The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 38 - This Is Not the Attitude You Should Have
Chapter 38: Chapter 38 This Is Not the Attitude You Should Have Towards a Mystical Sect Treasure
Chapter 38 -38 This Is Not the Attitude You Should Have Towards a Mystical Sect Treasure
Scarlett Jennings remembered that when she left the Garrison Family, Isolde Garrison had boasted that she liked Lydia Patterson.
And now, Lydia herself said that she liked him.
So, who was spreading these rumors about her?
Lydia listened to Scarlett’s words and was initially stunned, but the next second, it was as if he was looking at a little girlfriend having a tantrum. He just smiled slightly,
“This is something everyone knows, I don’t need anyone to tell me, I can tell.”
Lydia looked at her, smiling confidently,
“During that time, you were always by my side. Wherever I went, you followed, buying me breakfast, watching my competitions… Even though you never said it outright, I knew.”
Scarlett’s lips twitched sharply upon hearing this.
“I never said it for one reason, and that’s because I don’t like you. As for why I followed you, trust me, you wouldn’t want to know.”
Scarlett denied it bluntly, leaving Lydia momentarily stunned, but he still insisted his judgment was correct,
“Why do you deny your feelings for me? Is it because of Isolde? Or is it your current family situation that doesn’t allow you to be with me?”
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Scarlett was truly speechless at this point.
Some people are so narcissistic they can’t hear anyone else’s voice, and she witnessed that today.
Not wanting to argue with him anymore, Scarlett got into the car.
Lydia secretly gritted his teeth, pondering how to keep her when he saw the backseat window suddenly roll down.
Lydia’s expression changed as he turned towards the car, plastering a confident and gentle smile on his face.
But Scarlett’s gaze coldly swept over his face, and she simply asked,
“That excuse you just made up must have taken you two days, right?”
Did he think he was writing some outdated romance script just because she was forced to agree to be with Isolde?
A trace of hidden embarrassment flashed in Lydia’s eyes as he was about to explain, but Scarlett had already slowly raised the car window and instructed the driver to drive away.
Lydia watched the car as it drove off, feeling a mix of shame and anger in his eyes.
To him, that was not an excuse!
He had plainly given her a way out!
He thought he had kindly offered her an out, expecting that with her obsession with him, she would immediately accept it.
Considering her current status, even if she wanted him to break up with Isolde right away, he would agree.
Yet…
She actually didn’t appreciate it.
Indeed, her status with the Jennings Family made things different.
…
In the car, Scarlett Jennings closed the window, already putting Lydia Patterson out of her mind. She heard a familiar notification sound from her phone, opened it, and her eyes gleamed slightly.
“Uncle Hai, don’t go back to the Jennings Family yet, take me somewhere.”
The driver in the front seat responded, following the address Scarlett provided, heading directly toward a development area in the suburbs.
Although it was a development area, due to poor investment interest, the surroundings appeared somewhat deserted.
Uncle Hai looked at the environment around them, feeling a bit uneasy,
“Miss, what are you doing in a place like this? Why don’t I accompany you inside?”
As a driver specially arranged by Donovan Jennings, Uncle Hai also had the responsibility of ensuring the young lady’s safety.
“No need, just wait outside for me.” Scarlett paused and said, “I shouldn’t be out quickly, you can find a place to rest or just head back.”
Uncle Hai replied earnestly, “I’ll be waiting outside for you.”
Seeing his determination, Scarlett didn’t force him and simply entered the development area.
Passing by two desolate buildings, Scarlett headed straight to an inconspicuous small red-brick building in the center of the area.
Entering the building and walking down, she passed through a long corridor, and upon opening another door, she found a completely different scene.
Inside the basement, a spacious area revealed a luxuriously decorated underground auction house. The venue wasn’t large, with less than three hundred people inside.
A waiter approached and respectfully inquired, “Miss, please show me your invitation.”
Scarlett was about to speak when a pleasant male voice came from another entrance, “She’s my guest.”
Seeing the man, the waiter became even more respectful, “Guild Master.”
The man referred to as Guild Master had an androgynous beauty, conveying a sense of ambiguity with his exquisite fox-like eyes that seemed perpetually flirtatious.
He wore an elaborate deep purple Tang suit, his slightly long hair casually tied at the back, exuding an aura of Eastern mystery. When he glanced at Scarlett, he merely beckoned to her subtly with his hand.
The gesture was intimate.
Scarlett was long accustomed to his personality, so she followed him to a room at the back of the auction house.
The room was decorated in a very antique style, matching the aura he carried.
A screen divided the room in half, with one side serving as a reception area and the other appearing to be a display area for auction items. Unlike regular auctions selling antiques and artworks, Ivan’s place traded in an assortment of bizarre items. Anything you wanted, if he had it, you could trade it.
If you wanted something he didn’t have, he’d figure out a way to trade for it.
“Where’s the item you mentioned?”
As soon as she entered the room, Scarlett couldn’t wait to ask.
Ivan, noting her impatience, merely raised an eyebrow and began rummaging through the item area, muttering to himself as he did.
“This… not it.”
“This, also not it.”
“Ah, so that piece of human bone is here…”
“This box… oh, got it.”
Ivan emerged with a long box, looking at her with his fox-like eyes full of mischief, “I’m not sure if this is what you’re after, have a look.”
As he spoke, he opened the box.
Inside lay a seemingly ordinary, withered branch.
The branch was pitch-black all over and was also known as Thunderstruck Peach Wood in the Mystical Circle, regarded as an artifact to ward off evil.
Thorough Thunderstruck Peach Wood was rare, let alone what Scarlett sought—a thousand-year-old Thunderstruck Wood.
Such a magic artifact, imbued with millennia-old thunder, would be considered a treasured family heirloom by any Mystical Sect family, so it was quite remarkable that Ivan managed to locate it.
From the faint thunderous aura emanating from the peach wood, it was apparent this item was extraordinary.
Unfortunately.
“This isn’t the branch I’m looking for.”
Ivan’s previously confident expression slightly cracked, as he glared at her,
“Do you know how hard it is to find thousand-year-old Thunderstruck Wood? Having it at all is already something.”
He pushed the item back toward her, “Why don’t you take a closer look, after all, branches look similar.”
Scarlett pushed the item back without even glancing, her expression serious,
“I’m sure, my branch is different. And I mentioned from the start, I’m not looking for this item to find a magic artifact.”
Rather, I’m seeking the person who owns this artifact.
Her mentor.
She had promised to stay with her until she was eighteen, but suddenly vanished without a trace.
No matter how much Scarlett divined or calculated, she could never capture a hint of her presence.
It was as if she had never existed in this world.
Now, apart from starting with the artifacts she used to carry to find clues, Scarlett had no other way to find her mentor.
Ivan, seeing her determined attitude, clicked his tongue. What he had just considered a treasured piece of Thunderstruck Wood, he casually tossed back, “Tsk, all for naught.”
Hearing the thud of the box hitting the table, Scarlett felt a pang of distress.
Even though it wasn’t the branch she was searching for, it was genuinely a thousand-year-old Thunderstruck Wood!
That’s not how you should treat treasures of the Mystical Sect!
Apologize to it immediately.
