Chapter 120 Encounter


    Scarlett''s POV:


    As soon as Charles let go of me, my heart sank and I ran away.


    Not long after, I got a call from him.


    "If I didn''t let you go, you wouldn''t be able to run away from me," he said in a voice that wandered


    between smug and sad. I froze but kept my gaze ahead.


    "You''re wearing high-heeled shoes. Be careful. I don''t want you to hurt yourself, okay?" he sighed


    helplessly and reminded me with concern.


    I knew that he was still looking at me because he had not hung up yet. I resisted the urge to look


    back and left without a second thought.


    I had been busy with the training program every day sincending abroad. Charles sent me


    messages from time to time about his family''s affairs.


    Time passed by quickly, and the first wave of training sessions ended soon.


    I had a few days off, but I did not want to go home.


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    "Scarlett, are you really not spending your time off back home?" Nina asked me again while


    preparing for her trip back home.


    "No, and please don''t tell Charles that I have some free time. If he asks, tell him I''m still stuck with


    work here," I answered firmly.


    "Fine." Nina sighed and shed me a worried look. "Are you really going to be okay here alone? I''m


    worried about you, and to tell you the truth, I think you''re just dying the inevitable."


    I did not know how to respond to that.


    Just then, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Charles.


    "When will youe home?" Looking at the words on the screen, I could picture Charles''s


    expression in my mind.


    I took onest nce at the message and decided to ignore it.


    "Charles will call you sooner orter," Nina muttered.


    As soon as she finished her words, my phone rang. I was so startled that I almost jumped out of my


    skin.


    Just like Nina said, it was Charles, but instead of answering the phone, I hit the mute button.


    I looked up at Nina and said, "Are you a psychic or something?"


    Nina chuckled, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and replied, "You know he''s just going to keep


    calling until you answer. Just talk to him already."


    I pouted and did not say anything.


    The next moment, I heard someone honking from outside. I walked over to the window and looked.


    Nina''s cab had arrived.


    I picked up her luggage and rushed out. "Your ride''s here. Hurry up." "Come home with me,


    Scarlett. I really don''t want to leave you here by yourself," Nina tried to convince me onest time.


    "I''ll be fine. You don''t have to worry about me. Have a safe trip," I refused again.


    "Very well. Take care of yourself, okay? Call me if anything happens." Seeing that there was no


    changing my mind, Nina finally conceded.


    After seeing Nina out, I received a series of messages from Charles.


    I checked all of them, but I did not reply to any one of them. Instead, I put my phone in flight mode.


    The next day, I woke up in a daze and saw a message from Nina.


    "You have gotten me into trouble."


    "Why? What happened?"


    "Your husband was waiting for you at the airport. He stopped me. His depressed face seriously


    scared the hell out of me. I made a narrow escape in the end. When I got home, my father asked


    me what happened. I told him that Mr. Moore ambushed me at the airport and tried to kill me. Guess


    what my father said. He said, ''Well, I couldn''t have helped, dear. You should''ve been more careful.''


    What father says that to his daughter?"


    I sent her aughing face emoji. "He is indeed your father. Just like you, he likes to make fun of


    other people."


    "Speaking of my father, he asked if you wanted to withdraw thewsuit. There seems to be no


    progress. Your husband must have used his connections to slow the process down." "No, I don''t


    want to withdraw thewsuit. Let me rethink my strategy."


    What a bastard Charles was! He was not above using his influence to stick obstacles in my way. To


    be honest, I wanted to go home and see Christine and the others. I just did not want to face


    Charles.


    After lunch, I went out to buy gifts for my family. To my surprise, I bumped into Abner at the mall.


    "Abner? What are you doing here?" I looked at him with wide eyes.


    "I''m on a business trip. Fancy seeing you here, Scarlett." Abner also looked shocked to see me, but


    there was genuine delight in his eyes.


    "Are you going shopping?" he asked, pointing at the stores all around us.


    "Yes. I want to buy some gifts for my family," I replied with a smile.


    "Then let me take the gifts home for you and send them to your family. I''ming home soon


    anyway." I did not expect that Abner would offer to help me. I was grateful, but I still felt a little


    ufortable taking advantage of his kindness. "I appreciate the offer, Abner, but no, thank you. I''ll


    just send the gifts home by post. Besides, I don''t want to hassle you by making you carry too many


    things on your flight home," I said and smoothed my hair awkwardly.


    "All right. You don''t have to be so polite and formal to me. How about I go shopping with you? At


    least let me help you carry the shopping bags."


    After saying that, Abner turned around and walked toward one of the shops.


    I did not really feelpletely at ease with the idea of spending an entire day with Abner getting


    gifts for my family. But feeling too embarrassed to refuse him again, I had no choice but to follow


    him.


    I had already decided the kind of gifts I wanted to buy, so we quickly finished shopping.


    Abner insisted on driving me home because of all the shopping bags I had to carry. I truly did not


    want him to go out of his way for me, but he was just so difficult to turn down.


    When we arrived at the ce where I was staying, Abner helped me with the bags, said goodbye,


    and then left.


    Once I was alone in the house, a gust of cold wind blew in through the window. I shivered.


    "That''s strange. I closed all the windows when I left for the mall. Why is it open now?" I murmured,


    looking at the open window.


    When I went to close it, someone rushed toward me and stuck a knife against my throat.


    I froze.


    "Don''t move." The person holding the knife to my neck was a man with a deep, husky voice. He


    inched the de closer.


    Soon, I felt the cold edge scratching my skin. One tiny move on my part would end with one of my


    veins cleanly sliced.


    I started trembling violently.