The Ultimate Reborn Heiress (Scarlett) novel Chapter 17

So now they were all a bit dazed, and when they saw that Scarlett had already started delivering, they hurriedly pulled out their phones and switched over to her livestream to see how she was doing it.

After confirming her orders, Scarlett headed to the restaurants to pick them up.

She didn’t follow the order timestamps. She picked up whatever would be ready the fastest- places like bakeries with food already prepped.

She’d taken a quick look at the app’s metrics too, and left the busiest, slowest shops for last.

That way, she could squeeze every last drop of efficiency out of her route.

Once she had all four orders in hand, she started delivering immediately.

She went from nearest to farthest, following a clean, looping path.

She’d even memorized shortcuts through narrow alleys where she could shave off distance.

Then viewers, guests, and crew alike noticed something eerie–Scarlett never checked her screen, never opened the backend, never pulled up the map again, yet she delivered all four orders on time within half an hour.

With a mask on, none of the customers recognized her.

The camera team stayed off to the side, only filming her and avoiding

ustomers entirely.

She didn’t touch her phone to check addresses or routes throughout the entire process.

[What?! I’m confused.]

[Seriously confused… How did she even do that? She just glanced at the map and orders once and remembered everything?]

[If I didn’t already know she’s a celeb and doesn’t live around here, I’d swear she’s been secretly working as a delivery rider on the side.]

[Heh. This has to be scripted.]

Over in the production control room, the five other guests, Michael, and all the staff just stared at the monitors, speechless.

After a long pause, the five guests finally stood up and started asking the crew about tools and locations, getting ready to work for real.

Nelson and Selina’s street stalls were both set up along the pedestrian shopping street.

They were selling trinkets and small gadgets–low profit, slow grind.

Adam and Brianna were placed in two different bakeries, earning commissions based on how many loaves and cakes they sold.

Once all six guests had started working in earnest, Michael finally felt relieved.

But Scarlett’s room had by far the most viewers. Compared to the others, watching her deliver food was simply more entertaining. She was too efficient, too smooth in everything she did.

Especially when contrasted with Zayden, who was already rubbing his temples just from reading the address on his very first order.

He finally picked up the food, then crawled along the streets, having to stop at the side of the road every time he checked the GPS.

By the time he arrived, the order was late.

The customer, already hungry and annoyed, snapped at him a couple of times.

By midday, the heat was brutal, so she planned to finish out the lunch rush, head back around one to cook and rest, then come out again for two hours during the evening peak.

The pill melted on the tongue with a light, herbal fragrance.

Within minutes, the suffocating heat seemed to lift.

All three cameramen were a little stunned.

Scarlett carried on for another hour and a half, knocking out twelve more deliveries.

By the end of the five–hour morning shift, she’d completed 33 orders.

Except for glancing at the addresses when she first accepted each order, she never once checked her phone while delivering.

All 33 runs went like that—it was impossible not to be impressed.

[Anyone still think this is scripted? Even a veteran rider who knows eve to hit that number.]

would struggle

[Honestly, even if it is scripted, I don’t care. She’s working so hard. You can see she genuinely wants to do the job well. I’m feeling weirdly soft toward her.]

[She’s so serious about it, even when she’s stuck with the hardest job.]

[Scarlett really is impressive. The other five went back to rest right at noon.]

[Heh. She’s working this hard just to whitewash herself…]

As some viewers started warming up to Scarlett, the anti–Scarlett comments swarmed in beneath, and the chat quickly turned into a noisy mess again.