scarlett was coming to apologize, but she'd brought a divorce lawyer with her.
Tom felt embarrassed for Daniel.