Chapter 430: Chapter 430 Unlucky Ghost Isolde Garrison
Adam was suddenly surrounded by everyone.
“What? What’s going on?! Adam!”
“Are you saying the Great Demon King Chalrs is that… ‘person’?”
“No way! You’re joking, right?”
“What happened? Tell us now!”
Adam was blocked so tightly he couldn’t breathe fresh air anymore, his expression turning slightly stiff, “It’s exactly what you saw! Don’t crowd !”
He swore, it wasn’t that he wanted to make a scene—it was those two making absolutely no effort to avoid people.
Finally squeezing his way out of the circle, Adam left early, went downstairs, and called his driver. On the other end, his driver’s voice sounded faint,
“Mr. Chalrs took Miss Scarlett’s car and drove off. I’ve already called to dispatch another car back; it’ll take about half an hour…”
Adam fell silent upon hearing this, and after a mont, asked,
“Why would Mr. Chalrs take *our* car to pick soone up? Didn’t he drive here himself?”
“Mr. Chalrs does have a car, but he had his driver drive it back. And… the car tonight is also borrowed from Mr. Chalrs.”
Strictly speaking, it wasn’t “our” car—both of the cars belonged to Chalrs Family.
As for why the other car had to be sent back.
Well, obviously, it was because Samuel Chalrs’s car wasn’t just anyone’s ride.
Adam: …
So, he’d been left behind?
Clearly, two people went out together, but they left him behind all alone…
Romantic relationships—so aggravating.
…
anwhile, Scarlett Jennings and Samuel Chalrs were sitting in the back seat, observing the not-quite-driver-looking person in the front seat with so curiosity.
“He doesn’t seem like your driver.”
Samuel calmly nodded, “Mm, he’s my assistant.”
The original driver drove the other car back, so the assistant had to step in and drive this one.
After all, Samuel wasn’t one to drive on his own, especially when soone else had already sat in the driver’s seat of that car.
The assistant glanced at the rearview mirror with a courteous smile before refocusing on the road.
From the back seat, Scarlett finally seed to rember to ask Samuel, “How did you know I was here? And why did you co to pick up suddenly?”
“Your party look tonight trended on social dia. I happened to be nearby, so I ca over.”
Samuel’s tone was impressively calm.
The assistant in the driver’s seat fell silent upon hearing this.
Mr. Chalrs’s definition of “nearby” seed… a bit of a stretch.
Samuel’s voice turned slightly serious, “Was it troubleso for to co pick you up?”
Earlier, while facing the Jennings Family, pretending to have a relationship with her was unavoidable. But in front of this crowd of elites, it was basically an unofficial public statent within their circles.
No need to wait until tomorrow—by tonight, all the families in the know would hear about Scarlett Jennings and Samuel Chalrs being together.
The “trouble” Samuel ntioned was clearly about that.
Scarlett was a bit surprised when she heard this, “Troubleso? No way.”
She was always the one causing him trouble—how could he possibly add trouble for *her*?
Afraid Samuel might bla himself, Scarlett stressed with earnest conviction, “You ca at just the right ti. You helped out big ti.”
“Really.”
Samuel’s voice softened slightly, a trace of hard-to-detect pleasure embedded within.
“Yes.”
Scarlett turned the topic to Samuel’s trip to the Capital tropolitan, and the two began chatting, their conversation flowing casually. The atmosphere grew harmonious.
Only the assistant in the front seat remained impassive.
Who was he?
Where was he?
The man in the back seat, tea-drinking in every sense of the word, who was he?
Was that his boss?
He felt like he was overhearing information far beyond his pay grade…
The car cruised smoothly along the road, until the assistant slowed down unexpectedly and addressed the back seat,
“Mr. Chalrs, there seems to be a car accident ahead.”
Samuel lifted his gaze at the news, ready to signal the assistant to change lanes, but Scarlett interjected, “Could we go take a look?”
The assistant instinctively glanced at his boss in the rearview mirror. Seeing Samuel nod, he guided the car to pull over by the roadside.
Scarlett gestured for Samuel to stay in the car while she stepped out to approach the scene.
The accident wasn’t particularly severe—just two cars rear-ending each other and crashing against the roadside barrier.
Paradics were hoisting the injured onto stretchers, but what surprised Scarlett was that she knew both drivers involved.
One was Nicholas Woods, whom she’d just seen at the party.
The other was far more familiar—a face she hadn’t encountered since Isolde Garrison’s passing: Josiah Garrison.
Josiah’s injuries were light. Lying on a stretcher, he was still conscious and, upon spotting Scarlett, who was standing nearby dressed in a witch costu, he failed to recognize her in the first instant. Once he did, however, his entire deanor shifted to sothing unusually agitated as he tried to sit up,
“Scarlett! Scarlett!”
Seeing her standing unmoving, Josiah then grabbed hold of a paradic beside him and pointed in her direction.
“That’s my sister! She’s my only family! She has to take to the hospital! She *must* go with !”
The paradic, puzzled, glanced at Scarlett standing nearby and quickly walked over to explain the situation.
Scarlett couldn’t help but chuckle when she heard Josiah demanding her company.
She had only co to watch the commotion and sohow ended up being roped into this.
“He’s mistaken.”
Scarlett said, noticing the paradic’s evident disbelief, adding,
“His sister was murdered two months ago. Since then, he’s been calling every stranger his sister. I recomnd checking his ntal health when you take him to the hospital.”
Perhaps Scarlett’s serious expression was too convincing, as the paradic only hesitated briefly before muttering an apology and signaling for Josiah to be wheeled away promptly.
Scarlett could still faintly hear Josiah’s frantic shouting from the ambulance.
She paid no further attention to him, letting her gaze wander to a shadowy corner of the roadside.
There, a familiar trace of shadow energy rested.
If her instincts were correct, that was Isolde Garrison’s Shadow Soul.
She hadn’t gone to the Underworld.
One glance at the faint shadow energy clinging to Josiah earlier and Scarlett imdiately pieced it together.
It seed these siblings maintained their “close bond” even separated by life and death.
She didn’t move to exorcise the soul directly—for one, her soul power was ridiculously weak. Two months of haunting Josiah only resulted in so bad luck manifesting as a car accident.
Secondly, taking care of wandering souls wasn’t part of her jurisdiction.
The karmic knot between her and Isolde had completely unraveled the mont the latter’s life ended.
Still, out of humanitarian instinct, Scarlett returned to the car and filed a spiritual escort requisition through the Spiritual Affairs APP.
She didn’t particularly mind one more wandering soul remaining in the Mortal Realm, but given Isolde’s temper, letting her roam unchecked for too long might lead to catastrophe.
Better to have the Ghost ssengers take her away.
Scarlett also recorded the lingering shadow energy left at the accident site into the Spiritual Affairs APP, so the escort operative could follow the trail to locate the ghost.
No way was she going to stand by the roadside in that ridiculous outfit much longer.
When she got back in the car, Samuel turned his gaze toward her, “Sothing strange about the accident?”
“Yeah, one of the drivers was being haunted by a particularly unlucky ghost—not a big deal.”
Scarlett brushed off the matter casually, but suddenly rembered the other victim, Nicholas Woods.
Josiah was cursed by shadow energy, leading to his streak of bad luck. But what about Nicholas? Why was he involved?
Back at the party earlier, she hadn’t noticed any signs of impending harm around him.
Unable to make sense of it, Scarlett decided not to dwell on it further.
The car started up again, making a turn toward another road.
Not long after the vehicle disappeared from sight, in the shadows by the roadside, the Shadow Soul of Isolde Garrison cautiously erged…
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