The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 65 - I Won You Shut Up

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Chapter 65: Chapter 65 I Won, You Shut Up

Chapter 65 -65 I Won, You Shut Up

Lucas Jennings found her gaze lingering peculiarly on the mark, and Samuel Chalmers’ piercing eyes locked onto her fiercely.

“What kind of mark is this?”

“Well…” Scarlett Jennings steadied her nerves and regained her composure. She met Samuel Chalmers’ eyes, explaining without any hesitation,

“This is a protective mark, meant to ensure safety.”

Scarlett spoke without so much as a blush and had no intention of revealing her arranged fiancé to him.

Samuel merely looked at her, his dark eyes glimmering, as if fragmenting light, flickering on and off.

“Oh.”

He responded with a low hum, the end of his tone slightly uplifted, deep and melodious like a cello, yet there seemed to be a deeper meaning.

Afraid he might inquire further, Scarlett switched the topic, asking how Samuel got to know the other party.

Samuel simply said,

“When I knew her, she claimed to be a visiting lecturer at the Sea City Taoist Academy.”

Scarlett’s eyes flickered slightly, about to ask something, but he spoke first,

“As for why we became acquainted, it involves my personal matters which I cannot disclose.”

Scarlett pursed her lips, feeling as though her question had been tactically blocked.

But at least it wasn’t entirely fruitless.

Sea City Taoist Academy…

She muttered the name in her heart.

Yet she felt oddly puzzled.

Her master had never mentioned being a lecturer at the Taoist Academy…

Nevertheless, it was still a lead.

Counting it up, today had not been without gain.

She found the Thunderstruck Wood left behind by her master, learned of her master’s clue, and… gained a fiancé.

Scarlett couldn’t help but glance again at Samuel Chalmers.

The man before her was still surrounded by a golden light, his handsome features seemed to be veiled with a holy aura under the radiance—exactly what those online referred to as divine looks.

However, beneath that holy light, his brows and eyes exuded a chilling indifference, giving off an untouchable feeling.

But since her master entrusted the significant Thunderstruck Wood to Samuel Chalmers and marked him with the Peach Wood Mark, it indicated that Samuel Chalmers was undoubtedly exceptional.

She even had a premonition that staying by this person, she would eventually encounter her master.

As for her fiancé issue, Scarlett decided to keep it under wraps for now.

Everything would be settled once she found her master.

Scarlett thanked Samuel Chalmers and, carrying her bundle and the Thunderstruck Peach Wood, left the Chalmers family villa.

Samuel stood on the second floor watching her leave, his dark eyes reflecting a faint chill.

He lifted his hand, looking at the mark in his palm, recalling Scarlett’s earlier explanation. His face remained expressionless, with only a slight smirk of irony at the corner of his lips.

“Protective mark?”

Ha, clearly a lie.

Scarlett was unaware that Boss Chalmers had already seen through her lie. Holding the bundle in one hand and the Thunderstruck Wood in the other, she quickly ran back to the Jennings family villa.

Inside the Jennings villa, everyone had been startled by the explosion earlier. Her room was empty, causing concern until they saw Scarlett rushing back in, still in slippers meant for indoors.

“Scarlett, where did you go? We heard a loud noise from your room just now, and everyone was worried sick. Why did you run out?”

The second madam Odessa approached, her tone filled with urgency and concern, her gaze scanning Scarlett closely before landing on the items in her hand with an inexplicable expression,

“You even picked up a tree branch?”

Scarlett didn’t get upset at the mention of a tree branch; to outsiders, this thing indeed looked like just any ordinary piece of wood.

She casually explained,

“I was just conducting an air cannon experiment in my room, and it accidentally failed.”

Third Madam Flora Xalvadora happened to be home today. Hearing this, she couldn’t help but approach with concern,

“Why are you doing experiments in the room? That’s too dangerous. Were you hurt?”

Scarlett shook her head, paused, and added,

“I’ll be more careful next time.”

Flora smiled at her but then heard Adam Jennings disapprovingly speak up,

“You’re conducting experiments at home? Do you not realize how dangerous that is? What if you blow things up? This house isn’t occupied by just you.”

Since the last incident, Adam had toned it down a bit but took this rare opportunity to catch Scarlett’s mistake, especially since Donovan Jennings and Luca Jennings were not home. Naturally, he didn’t hold back.

Hearing this, Scarlett turned her head, but before she could speak, Lucas Jennings jumped in,

“Nothing happened, right? It’s a small matter. My sister knows what she’s doing. How could she blow you up?”

Lucas’s overt defense was too obvious, making Adam Jennings’ expression turn even sourer.

Since that incident, the rascal has seemed like a different person, persistently following Scarlett around.

He didn’t even go to pick Azura up from the hospital, and when Azura tried talking to him yesterday, he barely responded. It made one wonder if he’d fallen under someone’s spell.

Recalling Azura’s hurt expression at the time, Adam’s face darkened further,

“You say nothing happened, so nothing happened? Can you guarantee that?”

He turned and directly confronted Scarlett,

“Now that you’re back in the Jennings family, you can’t just act on impulse without considering others.”

His words almost outright accused her of being selfish and lacking etiquette.

Lucas was about to step forward and argue again, but Scarlett raised her hand, a charred twig directly blocking him.

She looked at Adam on her own,

“You’re right. This house is home to many people, and I can’t just make someone stop being noisy because it annoys me.”

Her tone was calm, without a hint of retort, yet it made Adam’s face darken,

“Who are you calling noisy?!”

Lucas, unafraid of stirring the pot, cheerfully chimed in support, “Hey, whoever responds is who we’re talking about.”

Adam’s face turned even nastier as he took a step forward, looking like he was ready to make a move.

Odessa quickly intervened, “Alright, we’re all family here. Why so confrontational? Adam, you too, stop it.”

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Flora also pulled her son back, “You stop riling things up as well.”

Given the presence of two elders, Adam couldn’t really do much. He huffed and was about to leave when Scarlett called out to him,

“If I can prove that I didn’t affect anyone in this villa, will you dare make a wager with me?”

Adam paused, his expression full of disdain as he turned to look at Scarlett,

“How will you prove it?”

Scarlett responded, “If you dare accept, I have a way to prove it.”

Adam burst into laughter, a cold laugh, “Alright, what’s your wager?”

Scarlett’s clear gaze lightly swept over Adam as she smiled faintly,

“If I win, I don’t want to hear your voice for the next week.”

“Pfft.” Lucas couldn’t hold back his laughter, while Adam’s face immediately darkened.

He thought Scarlett was once again covertly calling him noisy, telling him to shut up!

“Fine, I’ll bet with you! But it’ll be up to me to decide if it affects us! If you lose, you’re barred from doing anything I disapprove of while at home.”

Adam assumed that with himself as the judge, Scarlett would naturally be wary, considering any disturbance meant she wouldn’t have a leg to stand on.

Although the villa had soundproofing, it wasn’t absolute. As long as there was noise, he’d catch her out.

Scarlett didn’t even bother to raise an eyelid, “Alright.”

Adam asked again, “So how do you plan to prove it?”

This time, Scarlett finally glanced at him, her voice light and clear, simply saying, “You’ll find out tonight.”

With that, she didn’t linger, going upstairs with her bundle and Peach Wood.

Watching her retreating figure, Adam couldn’t help feeling uneasy when he thought about her saying [tonight].

Tonight, what could happen?