Filed To Story: The Scarlet Vengeance: Justice of a Framed Beauty Novel (Grace & Jason)
The surrounding crowd also glanced over and whispered.
“What about you? Are you going to hit her back? You can slap her as many times as you want until you feel satisfied!” Mick said to Nancy.
Nancy looked at him somewhat dazed, unable to figure out what Mick was thinking at the moment.
Clarissa, on the other hand, shouted, “You can’t hit me! I…I’ll call the police. Even if you’re the young master of the Reed family, you can’t treat me like this…”
“Of course you can call the police,” Mick said calmly, “I’m just helping the person who was hit to get some justice. How come you never thought about how it feels to be hit by someone else. when you like to slap others?”
Mick’s voice was tinged with a hint of coldness, and there was a slight curve at the corner of his lips.
Those who knew him well understood that this represented his bad mood.
Clarissa’s face turned red and white, and Mick’s gaze turned to Nancy again. “Do you want to hit her? If you’re afraid she’ll call the police, I’ll find you the best lawyer.”
“No need. I already hit her back with that slap she gave me just now,” Nancy said.
“Is that so?” Mick raised his lips and raised his hand again.
The two bodyguards who were holding Clarissa let go, and Clarissa collapsed to the ground weakly.
“I remember warning the Schultz family already,” Mick looked down at Clarissa and said, “If there’s a next time, then the Schultz family really has no reason to exist.”
Clarissa trembled, feeling a sense of fear rising within her.
This was…Mick, the young master of the Reed family, and also the person who could call the shots in
Emerald City.
Even though he is still young, only 25 years old, he is enough to make many big shots in Emerald City fear him.
In addition to being called a genius with his intelligence, he also has some methods of doing things.
Many people say in private that as he grows older, Mr. Reed’s style of doing things is becoming more and more like his father Jason’s style.
Clarissa has also heard some rumors about Jason from her own father.
It is said that early on, Jason’s style of doing things was ruthless and bloody, and no one in Emerald
City dared to provoke him. Later, after having children and a family, he gradually became more restrained and his style of doing things became much milder.
Of course, many of the older generation in Emerald City understand that even if he is mild, this
“mildness” is only superficial.
So no one dares to provoke the Reed family.
Because once provoked, it may be another bloody storm.
Mick turned to Nancy and asked, “What about you, where are you going?”
“I’m off work and want to go to the market before going home,” she said.
“I’ll take you there,” Mick said.
Nancy was stunned, watching as Mick walked over to a black Bentley car. She stammered, “But I have to go to the market!”
“Is there a rule that I can’t take you to the market?” he asked in response.
She hesitated for a moment, then followed him into the car.
Today, Mick undoubtedly boosted her confidence in front of Clarissa. After today’s incident, it is likely that Clarissa will not dare to cause trouble for her for a while.
But… what she couldn’t understand was why he was willing to do this?
Clearly, there was no benefit to him in this matter.
After getting into the car, Nancy looked at Mick and said, “Why did you help me? Mr. Reed, there doesn’t seem to be any benefit for you to offend the Schultz family for me.”
“Didn’t you say that if Clarissa did anything to you, I wouldn’t let her and the Schultz family off the hook?” Mick said with a smirk. “Since you said that, of course I have to follow through.”
His words were undoubtedly a sarcastic remark about her previous lies in front of Clarissa.
Nancy’s face flashed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry.” She apologized straightforwardly. After all, this matter was originally her fault.
Mick didn’t say anything more.
The car was silent, and soon arrived at a vegetable market.
Nancy said thank you and got out of the car, walking towards the market.
Mick sat in the back seat of the car, looking at the figure of the person walking into the market through the car window.
“Where to now, young master?” The driver in the front row asked.
“Just wait for now.” Mick lazily said.
The driver was stunned. Wait? Did the young master mean… to wait for the woman who just got out of the car?
But he didn’t dare to ask anything and quietly followed his young master’s orders.
Mick’s gaze was fixed through the car window as he looked outside.
Today’s encounter was once again by chance.
Originally, he came to the hotel today to discuss a business matter, but unexpectedly saw Nancy again.
It was strange, he only heard the commotion at the hotel entrance and glanced over casually, but he saw Nancy at a glance.
Although this woman’s appearance was ordinary at best, she could only be considered pretty, and in a crowd, she should have been lost in the crowd. But why did he see her at a glance?
He could even see the swelling on her face clearly.
The only difference from before was that today, even with obvious swelling from being beaten, she was holding the other person’s wrist and fighting back without flinching.
And in her “counterattack” words, she even included him.
If it were another woman, speaking like this in his name outside, he should have been angry.
But hearing it from her, he didn’t feel repulsed, but rather found it interesting.
This woman was full of nonsense but still so confident, and her appearance was so different from before when she was beaten but remained silent.
Helping her vent was just a small favor for him.
But he was never the kind of person who was willing to do small favors for strangers.
Why was it different for Nancy?
He even let her spend the night in his villa last time. Thinking of this, Mick’s right index finger lightly tapped the edge of the car window, absentmindedly.
Those who know him well know that he is deep in thought.
After about half an hour, the driver suddenly spoke up, “Young master, that young lady just came out.”
Mick looked up and saw Nancy walking out of the market with
“Go and pick her up,” he instructed the driver.
The driver agreed and quickly got out of the car, running over to Nancy. “Young master requests your presence in the car,” he said.
Nancy was taken aback and looked over at the black Bentley parked outside the market.
Could it be that the car had been parked there since she got off it earlier?
It was rare to see a car worth millions parked at such an ordinary market entrance, so people coming in and out of the market couldn’t help but stare at it.
“Does Mr. Reed need something?” Nancy asked the driver.
“I’m not sure, young master only asked me to pick you up,” the driver replied.
Nancy pursed her lips and followed the driver to the car. He opened the door, but Nancy didn’t immediately get in. Instead, she bent down and asked Mick inside the car, “Mr. Reed, is there anything else you need?”
“Get in the car, I’ll take you home,” Mick said.
“No need, I can take the bus home, it’s very convenient,” Nancy said.
“Get in the car, don’t make me say it a third time,” Mick said, a little annoyed.
Nancy hesitated for a moment before getting on the car.
The driver put the two big bags of vegetables in Nancy’s hands into the trunk of the car.
“Address,” Mick said.
Nancy gave him the address.
The car headed towards her rented room.
“Why did you buy so many vegetables? Are you living with someone else?” he asked.
He glanced at the bags she was carrying earlier and thought that the amount was enough for one person to eat for a week.
“No, I live alone. But today is my mother’s 57th birthday, and I plan to cook more dishes tonight to pay my respects,” Nancy said.
Mick calculated the days in his mind and realized that it had been a month since he saw her in the rain.
“You’re paying your respects alone?” he asked.
“Yes, alone,” she said, looking down with a hint of sadness on her face.
He looked at her thin and fragile body. When he saw her being slapped before, he felt that she was so thin that she could be easily knocked down by a slap.
The sadness on her face made him suddenly feel a sense of discomfort.
It was like something was stuck in his chest.
“My condolences,” he said.
“I can do it. I will live well,” she said.