Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 709

Finally, Damian's eyebrow lifted slightly. His gaze swept over Vincent, brimming with undisguised scorn and condescension. He spoke lazily, as if discussing the weather, "Oh, really? I wasn't aware."

Vincent's outstretched hand remained suspended between them. "Let me take her, Damian. I'll bring her home."

Damian's voice turned icy. "Let you take her?"

He deliberately let the silence stretch for a few beats. When Vincent offered nothing further, Damian continued, tone sharp, "You're dreaming."

Hearing the stubborn resolve in Damian's voice, Vincent abandoned any pretense of restraint. He reached forward, intent on pulling Scarlett away.

But Damian only tightened his hold, keeping her firmly against him.

Though injured, Damian could feel Vincent's physical advantage. Without another moment's hesitation, he raised his voice sharply, "Brett! Get out here—now!"

Almost instantly, Brett's reply echoed from nearby. "Right here."

Within seconds, Brett and his crew emerged from the shadows, positioning themselves in front of the dilapidated factory.

Vincent understood the move—a show of force. Unfazed, he called out coolly over his shoulder, "Abbott."

Abbott stepped forward with his own men, forming a tense standoff with Brett's group.

Still holding Scarlett close, Damian watched Vincent carefully. When it became clear Vincent wasn't pressing further—for now—Damian spoke with deliberate clarity, "Mr. Stewart, even if Scarlett isn't my wife yet, sooner or later our names will be side by side on the same marriage license."

Vincent's expression darkened at Damian's brazen declaration. Through gritted teeth, he shot back, "As long as I'm breathing, Damian, you won't ever be with her."

Damian let out a short, humorless laugh. "Won't ever be with her?"

The amusement vanished as quickly as it came. His face hardened, voice dropping low. "Vincent, what does your refusal to sign the divorce papers matter? Her heart belongs to me. What exactly do you think you can change?"

"That's not true," Vincent insisted, though the conviction in his tone wavered.

A faint, knowing smirk touched Damian's lips. He delivered the reminder quietly, almost gently. "You lost the moment you walked away from her to go see Sabrina."

The words struck a nerve. Vincent flinched almost imperceptibly, a flicker of shame crossing his features before he steeled himself again.

Then, in one fluid motion, he took a step back and drew a pistol from his waistband. It was a sleek, black handgun that rested familiarly in his grip. He cocked it smoothly and leveled the barrel directly at Damian's forehead.

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