Chapter 3 Blinded by His Golden Light

"The family asked me to come pick you up and specifically mentioned that the first meeting should be formal, so I temporarily requisitioned a helicopter team. It's not much, make do with it."

Scarlett Garrison looked at the swarming helicopter crew nearly blocking the entire villa's entrance, silent and speechless.

You call this... making do?

Then she saw Donovan Jennings gesture towards the people behind him, signaling, "Call out."

"Miss!" Voices of the uniformly dressed pilots rang out in unison, echoing like a military chant, "Welcome home, Miss!"

Scarlett Garrison: ...

Why do I feel such a cringe-worthy sense of embarrassment?

Perhaps because of the cold treatment she received from the Garrison Family from a young age, Scarlett Garrison was not adept at handling such warm receptions. She opened her mouth, only to squeeze out to Donovan Jennings, "Let's, let's go."

Hurry up and leave.

Didn't you see the villa security coming over?

Donovan Jennings watched her reaction with a smile, then suddenly, as if he thought of something, his attractive peach blossom eyes slightly squinted as he sized her up, then asked,

"But why are you here alone?"

Standing alone at the villa's entrance at this time, you surely weren't out buying soy sauce, right?

Upon hearing this, Scarlett Garrison pursed her lips, not wanting to reveal she was kicked out by the Garrison Family earlier, and while contemplating how to gloss over it, suddenly another voice sounded.

With a cold, clear, attractive yet slightly impatient male voice,

"Aren't we leaving yet?"

Scarlett Garrison followed the voice, only then noticing there was another person on that helicopter.

With just one look, she nearly got her eyes dazzled.

Inside the helicopter, the man's legs were slightly bent, and from her angle, she could only see half of his body hidden in the shadow of the door.

His hand casually rested on the handrail of the helicopter, his posture elegant yet steady, making even the folds on his suit jacket seem mysteriously attractive.

But more than all this, what really dazzled Scarlett Garrison was the golden light radiating from the man.

Her eyes had been able to see things ordinary people couldn't from a young age; the colors representing people's fortune varied, but gold, she had only seen on individuals who contributed greatly to the nation.

Yet looking at the almost blinding golden light right now.

Has this person stolen national fortune or what?

Upon hearing the man speak, Donovan Jennings, not bothering to ask further, hurriedly responded with a smile,

"Let's go, right away."

He then started pushing Scarlett Garrison towards the helicopter, deliberately lowering his voice to mutter, "Tch, the Great Demon King is really impatient."

Next, Donovan Jennings led her to the "Great Demon King," shoving her into a seat next to him on the helicopter.

From such close proximity, that golden light grew even more intense.

Braving the brilliance that threatened to dazzle her eyes, Scarlett Garrison finally caught a glimpse of the man's true features.

Like his cold voice hinting at sharp aggressiveness, his facial features were sharp and chiseled, radiating a rugged handsomeness that was underscored by a stringent beauty; his thin lips held a distant chill, like ice and snow walking down from freezing mountain peaks, drowning in his deep and dark pupils.

Sensing her intense gaze, the man slightly turned his eyes, and with just one glance seemed to gather all her inquiries and emotions into his eyes.

Scarlett Garrison was curious about the gold surrounding him but worried he might think her foolish. After a moment's thought, she asked him,

"Are you also my brother?"

At her words, Donovan Jennings, who had just settled across from them, burst into laughter, while the man beside her just shot a cold glance at Donovan, then seemingly withdrew into his deep gaze silently.

"No."

He had much to say, yet he uttered not a word.

Fortunately, there was a Donovan Jennings on this plane.

"This is Samuel Chalmers, not your brother. I'm the only brother you have."

Scarlett Garrison found the name vaguely familiar but couldn't remember where she had heard it.

However, among the Four Great Families of Sea City, two bore the surnames Chalmers and Jennings.

Was it just a coincidence?

She then heard Donovan explain, "I came to pick you up today, and he just hitched a ride."

Scarlett understood at once and was about to nod when the man, who had previously averted his gaze, suddenly shot a look at Donovan, his thin lips parting slightly as he coldly spoke,

"You're using my helicopter fleet."

He, the esteemed head of the Chalmers family, certainly did not need to hitch a ride from others.

However, Donovan seemed unfazed, even spreading his hands openly, "There's no choice, all the company's cars were dispatched, and among the people I know, you're the only one who has a dedicated helicopter fleet for personal travel."

Samuel Chalmers, a high-end obsessive-compulsive who requires even his subordinates' socks to match in color and style.

Not to mention his helicopters, he demands that even the foot mats inside the aircraft are exactly the same.

While the three talked, a sleek black helicopter had already started up slowly, escorting the luxurious one in the middle, departing majestically just as it had arrived.

Until the fleet's thunderous departure, several security guards who had been watching the scene exchanged glances and began to discuss.

"That one picked up by the helicopter just now, that's the Garrison family's eldest daughter, right?"

"Yes, that's her. I heard just the other day that she isn't actually born to the Garrison family. Look, they even kicked her out, and I heard her real parents are from some mountain area."

"Mountains? Look at the spectacle they make; does it seem like she's from the mountains? Maybe her real parents are some big shots."

"Ha, if that's true, wouldn't the head of the Garrison family regret it deeply?"

Despite strict rules in the security room, discussions about the gossips concerning the wealthy residents of the villa area were quite frequent. Mid-conversation, one of them quickly shut up and turned to bow respectfully towards the direction of the vehicle barrier.

It's said that one shouldn't speak ill during the day, and there it is, the Garrison's car.

Emma White and Isolde Garrison sat in the backseat, ignoring the security guards bowing respectfully towards them, as, being noble property owners, they never regarded such low-level security personnel.

"The final list of city representatives has been set, but it hasn't been officially submitted yet. Mom has inquired, and it's a manager from the Jennings Group handling the final submission."

Emma White spoke to Isolde beside her, a smile on her lips, "Luckily, your dad just talked about a partnership with the Jennings Group the day before yesterday. We can use that connection."

Isolde reacted with surprise, "The Jennings Group? That's backed by the Jennings Family, one of the Four Great Families! Dad actually managed to secure a partnership with them, that's impressive!"

Emma spoke with visible pride, but still pretended to be nonchalant,

"Exactly, the Jennings Family. Many people with money have sought partnership but weren't even given a response, yet your father was approached by them for collaboration, which shows our position in Sea City. In the future, there will only be more seeking partnerships with us."

Listening to this, excitement visibly danced across Isolde's face. Securing a partnership with the Jennings Family meant their family was fast approaching the top tier of Sea City's wealthy circle.

That meant the circle of potential fiancés she could choose from would also change.

Indeed, since Scarlett left, fortune seemed to smile upon the Garrison family!

"How wonderful," Isolde said, her voice tinged with feigned modesty, "If we directly ask them for help, will they refuse?"

Emma confidently said, "They already approached us requesting partnership. Since we're partners, helping out a little like this is only expected, right?"

She grabbed Isolde's hand, "Don't worry, your mother will definitely secure the spot of city image representative for you! This concerns the image of Sea City. That ungrateful wretch trying to compete with you isn't even worthy!"

Isolde felt immensely pleased internally yet still maintained a facade of sweet compliance.

After pausing, she then asked, "Are we going to the Jennings Group headquarters now?"

"No need for the headquarters," Emma replied. "We'll go directly to the Jennings Family."