The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 386: Indeed, It Has an Owner

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Scarlett Jennings and Samuel Chalmers were not the talkative types. Throughout the meal, the two ate in unusual silence, with only the soft flow of piano music audible within the restaurant.

Night views, flowers, cake, music.

An ordinary person would likely immerse themselves in such a romantic atmosphere.

But Scarlett didn’t think much about it, nor did she dare to.

Ever since she began dabbling in metaphysics, the world looked different in her eyes.

For instance, the thousands of glittering lights of the city before her now—those dazzling night views—but above those lights, she could see hues floating, sometimes gray, sometimes colorful.

It was the aura of this city.

The desires, wealth, beliefs, and fortune of the people living in this city brought this aura to life. When similar fortunes converged, corresponding colors would gather above their environment.

For example, Scarlett had once seen golden light floating over where the bigshots were gathered in North City.

These colors, to some extent, represented the city’s fortune.

Another example was the brilliant golden glow surrounding Samuel Chalmers in front of her now.

Scarlett’s gaze fell on Samuel for quite some time before she suddenly spoke softly,

"Samuel, I never asked—why did you shield me from the lightning that day?"

She thought that even if she had really been struck, she could have withstood it with the protective magical artifact she carried.

She thought she could handle it.

Even if she couldn’t, that would have been her fate.

She never expected anyone to take the hit for her.

But he stepped out suddenly without a moment’s hesitation and shielded her.

Saying she wasn’t moved would be a lie.

In that moment, Scarlett truly felt fear.

She feared she had harmed him.

Because she had told him he was surrounded by golden light.

He was protected by golden light, invincible to ghosts and evil, under the protection of the Heavenly Dao.

He was the most extraordinary existence she had ever seen.

And perhaps, Samuel believed her words.

That’s why he thought that even if struck by Fire Thunder, he would remain unharmed.

That’s why he thought he could protect her.

They say heavenly secrets cannot be revealed. It’s not only because such secrets shouldn’t be casually exposed, but also because when a person knows too much about their own fate, they may subconsciously make different choices at critical moments in the future.

For example, if someone knows they’re destined to live until sixty, they might believe they can’t die before then and therefore recklessly engage in dangerous activities.

Just like how Samuel chose to save her.

She thought she’d made a mistake.

Perhaps the complexity in Scarlett’s gaze was too deep, as Samuel didn’t immediately answer her question. Instead, he stared at her for a long time before finally speaking in a calm voice,

"I don’t know. It was just instinct."

That nonchalant response carried little emotion, but it stirred ripples deep within Scarlett’s heart.

She lowered her head and couldn’t help but smile.

Scarlett had considered all the possible answers he might give—whether he wanted to protect her or thought he himself would remain unharmed. Either way, it was the result of a karmic tie she had created with him. freewёbnoνel.com

Telling him about the golden light led to that moment’s outcome.

Since there was cause and effect, she had to take responsibility for his future.

The approach of distancing herself from someone after realizing she had meddled in their fate, hoping everything could return to normal, didn’t exist in Scarlett’s view.

To distance oneself while wishfully expecting things to revert was an irresponsible act.

If she had already interfered, then she must see it through to the end.

Samuel’s answer wasn’t what she had imagined.

Yet it strangely erased the trace of regret that had lingered in her heart over the past few days.

Samuel watched as her almond-shaped eyes raised again, clear and resolute, a faint upward curve forming at the corner of his lips.

The long fingers resting against his thigh lightly twitched twice.

With the motion, tiny golden dots seemed to dance around his fingertips.

...

The meal lasted until eight-thirty. Samuel was about to send Scarlett home when she suddenly received a message from Caius Carew.

[The identities of the two living souls’ original forms have been confirmed. I’ve synced the information to you.]

Scarlett thanked Caius and opened the spiritual affairs app, seeing the two living souls’ identities.

The man who had taken over Chase Jennings’ body was named Jacob Zimmerman, an eighteenth-tier actor currently out of town.

The other, an elderly woman named Sadie Whitley, lived locally in Sea City.

Scarlett first searched Jacob’s social media and found he had been posting photos daily for the past week, showing no signs of a missing living soul.

After some thought, Scarlett said to Samuel,

"I want to go somewhere, or maybe..." You could head back on your own.

But before she could finish, Samuel was already standing,

"I’ll take you there."

Scarlett immediately held her tongue.

Alright, the bigshot was always this thoughtful.

She had already grown used to it.

The two got into the car and drove straight to an old residential area near the city center.

This area consisted mostly of buildings from the past century, predominantly occupied by migrant workers renting cheap homes—often cramming entire families into small spaces.

Scarlett felt a pang of sympathy as she stepped out of the car; Samuel clearly had never set foot in such places.

"Why don’t you wait for me in the car? I’ll be quick."

Her aim was primarily to confirm certain things with her own eyes.

Samuel’s response was a calm glance in her direction before slowly checking his watch,

"At nine-thirty at night, I stay in the car while letting a woman go alone into an old neighborhood to look for someone?"

"..."

Scarlett wanted to argue that she wasn’t just any ordinary woman.

Even if it were two-thirty in the morning, ghosts would flee at the sight of her.

But Samuel obviously wasn’t giving her the chance to debate. He simply opened the car door and stepped out.

Scarlett had nothing more to say.

Though it was nine-thirty at night, the neighborhood was bustling.

As they ventured deeper in, they saw many barbecue stalls and snack stands along the roadside. Some residents, just now returning from work, were grabbing dinner and late-night snacks before heading home.

Samuel had only taken a few steps before he picked up on the smoky air mixed with barbecue smells and complex spices swirling around him. He frowned, clearly unaccustomed to such a chaotic environment.

Noticing his discomfort, Scarlett rummaged through her bag and pulled out a mask.

"Wear this. I’ve added runes on it—it’ll completely block out smells."

Samuel didn’t refuse, taking the mask while glancing at Scarlett. "You should wear one too."

When they came in, he’d noticed quite a few people staring at them.

Scarlett had dressed up a bit today. Her bright and elegant dress drew attention.

As for Samuel, there was no need to even mention—his charisma was undeniable. Even in a simple shirt and trousers, his presence caught the eyes of several young women nearby.

Scarlett, with her keen hearing, picked up on two girls not far away discussing whether to approach and ask for Samuel’s contact, hesitating only because they weren’t certain of the duo’s relationship.

Scarlett’s face tensed slightly, and she suddenly reached out and lightly tugged on Samuel’s sleeve.

The gesture wasn’t overly intimate, but it was enough to allow those nearby to guess their relationship.

Samuel had accompanied her to a place like this late into the night; she had to "protect" him.

And that included preventing the bigshot from being bothered by strangers.

Sure enough, upon seeing her action, the two girls whispered to each other and left.

"Ah, definitely taken."

Scarlett felt secretly satisfied, but when she turned her head, she found Samuel looking at her.

Or, to be precise, watching her little action.