The Stand-In Who Burned the Script novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Scarlett swung her heavy handbag, smashing it furiously into the man’s head again and

again.

Jonah went rigid, slowly turning his head. Without a second thought, Vivian grabbed Scarlett’s hand and bolted. “Run!”

The club entrance was crowded with cars and people. The two women sprinted in high heels, their skirts billowing wildly in the wind.

The crowd instinctively parted for them, watching with curiosity and awe.

They wondered which domineering billionaire’s trophy wife was causing such a scene.

But in that moment-

Vivian and Scarlett were both plastered against an alley wall, completely out of breath and looking nothing like elegant socialites.

“I can’t believe this… who the hell was that guy? Why are you so terrified of him?” Scarlett panted, looking deeply frustrated with her. “You aren’t scared of me, you aren’t scared of Silas, but you’re scared of him?”

Vivian waved a hand dismissively. “It’s not fear.”

In terms of social status, Scarlett and Jonah were probably on a similar level.

But that man was far too unpredictable; there was no telling what he might do.

Scarlett tilted her head, her long hair tumbling over one shoulder. “Then what is it?”

Feeling parched, Vivian simply squatted down on the ground.

“I can’t beat him in a fight.”

Scarlett stared.

Her breathing hitched, and she looked down at Vivian as if she’d seen a ghost. “You laid out a whole gang of men the other day, and today it’s just one guy, and you’re telling me you can’t beat him?”

Vivian didn’t explain further, stating firmly, “Scarlett, don’t tell anyone about this.”

This?

Which part?

It took a second for Scarlett to realize she was talking about the fight.

“Why can’t I tell anyone?”

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“No reason.”

Vivian’s expression was unreadable as she stood up, her stunning features illuminated by the streetlamp. “If Silas or anyone else finds out, I’m holding you responsible.”

Scarlett: “??”

Was this woman actually threatening her?

Just as Scarlett was about to blow up, a car approached from a distance, its high beams blinding them.

Zoe stepped out from the driver’s side.

“Boss.”

Vivian murmured an acknowledgment and turned, offering Scarlett a hand. “Come on, let’s get you home.”

Scarlett didn’t even know if she should be mad. When did she call her driver?

Ignoring the outstretched hand, Scarlett climbed into the car on her own.

Once Zoe started the engine, Scarlett’s annoyed voice finally broke the silence.

“Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re pretty!”

Vivian remained silent.

The ride was completely quiet.

Following the previous address, Zoe pulled up and announced, “Boss, we’re here.”

Scarlett secretly studied the woman next to her. Vivian had her eyes closed, and it was unclear if she was asleep, but the slight frown on her face and the stray strand of hair falling over her brow gave her an inexplicably heartbreaking aura.

She looked away and said stiffly, “I’ll get on that thing I promised as soon as I can. Wait for my word.”

With that, she got out.

The door slammed shut with a heavy thud.

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