She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 149

149 Dirty Little Fights

Scarlett’s POV

Lilith needs money.

She never shows that part of her life to us. She is the kind of person who would take a student loan and three part–time jobs and never mention it to us. But she paid up that loan already and she just got a decent job. What could make her come for money like this?

“What’s the plan?” Lucas asks, his eyes on the fight, “I understand your worry, but your friend has the upper hand.”

“She just took a punch!” I hiss at him.

“Well, it’s still a fight,” Lucas rolls his eyes, his tone admiring: “She’s tough though. She would rather take a harder blow with her body rather than one on her face. To hide her secret, I assume?”

I lower my eyes, can’t look at the fight anymore.

I don’t know what to do. I have always respected her decision on this matter, but if she is taking such a risk for money, is it still okay to not intervene? But even if I wanted to help, I don’t know if I could, or if she would even take it. Telling her that I know about this might end up only hurting her.

“Let’s find those two first,” I turn around, mainly just to escape from the ring, “I want to know what they are here for.”

And I want to know what Oliver Scott meant by Lilith being Damian Vanderbilt’s “pet“.

Locating them didn’t take too much time, making our way to them through the crowd did. They sat on the highest seat, close the range. Their fancy, spotless suits made them stand out from the crazy crowd around them. Lucas and I sneak below their seat, even so, it’s hard to make out what they are saying.

“Did you know about this?” Oliver Scott’s voice sounds taunting, “You pay your woman so poorly that they have to do side jobs like this?”

Damian Vanderbilt replies something, but it’s drowning in a wave of cheering from the crowd.

“You are not going to help?” Oliver Scott exclaims in surprise, “I thought this one was special.” This one. How many others are there?

Damian Vanderbilt does not reply. I look up, but it’s hard to see anything from under the seats. I exchange an angry look with Lucas, but he shakes his head and hints me to listen on.

“I can give her some money on your behalf,” Oliver Scott suggests in a joking tone, “She gets money AND you can see if I become special to her, too.”

“Hands off,” This time I hear Damian Vanderbilt’s answer, his voice cold and impatient, “She is MINE.” His voice is calm, but that doesn’t reduce the

scary power of warning.