Chapter 146 My Lilith Grey

Scarlett’s POV Damian Vanderbilt cocks an eyebrow in obvious despise, nodding at me flirtatiously: “I admired your little speech, but you letting him put his hand on you so easily says more than your words.”

What a jerk! What’s his problem?!!!

I wanted to push Sebastian away, but I couldn’t quite pin down who I hated more at this moment: an arrogant tricked pitiful prey of Ava’s who just fell into her trap, or an arrogant tricked pitiful prey who claims to be out of Ava’s trap.

“It’s none of your business!” I frown at Damian Vanderbilt as I throw away Sebastian’s hand. It’s not wise to piss off two bigshots at the same time, but since I’m already the enemy of the world, it doesn’t really make that much of a difference, “If one day you find yourself in a trap of a slut, it’s because you are a womanizer first!”

Damian Vanderbilt’s look turns cold visibly, his tone dangerous: “Who are you calling a slut?”

“Whoever turns out to be!” I snap at him.

“Little girl–” Damian Vanderbilt narrows his eyes as he comes over, and Sebastian pulls me behind him. But before either of them could do anything, two hands stop both of them as a man cuts in between the two fluffed lions–

“Wow, a fierce girl with a sharp mouth, huh? Still not worth fighting for, guys.”

I don’t know the guy, but the two men seem to and they both take a step back, and talk at the same time:

“She is,” Says Sebastian.

“You have no idea,” Says Damian Vanderbilt, before he shoots a surprised glance at Sebastian, then he throws over a cold snort.

The kind of snort Adrian throws Sebastian when he takes Ava’s side.

Just great. Not only am I a mean girl now, it’s also because of Ava. If he can’t remember people’s behavior, then he shouldn’t be allowed to judge anyone for anything!

“May I know the name of Miss. worth it?” The new guy comes over, holding out his hands for me to put my hand on. For a kiss?

A bit old–school.

“Scarlett Fuller,” I take his hand for a handshake, “And you are?”

A shade of surprise flashes through his eyes at my handshake. He shakes my hand but then takes my fingers for a kiss: “Oliver Scott, at your service, ma’am.

Damian Vanderbilt rolls his eyes impatiently, and Sebastian pulls my wrist out of his grasp: “You are talking to Mrs. Knight.”

This time Oliver Scott really IS surprised: “Sorry, you were married? I thought you were with Ava?”

I frown, darting my eyes away, only to meet Damian Vanderbilt’s eyes. I thought he would taunt me with some mean lines like “Your husband has a name out there, just not with you“. But he is not. He is glaring at Sebastián, with utter anger in his eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Sebastian turns to me with a guilty look, introducing, “This is Oliver Scott. He starred in the drama show we produced last year.”

An actor. I nod. No wonder he knows Sebastian when I don’t know him. I had little interest in pop works and the entertainment business. I like only the writing part.

“Also the award winner this year,” Oliver grins at me, joking with Sebastian, “Introduce me with my best title, will you?”

“You need to make your title known to people before they can use it,” Sebastian says indifferently. I look between them two, confused. They know each other, and they even work together. But they don’t seem to be good friends.

“We are not friends,” Oliver winks at me, seeing through my confusion, “I’m signed with Dunn Entertainment.”

Ohhh, that explains a lot.

“Enough of your socializing?” Damian Vanderbilt suddenly cuts in impatiently, “You better have a good reason for me to wait for you here,”

Oliver Scott shoots Damian Vanderbilt a surprised look before he bows at me and Sebastian: “Excuse me.” He walks over to Damian Vanderbilt, a taunting smirk on his face: “Yes, I do. I saw your little pet, at a place you might find interesting.”

He has another “pet“? He definitely deserves Ava!

I shoot a glare over at him, wishing I could close my ears. I walk over to Lucas, wanting to leave this horrible night behind.

“What pet?” Damian Vanderbilt frowns half–mindedly.

“Your little tail?” Oliver Scott laughs with a shred of surprise, “You know, the new girl? What was her name...Grey?”

My feet stop before my brain can process the information.

It’s not Grey of MY Lilith Grey...right???