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“Sit down,” she hissed.

“I can’t believe you, Scarlett. Even daring to approach me after everything that happened .”

Scarlett feigned an insincere smile, attempting to apologize and win him back. “Marcus, I... I didn’t mean for things to end this way. I just want us to be together again.”

His eyes narrowed. He saw through her facade. “Don’t even bother, Scarlett. I know this sudden change of heart is only because Roman didn’t accept you. You’re just trying to use me to get back at him.”

“Okay, okay, just hear me out.”

“Leave. Now.” Marcus seethed.

She hardly ever saw him angry, but it was impossible to talk to him when he was angry.

She stormed out, her heels clicking against the ground as she made her exit.

Time to call Roman again; as she reached for her phone, it buzzed. Well, this was a first. It was Roman.

Before she could talk, she was interrupted by his voice on the other end.

“Scarlett, before you say anything, I want to meet you. Come to my company. We have some unfinished business to discuss.”

Scarlett stood and contemplated her next move. What did she have to lose, anyway? Everything was still going as she wanted it.

Chapter 37

TheairinRoman’soffice was tense as they waited for Scarlett. Olivia felt Roman’s comforting grip on her hands.

The room fell into a speculative silence, each of them lost in their thoughts.

Suddenly, the shrill ring of the phone shattered the stillness, causing them to start. It was Linda, Roman’s secretary, informing him that Scarlett had arrived. Roman exchanged a knowing glance with Olivia before answering the call, his voice steady as he spoke to Linda.

The door swung open without a knock, and Scarlett stormed into the room.

She sent a disdainful glance at Olivia and Michael, clearly not impressed by their presence. Roman, ever calm, motioned for Scarlett to take a seat.

Scarlett rolled her eyes, contempt written across her face.

Olivia felt a surge of anger rises in her. Who the hell did she think she was?

The silence continued for a moment; tension thick in the air. All eyes were fixed on Scarlett, waiting for her to speak. With a dismissive flick of her hand, she finally broke the silence, “Well, aren’t we all just one big happy family here,” she sneered, looking from Roman to Olivia to Michael.

The room remained quiet.

“Sit down, Scarlett,” Roman repeated firmly, irritated now.

Scarlett scoffed as she took a seat, crossing her arms. “How generous of you to invite me into your little meeting. What do you have for me? If it’s not good, best believe I'm going out to the press the moment I walk out of here.”

Olivia tightened her grip on Roman’s hand, silently urging him to stay calm. “We’re here to discuss the situation and find a resolution,” Olivia added.

Scarlett rolled her eyes again with a smirk. “Resolution? There’s nothing to discuss. You’re nothing more than a cheap distraction, Olivia,” she spat, her words dripping with venom.

Michael cleared his throat; his expression was stern. “Scarlett, we’re well aware of your threats. Please keep that classless attitude at the door and let’s discuss like the adults that we are.”

Scarlett’s laughter filled the room, sharp and bitter. “Classless? Please, you’re all delusional if you think you can stop me. Roman, you know what I’m capable of.”

Roman’s jaw clenched; his gaze unwavering. “I know exactly what you’re capable of, Scarlett. Thanks to you, we got to find out more.”

Scarlett’s expression shifted, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. “You have no idea what you’re up against,” she said, clearing her throat.

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