The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 383: Chase Jennings Trembling in Pain

Chase couldn’t help but glance at the old matriarch, and even Donovan threw her a meaningful look.

It wasn’t surprising that everyone was shocked, considering how the matriarch’s attitude toward Scarlett had been blatantly obvious before this.

The only one at the table not showing any surprise was Old Sir Jiang. When he made the decision, he clearly hadn’t discussed it with the matriarch, but he knew well enough she wouldn’t object.

The matriarch, feeling irked by everyone’s stares, spoke up,

"What, is it so strange I agreed? I may be old, but I can still tell right from wrong!"

This time, since the credit was all Scarlett’s, she wasn’t really about to ignore it completely. Just a few shares—it wasn’t a big deal, and if she wanted to give them away, she would.

Scarlett, of course, wasn’t going to reject someone offering her money. She smiled faintly and accepted it.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

The matriarch: ...

Clearly, half of it came from her. Why not thank her? Was the girl intentionally being difficult?

Not even 2% of the shares could buy her a "Thank you, Grandma."

The matriarch was sulking.

Old Sir Jiang’s kindly smile widened at Scarlett’s gratitude, and he turned to the matriarch, saying, "Shares are one thing, but the five million? You still need to give that to the child separately."

The matriarch: ...

"I got it."

Clearly annoyed, she begrudgingly agreed, but when she noticed Scarlett wasn’t going to add anything more, she huffed in frustration and fell silent.

Chase, watching from his seat, hesitated for a long while before finally gritting his teeth and making his decision.

"Grandpa’s right. This time it’s all thanks to Scarlett. I... I’ll give her 0.5% of my shares from my portion as well!"

Chase’s main motive was to make a statement in front of the others. After all, he had recently gone overboard with his antics for Azura. He needed to repair his image now somehow.

Another reason was to use this financial pain as a lesson for himself.

To remind himself that in the future, he must never let a woman cloud his judgment again.

If the matriarch’s gesture had been surprising, Chase’s voluntary offer of shares outright stunned everyone.

Even Lucas almost blurted out, wondering if his brother and grandmother had spent too much time stuck in that doll and become fools.

Truthfully, everyone else there felt more or less the same way.

Especially Blaise and his wife.

This just didn’t seem like something their son would do, particularly giving shares to Scarlett, who he openly disliked.

Wasn’t he the one who had spent money hiring people to defame Scarlett not long ago?

But Donovan, after a slight raise of his brows, suddenly smiled and spoke up.

"Chase’s actions are commendable, but don’t you think 0.5% is a bit stingy? Why not match Grandpa and Grandma with 2%?"

Donovan’s smile was charming, and his warm tone nearly made Chase want to cough up blood.

How many shares did he even have in total?!

The 0.5% he already offered was enough to make him feel like crying, and now Brother Donovan was kicking him when he was down!

By comparison, Scarlett asking for eight million actually seemed kind.

Not just Chase—Blaise and his wife also felt pained by these words. After all, any shares they gave away would no longer count as part of their family’s portion.

Afraid Old Sir Jiang might really agree with Donovan’s suggestion to have Chase offer 2%, Blaise hurriedly spoke up,

"Donovan makes a good point, but Chase is still just the younger generation. He can’t exactly measure up to us elders. Let’s make it 1%."

Spit.

If the setting weren’t inappropriate, Chase would’ve outright performed a dramatic blood spitting act for everyone.

Dad!

You really are my biological father, huh!

With one sentence, you just gave away 1% of my shares!

This time, Chase really was trembling with anguish over the loss.

But since his father had already spoken, he couldn’t just publicly contradict him and slap his own parent’s face.

Watching Chase’s painful expression as he grudgingly accepted fate, Donovan’s smile grew even more genuine. He turned to Scarlett and added,

"Alright, now we have exactly 5%. Consider it a little pocket money from Grandpa, Grandma, and Chase."

Meeting Donovan’s laughing eyes, Scarlett could see the glimmer of sly cunning hidden within them. She smiled back at him.

"Alright."

Since she now had an additional portion of dividend shares, Scarlett, in an uncharacteristic moment of thoughtfulness, gave a Soul Calming Talisman to both Chase and the matriarch. Their soul bodies had been out of their physical forms for seven days, and after such a fright, they were susceptible to instability and mental discomfort.

She also reminded them to get some sun exposure in the coming days.

Afterward, Scarlett left, taking her little Liora Gold and Pretty Fox with her, followed by her team of large and small ghosts, heading grandly back to her room.

Returning to her room, Scarlett raised a barrier and tried submitting a service request through the Spiritual Affairs bureau for the release and return of the two sealed Living Souls.

Through its link to the Underworld, Spiritual Affairs should have records of all Living Souls, and Scarlett primarily wanted to use its database to trace the origins of the two souls and uncover any potential clues.

But soon, the response from Spiritual Affairs left Scarlett thoroughly surprised.

"What do you mean the current owners of the Living Souls are intact, and no cases of soul detachment were detected?"

It was the first time Scarlett had encountered such a situation.

If the soul owners were intact, then what exactly were the two souls she was holding?

Scarlett thought for a moment, gritted her teeth, and made another request. "I want to check the locations and detailed conditions of the two Living Souls’ owners."

A cold male voice, devoid of any emotion, responded from the other end,

"Apologies. You do not have the required clearance."

Scarlett: ...

After some deliberation, she called Caius Carew.

She figured Caius’s clearance level must be higher than hers.

Soon, Caius agreed and asked her to transfer the soul energy signatures recorded through Spiritual Affairs to him.

While waiting for him to investigate, Scarlett decided to take a breather herself.

She pulled out her tools, ready to proceed with collecting Adam’s eight million.

However, before she could start, little Liora Gold suddenly leaped onto her workbench, gesturing wildly in excitement.

Scarlett raised her brows. "What are you trying to say? Want me to take a rest? I’m not tired."

The little golden paperman shook its head quickly and pointed outside, then at itself.

Seeing Scarlett still confused, it dragged over the name tag she had previously made for it and pointed decisively at the character for "gold."

Scarlett froze for a moment. "Are you saying Samuel Chalmers?"

Liora Gold immediately nodded, then jumped in front of Scarlett, mimicking a typing motion with exaggerated intensity.

Scarlett hesitated briefly and then guessed, "Samuel is working?"

Liora Gold nodded earnestly before tilting its head to one side, placing its little hands under its cheek in a sleeping gesture, and then waving at Scarlett.

Scarlett: "Not sleeping?"

Liora Gold nodded again, then acted out eating, only to shake its head vigorously once more.

Scarlett: "Not eating?"

Liora Gold nodded furiously again.

Piecing its message together, Scarlett said, "You’re saying Samuel has been working nonstop for two days, without eating or sleeping?"

Liora Gold frantically nodded with its entire body.

Scarlett was momentarily stunned but wasn’t particularly surprised by how the paperman knew so much.

After all, it seemed that her two golden papermen had some sort of special resonance with one another, as well as their own unique method of communication.

What concerned her more was—why was Samuel working himself to exhaustion?

Could it be that he was desperately trying to make up for lost time after being unconscious for a whole day and night?

The thought left Scarlett quietly horrified.

Was he crazy?

Did being a CEO nowadays really involve this level of insanity?

Her own father didn’t seem this frazzled.

But if it really was because of his earlier unconsciousness... Scarlett couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

After some thought, Scarlett simply sent Samuel a message.

Scarlett: [Samuel, I’d like to invite you out for a meal.]