Ryan Ford’s eyes twitched, his hand fell from her shoulder.
The phone suddenly rang in the hallway. Feeling irritable, Ryan Ford tore open his shirt, walked over to take a look, frowned tightly, picked up the phone, and addressed his dad. After that, he didn’t say a word. Once the call ended, he turned around to look at Scarlett Shaw, who was still holding a small knife.
"I won’t let you leave ."
Ryan threw out this sentence and slamd the door as he left.
Scarlett didn’t have ti to treat her wound, and shortly after Ryan left, she quickly escaped.
Perhaps due to blood loss, as soon as she reached downstairs, she felt weak and had to crouch by the greenery to catch her breath.
Shiny, high-end n’s leather shoes appeared in her line of vision.
Scarlett hugged her knees and looked up into the calm, deep eyes of Julian Ford.
Scarlett: "President Ford."
A worker’s spirit never dies; even though Scarlett was dizzy at this mont, she didn’t forget to show utmost respect to Julian Ford.
She initially wanted to feign nonchalance with a quip like "What a coincidence, you’re here too," to ease her own embarrassnt. But then she realized that this was the Cloud Mansion, and Julian Ford’s presence was no surprise.
Julian Ford remained silent, gazing down at Scarlett, who crouched on the ground.
Her clothes were wrinkled, she looked utterly disheveled, with bloodstains on her shoulder. Her hair, tied into a bun, had strands falling and sticking to her sweaty little face.
Like a mistreated, cheap stray cat dumped by the roadside.
Not even a ow of help.
"How long are you going to crouch there?" Julian Ford looked at her coldly, "Bleeding everywhere, waiting for to clean up your ss?"
Scarlett: "I’ll leave after resting for a bit."
In her current state, appearing in such a luxurious residential area really didn’t give her a good image.
Scarlett pulled out her phone, about to hail a cab.
Julian Ford suddenly bent down, his large hands wrapping around her waist and knees, his cold aura enveloping Scarlett. She slightly startled, looking up and saw Julian Ford’s calm, aloof, deeply contoured side profile.
Julian Ford brought Scarlett back ho; as soon as they entered the door, without a word he put her down.
Scarlett nearly lost her balance, instinctively grabbing onto him.
Julian Ford glanced at her indifferently.
Scarlett noticed the blood on her hands, though dry but contrasting with Julian’s pristine white shirt, it was quite nasty.
Scarlett quickly retracted her hand, "Sorry."
Julian Ford ignored her, pulled out a dical box, "Sit down."
When the knife pierced the skin, Scarlett’s emotions were chaotic, she hardly felt the pain. But now, under alcohol’s effect, the pain amplified.
Scarlett gritted her teeth, remaining silent.
Julian threw away the used cotton swab, grabbed a new one, dabbed it in alcohol, and applied it again. Scarlett obviously flinched.
Julian: "Can’t scream from pain?"
Scarlett: "I can endure."
Julian: "Didn’t see you endure on the bed."
Talking to Julian Ford always made Scarlett feel the urge to slap him, even though this man was kindly tending to her wound.
Julian lifted his eyelids slightly, noticing the fierce yet restrained indignation in Scarlett’s eyes.
He applied pressure on her wrist, the cotton swab pressing on the fine neck wound.
"Hiss—"
Scarlett sucked in a breath, tears stung by pain hung at her eyes’ corners.
"Got it to scream now." Julian adhered the gauze, stood, and casually asked, "Injured by Ryan?"
Scarlett: "Self-inflicted."
The movent of Julian closing the dical box paused, he glanced sideways at her, "How many tis now, don’t want to live?"
Do you want to? Absolutely.
"I can’t help it, I don’t have the strength, can’t beat him."
Could only resort to this asure.
Scarlett was basically gambling, assuming Ryan had so humanity left, and wouldn’t really hurt her physically.
The facts proved she gambled right.
"Third ti’s a charm; next ti you want to die, don’t show up in front of ." Julian’s voice was lazy and calm, exuding a detached coldness.
Scarlett froze: "Three tis?"
Jas Bell once, Ryan Ford this ti, isn’t it just twice?
Julian eyes her, "What, really need to use that ’third ti’? The Cloud Mansion’s highest point is on the eighteenth floor. Jump from the top, make a splat, suits you well."
"..."
Scarlett felt that Julian Ford, even after being cremated and turned to ash, would still have his mouth intact.
Perhaps even during her disco dance at his grave, he would accompany with music.
Thinking aside, Scarlett still slightly bowed and expressed her thanks sincerely.
Julian smirked, "Just a thank you?"
Scarlett’s mind was inappropriately flashed with so obscene thoughts; she wasn’t deliberately perverted, just that Julian Ford played too many roles those couple of tis, making it hard to forget. Furthermore, Julian Ford lacked nothing; she indeed didn’t know how to thank.
Scarlett pressed her lips together, tentatively asked: "Then, President Ford, na your conditions?"
Julian raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised she would say such a thing. In her poor, dirty state, she indeed stirs a man’s desires, especially the wounded part of her skin, covering the most vulnerable carotid artery, tainted with blood, easily stirring a man’s desire to tyrannize.
Small cat’s neck weak, a twist and it’s broken.
"Leave then."
Scarlett surprised, she’s... just being let go?
Julian saw her dazed, said lightly: "Besides sex, what else could you offer to thank ?"
"..."
Scarlett understood, this was a hint of boredom with her; seems like in the future, she needn’t appear before this Buddha outside of work ti.
Sensibly, she straightened her clothes, nodded a farewell, and left without any lingering.
...
Scarlett went to the company the next day, Skyler Miller noticed the gauze on her neck and, taking the opportunity at noon, pulled Scarlett to a nearby noodle shop, shocked and asked, "Ryan Ford hit you?!"
Scarlett shook her head.
Skyler Miller: "Didn’t hit personally, then he forced you to harm yourself. Good thing I mustered up the courage last night, called President Ford; lucky you’re okay."
Scarlett bewildered: "You inford Julian Ford?"
"Otherwise? Besides President Ford, who else can manage The Fords’ Second Son?" Skyler lowered her voice, still in shock, "You being taken away like that by The Fords’ Second Son, I really couldn’t just ignore. President Ford does care about his brother, ca back quickly without saying a word, oh, his face, it was terribly grim."
Skyler didn’t feel at ease last night, secretly followed Ryan’s car all the way to Cloud Mansion, left only after Julian Ford arrived.
Scarlett’s expression complex, contemplating.
Skyler said quietly, "Given yesterday’s situation, seems Chloe Grant hasn’t succeeded in moving up yet, still playing Ryan Ford’s lover. From the looks of The Fords’ Second Son, he definitely can’t forget you!"
Scarlett: "Can’t forget but doesn’t stop him from sleeping with Chloe Grant."
"True."
Skyler recalled Ryan’s stance from yesterday, still sowhat scared.
"No wonder the Ford family focused nearly all resources on Julian Ford. Ryan Ford, on the other hand, has been left to his own devices, not much in terms of discipline. With such a comparison, if I were the chairman, I wouldn’t dare hand Veridian over to Ryan Ford."
"I heard, President Ford’s private life is quite clean, only had one girlfriend, the young lady from the prestigious Sutton Family, Zoe Sutton, broke up initiated by the girl."
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