The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon! novel Chapter 433

Chapter 433: Chapter 433: Rainy Night, Red Dress, Woman

Because of Luca Jennings’ strong-willed attitude, even the police didn’t dare bypass him to contact Scarlett Jennings directly, so Scarlett remained unaware that Nicholas Woods and Josiah Garrison had approached the police insisting on meeting her.

After leaving the accident scene and dealing with Amber Livingston’s issues on the way, the car soon stopped at the Jennings Family residence.

Unbeknownst to them, a light drizzle had started falling from the sky.

Since Scarlett’s rainmaking livestream inadvertently summoned a torrential downpour that day, Sea City’s weather seemed to have returned to normal, with several bouts of rain following afterward.

Samuel Chalmers remained seated in the back of the car without moving.

Typically, in such situations, the driver would immediately get out, open the door, grab an umbrella, and escort the passenger down from the car with utmost care, ensuring they wouldn’t get drenched by the rain.

That’s not only what Samuel expected; Scarlett thought the same.

As expected, the assistant in the driver’s seat quickly stepped out of the car, pulled two large black umbrellas from the trunk, but instead of heading to Scarlett’s side of the car, he went to Samuel’s side and opened the door. With great respect, he gestured,

"Mr. Chalmers."

Samuel watched the assistant’s actions somewhat bewilderedly. Seeing this, the assistant kept signaling with his eyes repeatedly. When Samuel still didn’t catch on, the assistant pointed meaningfully at the second umbrella he was holding.

Samuel, vaguely understanding, stepped out of the car and took the umbrella from the assistant’s hand. Then, under the assistant’s eager gaze, he unfurled the umbrella and walked to the opposite side of the car, personally escorting Scarlett out.

It wasn’t that he lacked awareness; it’s just that in the past, he was never required to do such things.

He was usually the one being escorted out of the car.

Scarlett was surprised when Samuel personally helped her out of the car, but she said nothing. She simply noted that Samuel’s compulsion for perfection was indeed extreme—so thorough even when pretending.

More than once, Scarlett had felt like the two of them were actually dating.

Carefully adjusting her witch’s hat and lifting her dress hem, she stepped out, and the two naturally stood under the same umbrella.

In that fleeting moment, she was reminded of the scene when he had come to pick her up at the Prosperous Age film set.

The slightly too-close proximity, close enough that his golden aura seemed to envelop her completely.

Scarlett wanted to say something, but Samuel suddenly pulled out a handkerchief and, with unexpected earnestness, wiped rain mist off the ends of her hair. freёweɓnovel.com

"It’s wet," he said.

Scarlett glanced down. Her voluminous wig had absorbed the mist despite the umbrella’s considerable size, leaving the strands covered in a layer of damp haze.

She waved her hand dismissively, saying, "It’s alright—it’s just a wig."

Since it was fake, getting wet didn’t matter.

Hearing this, Samuel turned to look at her, his eyes appearing even more profound beneath the glow of the golden light.

"Even if it’s fake, it should still be taken seriously."

His tone was steady, with a touch of casual indifference—the words were about the wig, yet carried the implication of something deeper.

Scarlett sensed the subtle shift in the air as their eyes met and, inexplicably, felt a pang of unease.

"...You’re right," she murmured.

Seemingly satisfied, Samuel handed her the umbrella.

Scarlett took it, and Samuel returned to his seat in the car.

Even as the car drove away, Scarlett couldn’t quite decipher the peculiar feeling lingering from the moment before.

Back in her room, after changing out of her witch costume and removing her makeup, she saw a photo in the family group chat.

It had just been taken by Lucas Jennings in the garden.

In the photo, she and Samuel were standing under the umbrella. The soft yellow hue of the streetlights filtered through the rain, casting a warm and dreamlike glow over their figures. The two silhouettes standing together under the umbrella exuded a gentle, romantic aura amidst the misty rain.

Scarlett stared at the photo, somewhat dazed.

Though photos of them standing under an umbrella had been taken before, she’d only found the rumors absurd and hadn’t paid attention to the image itself.

But now... was this really how others saw her and Samuel standing together?

Ava: [...I left early tonight, wasting your efforts, but thank you for hanging out with me.]

Ava: [The outfit you prepared for me got dirty; I’ll clean it up and return it to you later.]

Chase had been a little suspicious of Ava due to tonight’s events, but now, seeing her messages, he couldn’t help but reconsider.

Did she leave early simply because the clothes got dirty?

But still, how did the outfit end up dirty?

Was someone at the party bullying her?

It wasn’t unusual for Chase’s imagination to run wild—after all, that’s precisely how it happened in TV dramas.

In the storyline, the common girl is brought to an upper-class gala by the rich young heir, only to be bullied behind his back and forced to endure the insults silently.

Though Chase didn’t harbor those kinds of feelings for Ava, the impression from their first meeting was so significant that he couldn’t help but associate her with someone being bullied.

Before he knew it, the minor suspicions he held toward her had completely dissolved, and instead, he began texting her comforting words. While still typing, the driver suddenly slammed the brakes.

As his phone flew out of his hands, Chase’s expression soured immediately.

"What’s going on?"

The driver quickly explained, "Young Master Chase, it wasn’t my fault. A woman suddenly ran out in front of the car."

Chase looked ahead and saw a woman in a red dress standing in front of the car. She wasn’t carrying an umbrella, and her body was drenched from the rain, her long hair tangled and falling haphazardly across her chest.

She hugged herself, looking pitifully through the car’s windshield straight at Chase.

...

A rainy night, a red dress, a woman.

Chase’s first thought was—

Damn, did I hit a ghost?