Out of Control: Into Your Everything Chapter 5: You Have No Say Over Who I See

The man’s eyes were cold, full of sarcasm.

People from different worlds, talking more is like playing the piano to a cow.

This high-status cow, Julian Ford, Scarlett Shaw couldn’t provoke, so she simply gave up and said, "President Ford, are you going to delete the photos or not?"

Julian Ford responded with a question instead, "Why do you think I would keep your photos?"

Scarlett was slightly stunned.

She finally understood.

Apparently, this big boss was also just teasing her, aggressively claiming she deceived him, yet he was taking her as a joke too.

Scarlett took a deep breath, turned around, opened the door, and left.

She walked out of Cloud Mansion alone, blown by the cold wind.

As soon as she reached the street, she glimpsed a Cayenne parked not far away.

Upon looking at the license plate, it was indeed Ryan Ford’s car.

Her first reaction was to run away.

Just as she took half a step, she suddenly noticed the Cayenne’s excessive vibration frequency, as if... it was shaking.

She felt a chill in her heart, recalling the condoms she found in Ryan Ford’s car.

During the three years with Ryan Ford, he had many ambiguous relationships, which Scarlett couldn’t control, but she was sure Ryan hadn’t been intimately involved with those won.

The woman in the car was Ryan Ford’s only exception.

Driven by an inexplicable impulse, Scarlett approached the Cayenne, trying to get to the front for a clearer view of the woman’s appearance.

The backseat door opened the mont she got close.

Ryan Ford got out of the car, quickly closed the door, and Scarlett didn’t rember to see clearly inside, eting Ryan’s dark eyes.

Ryan’s gaze was piercing, "Scarlett, what are you doing here?"

Scarlett pressed her lips together.

The honest truth that she ca with Julian Ford couldn’t be told, naturally.

She glanced at the Cayenne, questioning, "Is there soone else in your car?"

Ryan’s charming eyes darkened slightly, his gaze flickering.

Scarlett took the opportunity to try to pull open the car door.

Her hand just reached out, caught by Ryan, who gave her a faint look, instantly overlapping with Julian Ford’s face.

Scarlett was taken aback.

Ryan said, "Didn’t you break up with ? I’m single now; you’re in no place to question finding other won."

Scarlett paused slightly, then bent her lips in a calm expression, "Yeah, I’m not concerned."

She wasn’t really interested either.

If she hadn’t coincidentally run into this today, she wouldn’t want to disgust herself again.

Scarlett asked, "That condom you left in the car a few days ago, was it for her?"

Ryan Ford furrowed his brows, taking a quick glance inside the car.

Not denying it.

Scarlett sneered, "Ryan Ford, I should thank you for considering too filthy to touch! You’re just a trash bin yourself!"

All these years, she had never spoken harshly to Ryan Ford.

This was the first ti.

Scarlett’s voice was even shaking.

Ryan t her reddened eyes, his heart aching; he couldn’t stand her using such a tone to speak to him.

"How clean can you be? If you were really clean, would you sleep with another man the day after breaking up with ?"

Ryan Ford’s large hand was still gripping Scarlett’s wrist.

He tightened his grip while speaking, causing Scarlett’s thin brows to furrow slightly, her expression showing discomfort.

Ryan released her, took a deep breath, and looking around, suddenly realized sothing, questioning in a cold voice:

"You haven’t answered yet. Why are you here? Is that man living here?"

Scarlett responded, "You just said it, we broke up, I’m single, whoever I find you can’t question."

After saying this, she turned and walked away.

Ryan stood still, leaning against the car, took out a cigarette and lit it, his expression deep in thought.

Five minutes later, Ryan got back in the car.

He spoke in a calm voice to the woman in the backseat who had already dressed, "Leave later, don’t run into Scarlett."

"Okay."

The woman’s voice was cool and obedient.

Ryan looked up, the car’s rearview mirror reflecting the woman’s clear, round eyes, resembling Scarlett’s very much.

...

Early morning.

Veridian.

Scarlett walked into the finance departnt; only Chloe Grant was there.

Scarlett said, "Please send the cash flow and audit details for the companies in the investnt plan."

Chloe didn’t lift her eyelids, "Didn’t I send it to your departnt last week?"

Scarlett frowned slightly, insisting, "It wasn’t sent."

Chloe replied, "I sent it to your departnt’s Lily."

Scarlett gave her a deep look, her gaze sweeping over the bag on the table, a new luxury brand, costing six figures.

Suddenly, Chloe stood up, and the materials on the table were knocked to the floor.

She bent down to pick them up.

Chloe’s top was quite short, revealing a small segnt of her waist, marked with startling bruises.

The marks were heavy, definitely left from the night before.

When Chloe straightened up, she t Scarlett’s staring eyes.

"Anything else?" she asked coolly.

Scarlett turned and left the finance departnt, walking back to the investnt departnt.

Skyler Miller, the departnt manager, asked, "Scarlett, has the finance departnt sent over the data?"

Scarlett replied, "Accountant Grant said she sent it to Lily."

Lily was gobbling up her breakfast, upon hearing this, got angry, "What she sent over was such rubbish, I’ve been organizing it for two days and found out the data logic is all wrong! I just reported it to Manager Miller!"

Skyler Miller’s face turned sowhat stern.

He didn’t say much but instructed Scarlett to print the materials for the upcoming eting.

Scarlett didn’t expect Julian Ford to attend this eting personally.

Julian Ford had assud this position a month ago.

There’s a saying about new officials stirring up trouble, but in this month, the company was as calm as water without any major moves.

Scarlett had seen Julian Ford several tis in the company, but always from a distance.

Today was the first ti seeing him in such a formal setting.

Julian Ford’s face was truly perfect.

Along with the innate, noble aura of the wealthy aristocracy.

Sitting there, it was hard not to pay attention.

Male and female colleagues in the eting couldn’t help but glance at Julian Ford, except Scarlett who kept her gaze strictly on the reporting materials.

The eting’s the was Veridian’s investnt direction for the next five years.

The marketing departnt wanted short-term investnts with quick returns, flexible funds, and high leveraged gains.

Scarlett, from the investnt departnt, advocated for long-term value investnt.

Scarlett reported this part, and at the end of the report, Julian Ford glanced lightly in her direction, his deep black eyes revealing no emotions or thoughts.

Scarlett quickly lowered her head.

Previously, dealings with Julian Ford were outside the company, not work-related, always about n and won’s affairs, she wasn’t too afraid, the psychological pressure wasn’t that high.

But now, Julian Ford was formally sitting in the boss’s position.

The pressure was overwhelming.

Further, he held her career fate in his hands.

Scarlett dared not breathe loudly.

The finance departnt started reporting, generally agreeing with the marketing departnt, claiming the company’s cash flow was tight, unsuitable for long-term investnt.

Scarlett instinctively sneaked a glance at Julian Ford.