Chapter b42 /bNo One’s Chasing You

“bI /bcan’t believe how much you’ve changed!”

Connor couldn’t help but raise his voice, but Scarlett only let out a coldugh.”

“Volume doesn’t make you right, Mr. Connor. Are you yelling to cover up how guilty you feel?”

Connor’s face turned a deep, stormy shade.

“Scarlett! You’re questioning me?”

Scarlett shrugged. “Obviously. You should be questioned.”

“Heh. Looks like now that someone’s backing you, you’ve really grown a spine! But I’ll say it again, don’te crawling back to regret this!”

With that, he flung his sleeve and turned sharply on his heel to storm off.

In his heart, he quietly began counting.

Before, whenever he left in a huff like this, Scarlett would alwayse running after him.

She neversted more than ten seconds.

But now… he had already walked out of the cafeteria. In his head, he’d counted to twenty.

Still nothing.

Frustrated, he suddenly turned back-

Only to see Scarlett sitting across from James, apparently with a fresh te of food, eating like she hadn’t a care in the world.

His hands clenched into fists in rage.

His whole body was trembling. iFine/ii! /iiFine/ii! /iiFine/ii! /i

This time, she had really done it—she’d actually gotten under his skin.

Even if she came crawling back, begging him for forgiveness on her knees, he wouldn’t give her a second nce.

“Connor!”

He hadn’t walked far when he ran into Reba, who was heading to ss with a few ssmates.

“What are you doing here?”

Reba had changed into a crisp white dress.

Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, giving her a sweet, innocent look. When she saw Connor, she lit up

bin /bbsurprise/bb. /b

She thought bhe /bwas there bto /bbsee /bher.

But bas /bshe got closerb, /bbshe /bnoticed the food stains on his clothes.

“Did you… get into a fight with my sister?”

She quickly pulled out a pack of wet wipes and began gently wiping the mess off Connor’s clothes.

The two of them were standing so closeb, /btheir breaths nearly mingled.

Connor watched as the girl moved in closer, her soft fingers asionally brushing against his skin.

Even the cold dampness of the wipe was warmed by his skin.

“It’s nothing. I was actually here to see you–just ran into her by ident.”

“She wanted to get back together; I said no, so she lost it.”

The moment Reba heard he’de for iher/i, her heart swelled with sweetness.

But her expression was full of concern.

“She really went too far.”

She noticed a bruise forming near Connor’s temple where he’d been hit and gently rubbed it with the pad of her finger.

“But she’s working under your professor’s rival now. That guy’s trying to be an academician, it makes sense that she’d be a little full of herself. Just try to be understanding.”

“She became John’s student?”

Connor froze. The only person trying to challenge Calvin for the title–and had beef with him was John.

Supposedly a descendant of the Reeves family, John came from a family with deep roots and a powerful legacy.

No wonder Scarlett iseemed /iiso /iiconfident /iiearlier/i. iStill/ii, /iwhy idid /iiScarlett /iialways /iiend /iiup /iiunder /iisomeone /iipowerful/i? And why idid /iithey /ialways like iher/ii? /i

First it was the Lane family’s representative, now it was John!

If he hadn’t been with Scarlett for years, he’d start believing she was just naturally extraordinary.

“Reba, no matter who she studies under, she’s not allowed to walk all over you.”

“If anything ever happens, call me immediately.”

Reba nodded, her face showing a bit of vulnerability. “I will.”

Normally, Connor would’ve taken the time tofort her–but today, he acted like he hadn’t even

bnoticed/bb. /b

b“/bbReba/bb, /bdo you know how bto /bwrite proposalsb?/bb” /b

biIf /i/bisomeone /ias in as iScarlett /iicould /iiwrite /iia /iidecent /iione/i, then Reba–who was a thousand times better- would surely impress the Lane family’s rep beyond belief!

He’d already thought it all through.

If they could win the Lane family’s approval, he’d be able to dere it to the world that Reba was the real deal.

Scarlett bwas /bnothing more than a fame–chasing fraud.

And when that happened, he wanted to see if Scarlett could still be as smug as she was today.

Reba, however, fell silent. She could write basic proposals.

Like ones for student council events, or organizing ss meetings for her advisor.

But, when it came to corporate–level strategic nning, she had no experience at all–not even close.

Now that Connor had brought it up, it was clear this wouldn’t be easy.

She definitely couldn’t pull it off.

“Connor, I do know how to write them… but I’m busy withb work right now. I’ve been spending all my time in theb.”

The moment Connor heard she could write them, his eyes lit up with delight.

“No worries. It won’t take up much of your time.”

“I’ll have the head of the nning department contact you. You just need to provide the concept.”

He’d done his research.

The Lane family’s rep didn’t hate the writing style of the nning department–what they didn’t like were the ideas. They were too conventional, too safe; nothing that sparked investment interest.

If Reba could provide a strong concept, the nning team could refine and polish it.

Winning over the Lane family’s rep would be a piece of cake.

Reba felt a knot twist in her stomach.

But to keep from raising any suspicion, she had to nod and agree. iWorst /iicase/i, I’d find ia /iway ito /iimake /iScarlett write it iter/ii. /i

And if that didn’t work, she’d ask Micah.

Chapter b43 /bScarlett Isn’t That Desperate