She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

168 Interested In Killing

Scarlett’s POV

My only way out is blocked by Oliver Scott.

What do I do? Why does he seem to have a problem with me? I barely even know him. For Ava? If so, then does that mean he would look out for his real sister? But he wanted her dead! Besides, I can’t even prove I AM his sister even if I want to!

“Hey, it’s okay,” Oliver Scott suddenly says, “He is here for a girl who played him, and that’s why he came to my table. If you don’t like it, I’ll ask him to leave.”

“Tsk,” Damian Vanderbilt clicks his tongue, shooting a glare at his fric, “Seriously?” This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

I blink the tears that are almost pouring out back in. Really? He would be on my side?

“I want to leave,” I say quietly to Oliver Scott, staring into his eyes, my heart pumping fast in my chest. Oliver looks at me for several long seconds without too much of an expression, but then he stands up and makes way.

“I didn’t know bullies scares so easily,” Damian Vanderbilt taunts. I turn around in worry, but he is not coming after me, “I mean, what you have been doing to Ava Fuller-”

is none of your business.”

Before I can even turn around, Sebastian’s hand lands on my arm, and his hot body presses into me. Feeling safe unreasonably, I let out a sigh and relaxed a little, and I hear his low, dominant voice by my ear: “Leave you alone for one second, and you are scared into a little kitten?”

He left me first!

But I know better than to fight with my ally in front of my enemy, but he left me first! I move sneakily and land my heel on his feet, adding force as I glare at him in silence. Sebastian purses his lips, kneading my shoulder lightly to ask for a truce.

Hmph!

“I thought you two were getting a divorce,” Damian Vanderbilt suddenly says, but his eyes are not on us, but on his friend, “is that just a rumor?”

“Yes,” Sebastian answers firmly. He, too, stares at Oliver Scott.

Huh? Why is that about Oliver Scott in any way?

“Miss Ava was pretty determined to give her heart to you,” Oliver Scott laughs, settling into the sofa on Vanderbilt’s side, leaving the other side for me and Sebastian, “Would you like me to deliver her the sad

news?”

Sebastian takes the seat first, separating me from Oliver Scott: “Why? Are you a delivery man?”

Oliver Scott’s face turns dark. I dare not laugh, besides, he just helped me. So I just bury my face in Sebastian’s neck. And HE laughs! Rubbing his chin lightly against my face.

“You left me!” I hiss at his ear at the chance.

“Hmm,” He nods lightly.

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He turns to bury his face in my neck instead, his lips almost touching my ear when he whispers: “I thought Scott was interested in you, not interested in killing you, so when I saw a girl that looked like Lilith, I went and I checked.”

I throw my fist into his chest at his taunt, only to freeze when I hear Lilith’s name.

Lilith? Here? She’s never into this kind of bar,

pet“? Is Lilith the girl who ”

I can’t help but peek at Damian Vanderbilt. Is that why he is here? For hi played him, according to Oliver Scott? Or does he have another girl h ich is more likely? Do I dare to let him know that Lilith is here? I don’t imagine a mafia boss likes his “pet” at such a place if not with

him

Damian Vanderbilt smirks at me, when Oliver Scott looks sullen. Both reactions at Sebastian’s exaggerated way of marking out his territory. I didn’t know he was the jealous type.

“Is she with another guy?” I ask, can’t help my worried tone. How could she not be? She wouldn’t come to such a club on her own, and she obviously didn’t come with Vanderbilt.

“It looked like she was working here, so I didn’t go up for a talk,” Sebastian puts his arm around my waist, giving me a deep, tight hug for several long seconds before he is finally satisfied, “Do you want me to come with you?”

Of course I’m going to see her.

“I can handle myself!” I squeeze my words through a smile, pinching him where people can’t see. He gasps slightly and lets me go. I wasn’t afraid of the club, but just the demon on this table, okay?!

“Excuse me,” I smile at the men, leaving for the bar.

Lilith told me her problem was solved, so what’s it about this time?!

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