"Because I know you, Scarlett. Better than anyone else does."
"I know exactly what your capabilities are, what your background is, and what you can and cannot do. Isn't that right?"
"But you've changed. You used to be grounded. You never cared about empty, fake titles before. Now, you've become vain and obsessed with status... Is Julian rubbing off on you?"
His tone was perfectly calm.
But Scarlett could feel the suffocating weight of his condescension, his mockery, his need to suppress her... and his thinly veiled attempt to take a cheap shot at Julian.
She let out a sharp laugh. She was genuinely amused by the audacity of it all.
"Julian hasn't influenced me at all. You, on the other hand, are still just as obsessed with gaslighting and belittling me as you ever were."
"But it's too late for that. We're divorced. You don't have the right to dictate or interfere with my life anymore."
"And as for my capabilities and my background? You don't need to know them, because you no longer have the right to."
Having said her piece, she didn't waste another second on him. She calmly brushed past him and walked gracefully toward the stage.
Yardley stood frozen, staring at her back for a long time, unable to snap out of his daze.
He could feel it—an undeniable, overwhelming sense that she had evolved into someone entirely different.
It was the same woman. She was still just as slender.
But it was as if a new, terrifying power had taken root inside her. She overflowed with an aggressive vitality. Her posture was haughty, radiating an imposing aura he had never witnessed before.
This was a Scarlett he had never known.
A wave of shock and panic washed over him, leaving him with a sickening feeling of weightlessness.
But at the same time, his arrogant instincts kicked in, convincing him that she couldn't possibly pose a real threat.
At best, she was probably on the ballot because she had won that international design award.

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