The house as a whole exudes a style that is simple yet grand.
It’s a style that he doesn’t mind.
But, when did he say he wanted to move?
Looking down again, the little paperman who ca to deliver things is now head-to-head with his own, its short little arms patting around on the design drawing, as if choosing a room for itself.
Samuel Chalrs’s dark eyes deepened. After thinking for a mont, he still took out a phone from the drawer.
This was his previous phone.
After he returned, Simon gave it back to him, but Samuel hasn’t opened it until now.
As soon as the phone booted up, the screensaver displayed a picture taken under the rain-darkened light.
The photo is shot from a distance; in front of a slightly nostalgic antique car, under the dim streetlamp, in the misty drizzle, are two figures standing face to face under an umbrella.
The photo doesn’t clearly show the faces of the two, but Samuel knows it’s him and Scarlett Jennings.
In his mory, the black-and-white scene seems illuminated with color by the screensaver before him, the silhouette belonging to Scarlett gradually becoming clear.
Red hair, a witch, charming, exquisite, yet mysterious.
Samuel stared at the screensaver for a while before clicking into the chat application.
Upon opening it, the pinned chat remained her.
He casually flipped through their previous chat records; not too many sweet words, just restrained and calm dialogue, yet he could still see his past feelings for her through those fragnted words.
The mories related to Samuel Chalrs in his vast sea of mory seed to digest a corner, becoming clearer.
Samuel closed his eyes; instead of looking at those chat records again, he sent her a ssage.
Scarlett Jennings was reading the feedback on that post on the Spiritual Affairs forum when her phone unexpectedly popped up a ssage. Seeing the long-lost ssage icon, her hand subconsciously trembled, accidentally downvoting a recent comnt.
Without caring to withdraw it, she almost reflexively clicked open the ssage, and sure enough, it was sent by Samuel Chalrs.
He said, "I’m not planning to change where I live."
Scarlett Jennings stared at his icon for a long ti before calming her emotions and replying to him.
Scarlett Jennings: "You can move in, or I can move to your place; either way is fine."
The suggestion seed calm but actually gave him no choice.
Samuel furrowed his brows.
Was Scarlett Jennings like this before?
He always felt sothing was not quite the sa.
However, regarding what she said, Samuel had no doubts.
If he didn’t move, she indeed might make the move.
Currently, he’s living in a manor converted from an old estate owned by him.
Though the place is large enough, truly letting her move in would be inconvenient for both.
Moreover, if the Ghost Fog intends to continue targeting the Demon Clan, living in Demon Street would facilitate actions.
Thinking this way, Samuel didn’t dwell further.
"I will move over."
Seeing this ssage, Scarlett’s brows just arched into a smile, only to see another ssage from the other side.
"But regarding the house, I’ll assign soone to handle it."
aning, there’s no need for her to worry.
Distant and aloof, just like when they first t.
Scarlett paused in her eye’s arc before slowly returning to normal.
Not because of disappointnt, after all, ever since her decision day, she had already ntally prepared for his response, which she long expected.
"The money you left then is with ; whether buying a house or furniture, actually using your money."
"If you say you want soone else to handle it, are you intending for them to foot the bill or to get money from again?"
Samuel: ...
When she puts it this way, it seems... indeed there’s such a thing.
Back when Samuel disappeared, the bulk of the assets left by the head of the Chalrs Family were transferred to Scarlett Jennings.
But as the Dragon Vein, he couldn’t have accumulated nothing over millennia, so he wouldn’t let her spend on his behalf.
Samuel was about to say more, but Scarlett’s ssage popped up first.
"If you insist, I’ll consider that as indirectly asking back all the bestowed assets."
Samuel frowned, not having that intention.
Is this person deliberately misinterpreting his words?
Scarlett: "If you truly want to take them back, I’ll cooperate; no need to worry I’ll pocket your money."
Samuel: ...
He really doesn’t an that.
Since the original "Samuel Chalrs" decided to grant assets to her, even if he awakens, he couldn’t possibly ask for their return.
What’s given to her is hers.
"I don’t an that."
Clearly typed, yet Samuel’s words oddly contain a hint of helplessness,
"You handle it fully."
Viewing the evidently conciliatory reply, Scarlett Jennings finally closed the chat screen between them satisfied.
Just about to exit the application, Ashton Todd suddenly sent a ssage.
After a string of crying emojis ca a series of questions.
"Scarlett Jennings, why did you downvote my reply?!"
"At least I actively supported your post, what do you an! Do you have a problem with ?!"
"Because you’ve gone to the Academy of Mystique, you don’t consider us your most loyal partners?!"
"You really broke my heart!"
Scarlett first paused, then quickly switched back to the Spiritual Affairs forum, finding that the reply she accidentally downvoted earlier was actually Ashton’s reply.
A rare trace of guilt flashed on Scarlett’s face, and she imdiately responded.
"It was a slip."
"Don’t use so entertainnt industry excuse to gloss over, if this isn’t clarified, it might affect our camaraderie in future battles!"
Scarlett fell silent, "Then what do you want?"
Ashton this ti replied super fast, "Send a red envelope, less than 188 and our friendship is over."
Scarlett: ...
She really shouldn’t have bothered with him.
Ultimately, Scarlett sent him a 1.88 red envelope, which instantly resolved this friendship crisis with Ashton’s quick acceptance.
...
Though the neighboring house needs renovation, considering Samuel should move in soon, Scarlett didn’t plan for major repairs but instead paid triple the rate to have the construction team tidy up the place in two days.
The construction head nad Cyrus Whitley, specifically chosen by her assistant for the most reliable reputation and craftsmanship in this field.
Cyrus Whitley is both shrewd and honest, never dropping the ball when paid fairly.
Sure enough, once two days were up, the small courtyard next door had been fully renovated.
With one more day of cleanup, altogether in just three days, the courtyard was completely transford.
The construction crew left, just waiting for Samuel to move in.
What seed like a chance encounter turned into sothing unexpected when Cyrus Whitley stumbled out of his vehicle at dawn.
Ignoring Scarlett’s prior rules of no lingering at night, he seed driven anxiously by so unseen ghost, hurriedly and heedlessly barging into Demon Street.
And just as his foot touched the realm of Demon Street, all the demons who were sleeping there instantly opened their eyes in the dark.
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