She Accepted Divorce, He Panicked

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.C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

"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.

Oliver Scott laughs, nudging Damian Vanderbilt with his shoulder in a taunting tone: "You are on the edge

of being TOO possessive. Do you think I would help if she's not YOU

"Enough about this," Concluding, Damian Vanderbilt stands up, buttoning his suits in a cold voice, "I actually do have something you can help with."

"Shoot," Oliver Scott remains sitting, smirking. The laugh in his voice is obvious, "But I don't want to miss YOUR little pet's brilliant fight."

Damian Vanderbilt turns around, apparently giving him a glare.

"What?!" Oliver Scott is not intimidated, "You can chase me out, but can you call off this whole crowd? I might as well enjoy a show that you don't see every day."

Both of them are jerks. I frown. I have heard enough. Lilith doesn't deserve to be treated as a "pet", and even if she's willing, he is not being a proper sugar daddy! Isn't giving her money his full job?!

I push Lucas and he nods, making way for me. But then, Damian Vanderbilt's words stop me-

"I found my mom's necklace,"

I freeze, shooting my head up at Lucas. At the same time, Oliver Scott jumps up too, his huge move makes Lucas and me freeze, pressing our ears as high as we can.

"You are kidding!" Oliver Scott exclaims, but his tone is serious this time, "Are you sure?"

"100%. That necklace is one of a kind,"

Could it be? On the night I found my Mom's necklace, he mentioned one that's rare and meaningful to him but not the same one? They have to be the same one...right? "Where did you find it?" Oliver Scott asks.

"That's where you come in," Damian Vanderbilt leads their way down, and I have to squat and follow their steps, "Ava Fuller was wearing it tonight. And I need to know everything about her before Dad finds out about this."

"Uh ohhhh," Oliver Scott laughs behind Damian Vanderbilt, "Dirty little fights between heirs of the rich? Am I in danger just by hearing about this?"

"Moron," Damian Vanderbilt grunts, "I'm serious. I don't want Dad to hear about any of this, do you understand?!"

Oliver Scott answers yes, but that is the most I can hear before they disappear into the crowd.

I hide under the little dark corner under the stairs, lost,