Chapter 144 The Mean Girl

Scarlett’s POV Jack Fuller doesn’t like the mysterious man.

Damian Vanderbilt. A name I have never heard of in my life. I mean, I know the name Vanderbilt. That family owns more wealth than a king, and they are low–key as they are rich. But this name has never had anything to do with the Fullers.

I mean, why would they? The Fullers can barely make it to the top ten families in the city.

But Jack Fuller, the man who sucks up to riches like Sebastian, doesn’t like Damian Vanderbilt. No, not dislike.

Jack Fuller hates him, and... is a bit afraid of him. He looks at Damian Vanderbilt in the exact same way he used to look at me when I was little.

It’s a pure hatred for no good reason, and this hatred is deeply rooted in Jack Fuller.

He called this man to his home, only to disrespect him to his face? And the oddest part is, Damian Vanderbilt doesn’t seem to be offended. A rare quality for people with his kind of social status.

The tension between Jack Fuller and the mysterious stranger makes it hard to talk. I glance at Sebastian, and he has his eyes on Ava, who is still sitting on the ground in shock. But he is not picking her up into his arms and biting Jack Fuller’s head off.

That’s something you don’t see every day.

“You can help her up if you want to that much,” I take a step away from Ava, telling Sebastian.

Sebastian shoots me a surprised glance, his eyes filled with bitterness.

I didn’t need him to hurt her for me. What I hate is him putting her above me and everything else. If it hurts him so much to watch her suffer, then he shouldn’t torture himself.

“Very gentleman of you,” Mocking, Damian Vanderbilt glares at Sebastian, apparently because Sebastian stands the closest to Ava. He walks up a step and reaches out his hand to Ava: “Are you okay, Miss?”

Ava stares at him, smitten.

Of course she is. Having Sebastian in his palm, Ava has never stopped her collection of men. I mean, she even tried with Adrian.

So I’m not exactly surprised at her paying attention to the first man that has a fair chance against Sebastian in every way–

Wealth, a handsome face, a hot body.

But being smitten is rare, even for her–

Damian Vanderbilt helps her up, and she literally blushes, standing behind Jack Fuller with her head kept low, her whole face red with her deer eyes sending Damian Vanderbilt scared peeks.

Few men could resist Ava when she puts it all out.

“Seriously?” I blink, genuinely shocked at Ava’s tiny brain that seems to be big enough for only thoughts about how to get the next man, “You remember him, don’t you???”

The man who humiliated you at a party? It is just me? Do people really forget about things like that?

“Who are you?” Damian Vanderbilt grunts at me, obviously hostile.

What?!

I open my mouth in shock, stammering: “You—you don’t remember me?”

“I don’t keep mean girls in my mind,” Damian Vanderbilt shoots me a cold glare.

Well, that much is true. He totally forgot about how the girl he is defending now was a mean girl he punished himself, nor about how she bullied Lilith, who he gave a ridiculously expensive dress.

I guess it makes sense now — that dress was probably nothing to him. To think I thought he was nice to Lilith and was so grateful to him! He deserves Ava. May the arrogant billionaire and the mean girl be together and have their happy ever after!

“Mr. Vanderbilt...” Jack Fuller hesitates, looking as if in a conundrum. He has snapped out of his loss of mind, and he has put his fox mask back on, “I’m so sorry about my family farce. Would you please excuse me...”

“Yes, of course,” Damian Vanderbilt nods, backing a step to make way, “I understand, and I’m happy to reschedule.”

“Thanks,” Jack Fuller “forces” a faint smile, giving his hand to Ava like he is some old man dying of, apparently, a headache, “Ava, would you help me up to my room? I need some rest...”

Ava glances at her new target reluctantly, but she dares not to disobey her father. Especially right after that slap.

“Yes, daddy...” Ava takes Jack Fuller’s arm, lowering her head as she walks Jack Fuller to the stairs, like the pitiful little angel she paints herself to be.

I watch Ava leaving, knowing in desperation that I’m not seeing Mom’s necklace soon — Jack Fuller has never asked Ava to “walk him to his room“, ever. Nor has he ever slapped her, his fragile doll.

I don’t even need the DNA test because Jack Fuller’s weird acts today are shouting at me–

The necklace. It definitely belongs to my Mom.