The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 60 - Get Out Now Immediately Right Away

Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Get Out Now, Immediately, Right Away

Chapter 60 -60: Get Out Now, Immediately, Right Away

The next day.

Azura Loomis was discharged from the hospital, and Odessa specifically brought Ismeria Jennings and Adam Jennings to pick her up and take her home.

Lucas Jennings didn’t go.

Not only did he not go to pick her up, he didn’t even intend to reply to her messages.

To avoid waiting at home for Azura to return, Lucas directly clung to Scarlett Jennings.

The sourc𝗲 of this content is frёeωebɳovel.com.

“Can’t you take me with you when you go out? I’ll stick with you and won’t cause any trouble!”

“No.” Scarlett refused without mercy.

Hearing this, Lucas almost stuck his neck out in defiance,

“Why not? I even called you ‘sis’!”

“You could also not call me that.”

Lucas felt aggrieved but didn’t give up,

“At the very least, I’m considered a top customer. Shouldn’t you take a top customer out for a spin?”

He had spent nearly 700,000.

Compared to her making 30,000 at a time, it would take ages to earn 700,000.

Lucas felt that, in comparison, he should more than qualify as a top customer.

Scarlett just glanced at him and, without saying a word, took out her phone to show him Gideon Silva’s transfer record.

[Gideon Silva transferred 3,000,000 yuan to you];

She flipped to another one and showed him Luca Jennings’ transfer record.

[Luca Jennings transferred 10,000,000 yuan to you].

Silence spoke louder than words.

Lucas: …

What was all this nonsense?

Was Scarlett Jennings’ line of work this profitable?

“No, wait, how can my uncle’s transfer count? A dad giving his daughter money is just pocket change!”

Scarlett flipped back to a previous record of ten million and explained,

“The earlier one was pocket change, the latter ten million is a payment.”

Lucas: …

He felt a little envious.

He had originally thought this cousin was dirt poor, without even five million in pocket money.

It turned out he was the real clown!

Even his dad hadn’t transferred him ten million all at once!!

In the end, Lucas declared that to soothe his wounded soul, Scarlett simply had to take him out today.

Scarlett hadn’t anticipated how annoying a younger brother could be.

If she had known earlier… Forget it.

Scarlett still took Lucas out with her.

The driver drove directly to the apartment building where Delilah Woods lived.

As soon as Lucas got out of the car and saw the old apartment building, his expression changed,

“What did you bring me to this demolition site for?”

He thought this was an old neighborhood scheduled for demolition.

After all, the environment here was even worse than the neighborhood Scarlett had previously rented.

Lucas had never been to such a rundown place in his life.

As they entered the apartment building, he was even more shocked.

“This building doesn’t even have an elevator?! There are still buildings in Sea City without elevators??”

Scarlett couldn’t help but glance at him, commanded expressionlessly, “You, now, immediately, go back.”

Lucas instantly covered his mouth, “Fine, I won’t say anything else, okay?”

When they finally climbed to the top floor and saw Delilah Woods’ one-bedroom apartment, Lucas once again had his understanding of poverty refreshed. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Scarlett’s cold gaze sweep over him and instantly fell silent.

There wasn’t even a guest chair in the living room of the Woods family; the only bed was available for sitting.

But Lucas’s upbringing wouldn’t allow him to sit on the host’s bed without permission, so he pulled up a small plastic stool nearby and sat obediently.

He was tall, and his long legs looked quite cramped on the stool.

Scarlett noticed that although he had been surprised upon entering the house, the disdain hadn’t returned, and she couldn’t help but look at him a couple more times.

This kid seemed redeemable.

Mrs. Woods, however, immediately recognized Lucas’s distinguished background, as evidenced by his expensive-looking attire.

She stood awkwardly, both anxious and worried,

“Little Master, did you come specifically today because there’s something up with Delilah?”

“Her health is fine, I just have something for her.”

As Scarlett spoke, she asked Lucas to stay outside while she entered the room to talk to Delilah Woods.

Delilah had been in her state for more than a year; even though she was better, her body was still slowly recovering. At this moment, she was lying in bed, watching Scarlett take out a familiar small paper lantern from her backpack.

Seeing the paper lantern rise in Scarlett’s palm, Delilah felt nervous, wondering if it was bad news concerning her child. But then, a familiar voice suddenly echoed from within the paper lantern,

“Delilah Woods, I-I’m sorry, I… I know I was wrong…”

Delilah instinctively shuddered, her hands gripping the bedsheet tightly.

At first, Mrs. Woods didn’t recognize the voice, but hearing more, her eyes instantly reddened, voice full of wrath,

“This… this is the one who made Delilah like this, isn’t it?! Does she think such a half-hearted apology will make us forgive her for ruining Delilah’s life?!”

Delilah’s lips were colorless, yet she tightened them even more, evidently unwilling to accept the apology either.

Moreover, considering Isolde Garrison’s personality, she doubted the apology was sincere.

Seeing this, Scarlett recounted Isolde’s earlier circumstances and her fear that Delilah’s ghost spirit sought revenge.

She explained concurrently,

“I had her record these words, firstly because you deserve an apology, and secondly, with this recording, you can fully clear your name from the abuse you faced online a year ago, letting everyone know the truth.”

Mentioning online matters, Delilah paled, clearly recalling the avalanche of insults and doubts she endured a year ago.

After all the effort it took to escape those attacks…

If she were to release Isolde Garrison’s recording online, she might gain vindication and forgiveness, but it would undoubtedly dredge up the past, and there would still be those who would question and insult her…

Mrs. Woods clearly thought of the past too, and was more worried about a repeat incident that might push Delilah over the edge, vulnerably opening her spirit to more harm.

The mother and daughter’s expressions were both filled with resistance.

Scarlett wasn’t surprised.

It was, after all, hard-earned tranquility they had now.

This was why Scarlett offered them the choice.

“You can choose to live quietly from now on, or choose to use this to defend your name. I give you the recording only as a second option.”

Without the recording, Delilah could only carry the burden of those accusations and slanders, hoping to rebuild once the internet forgot.

That was her sole path.

But the recording provided a second path; she could decide not to take it, yet having the option was her right.

Scarlett wouldn’t presumptuously assume the authority to make that choice for her.

She wasn’t the one involved, not qualified to choose for her.

Leaving the paper lantern in Delilah’s palm, Scarlett made no further efforts to persuade.

Delilah continued to gaze at the paper lantern in her hand, lips still pursed, her mind clearly in turmoil.

Outside, Lucas couldn’t hear what was happening inside, growing a bit bored as he glanced around the cramped ten sq. meter space, a tiny area crammed with all sorts of items.

Just as he was quietly clicking his tongue in surprise, a knock sounded at the door outside.

Lucas instinctively glanced towards the bedroom, seeing it silent and seemingly oblivious to the noise.

Lucas was about to alert them when the knocking sounded again, this time more urgent.

So, he simply walked to the door and opened it himself.

“Coming, coming, don’t knock anymore!”

But as the door swung open, there stood a boy of about eighteen or nineteen. The boy’s eyes were surrounded by dark circles, exuding a gloomy aura.

When he saw Lucas, his eyes turned red as if seeking revenge.

Clenching his teeth, he spat out words one by one,

“Who, are, you?”

Lucas’s princely temper flared as he tilted his chin up, retorting, “Who are you?”

The boy stared dangerously at him, his voice hoarse and cold, spilling out two words,

“Micah Quigley.”