Chapter 1392: Get Lost, Stop Bothering Me

Chapter 1392: Chapter 1392: Get Lost, Stop Bothering Me

The woman in the red dress looked at her, eyes genuinely tinged with a sense of pity.

Scarlett slowly raised her head.

In the dark corner, her face was very pale, frozen and bloodless.

Her equally pale lips curled slightly upward in a cold laugh, saying word by word, "Get lost, don’t bother me."

"What did you say?" The woman in the red dress was stunned, her face turning red as a liver, becoming extremely unsightly.

"Couldn’t hear me clearly?" Scarlett laughed coldly and kindly repeated herself, word by word, speaking extremely clearly, "I said, get lost, don’t bother me again, did you hear me this time?"

"You..." The woman in the red dress was furious, her liver-red face turned livid, grinding her teeth as she glared at her.

"People need to have self-awareness, don’t force me to say something even nastier." Scarlett finished speaking and withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, refusing to look at her again.

"Humph, taking kindness as dirt, you ungrateful stupid woman, you just stay here and wait to freeze to death." The woman in the red dress angrily rolled up the car window.

Soon, the black Bentley drove away.

The surroundings fell silent again, as dead as the grave; on such a cold day, not even the sound of insects could be heard.

Scarlett drooped her head, spacing out for a while; before she was completely frozen stiff, she fumbled with shaking hands from her bag to find her phone, then used her stiff fingers to dial a string of numbers.

The phone rang for a long time, so long that Scarlett was about to give up; just at the moment she was about to hang up, it finally connected.

"Hello, is it Scarlett?" A deep, hoarse voice still filled with sleepiness, obviously he’d been asleep and was awakened by her call.

When making this call, Scarlett didn’t really expect it to go through, it was just on a trial basis.

After all, according to her understanding of Knox Simmons, when he is asleep, he would absolutely not leave the phone on to disturb his rest.

Even if it was on, it would be set to silent mode.

So when the call went through and Scarlett heard Knox’s magnetic, sleepy voice, she was stunned for several seconds.

"Scarlett, is it you?" There was a rustling sound from the other side, like Knox getting up from the bed.

Scarlett was stunned again for a few seconds, only in Knox’s urging did she speak: "It’s me."

"It really is you, Scarlett!" Knox suddenly sounded energized, his voice raised several pitches, "I thought I was dreaming, didn’t expect it was really you calling."

He seemed somewhat excited: "This is unprecedented, Baby Scarlett, you called me in the middle of the night, did you miss me terribly? We really have a telepathic bond, I was just dreaming about you, and then you called, hey, do you think this is what they call telepathy?"

"Baby Scarlett, ever since we were forcefully separated by that inhuman fellow Matthew Saxon, I’ve been thinking about you day and night. I was even planning to elope and find you, but who knows what that damn guy said to Grandpa, Grandpa actually put me under house arrest, forbidding me to step out of the Simmons Family’s door. That guy is simply inhuman; he’s just jealous of our sibling bond, yet he uses such despicable means secretly."