She Accepted Divorce He Panicked (Scarlett and Sebastian) novel Chapter 246

“Why do I have to do it myself?!” Scar huffs, glaring at Silco.

Sitting on the sofa casually with his legs crossed, Silco glances at Scar from above the papers he’s reading, amused. A moment ago the girl was crying in his arms, and now she’s like a kitten with her tail stomped on.

“I can send Arthur over!” Scar pouts.

“If you can command him,” Silco answers almost gently, but the laughter in his voice is not hidden at all.

Scar rolls her eyes.

“I’ll just--I--” Scar blurts, fidgeting around, “You already gave up on Sebastian’s company, so why are you making the one last step so hard for me?!”

“Sorry, I didn’t think delivering a card to a fancy office building with a driver at your service all the time would be a horrifying chore,” Silco answers, still with that annoying smile.

“You KNOW that’s not what I’m talking about!” Scar snaps angrily. If she had been grateful to this man with her full heart a moment ago, she is now annoyed 120%, “You can send anyone but me!”

“I’m spending two billion dollars, so I want my money safely delivered,” Silco laughs, enjoying teasing the kitten.

“I lose stuff!” Scar grabs on the smithereens of hope, jumping to his side, and begs with puppy dog eyes, “The card might not make it to him if I do it, pleaseee---”

“It’s okay, I’ll keep a backup one on Authur,” Silco pets her head as if they are talking about just a twenty dollar bill, “I trust you can find your way in a building on a second try.”

“Ughhhhh!” Scar buries her head into the cushion, blowing out her frustration, “You are torturing me! You are mean! You are the worst! I’ll die...”

Silco shoots over a serious look, but darts his eyes away when Scar peeks up sneakily.

“Well, if you die now, his company will die with you,” Silco shrugs, picking up his newspaper, “Consider your death well paid, princess.”

“Fine!” Scar sits up, realizing her trick failed, she starts bargaining, “Give me a good reason why I have to do it.”

“You are giving him two billion dollars, and you don’t even want a thank you from him?” Silco answers with a question.

“Nope, I’m THAT generous,” Scar fakes a smile.

Silco laughs at her capricious tantrum, teasing: “Well, I’m not. I want my money spent with the beneficiary acknowledging it.”

“I’ll acknowledge it!” Scar pleas, “You are doing this for me, no?”