Chapter 3 Blinded by His Golden Light

"Family sent me to pick you up. They specifically instructed that our first meeting should be formal, so I temporarily borrowed a helicopter team. It's not too many, but it'll have to do."

Scarlett Garrison stared in silence at the bustling helicopter crew blocking nearly the entire villa entrance.

You call this... making do?

Then Donovan Jennings waved to the people behind him and suddenly signaled, "Call her."

"Miss!" The uniformed pilots behind him shouted in unison, their voices as neat as a military chant. "Welcome home, Miss!"

Scarlett Garrison: ...

Why in the world did this feel so embarrassingly melodramatic?

Perhaps because of the cold reception she often received at the Garrison Family, Scarlett Garrison wasn't adept at dealing with such enthusiastic occasions. She opened her mouth and managed to squeak out, "Let's go."

Let's go quickly.

Didn't you see the villa security running over?

Donovan Jennings watched her reaction with a smile, then suddenly seemed to remember something. His charming almond eyes narrowed slightly as he surveyed her and asked,

"But why are you here alone?"

At this hour, appearing alone at the villa entrance, she couldn't have just stepped out to buy some soy sauce, right?

Scarlett pursed her lips at his words. She didn't want to say that she'd been kicked out early by the Garrison Family. Just as she was contemplating how to dismiss it, another voice suddenly rang out.

It had a hint of indifference, like the clear and quiet sound of a cold spring, deep and pleasant, with a touch of impatience.

"Are we not leaving?"

Scarlett looked towards the voice and then noticed there was another person on the initial helicopter.

Just one glance almost blinded her.

Inside the aircraft, the man had his long legs slightly bent. From her angle, she could only see half of his body hidden in the shadow of the helicopter door.

His wrist rested casually on the handrail of the stairs, his elegant posture exuding a composed aura, even the wrinkles on his suit seemed to carry an inexplicable allure.

But more than that, it was the golden light emanating from the man that truly bedazzled Scarlett.

Since childhood, she could see things others couldn't, and people's fortunes had many colors. Golden light she had only seen on those who contributed to the nation.

But looking at this nearly blinding golden light.

Had this man stolen the nation's fortune?

The moment the man spoke, Donovan quickly responded with a laugh, not asking any further questions.

"Let's go, let's go."

He said, pushing Scarlett's shoulder and steering her that way. He then lowered his voice, muttering quietly, "Tsk, the Great Demon King really has no patience."

And so Scarlett was taken in front of the "Great Demon King," placed in the seat beside him in the aircraft.

From this close, the golden light was even more blinding.

Bearing the risk of having her eyes blinded, Scarlett finally got a good look at his true face.

As stern as the sharp timbre in his indifferent voice, his features were like they were carved with a knife, angular and handsome, carrying a cold and hard beauty; his thin, slightly pursed lips radiated a cool demeanor, like ice and snow descending from a frigid mountain, engulfed in his deep, obsidian irises.

Realizing that she was staring too hard, he slightly glanced in her direction, his gaze seeming to capture all her curiosities and emotions.

Scarlett was very curious about the golden light around him but worried he might think she's an idiot. After pondering, she asked,

"Are you my brother too?"

With just one question, Donovan Jennings, sitting opposite them, let out a chuckle, while the man beside her merely cast him a cold glance, then silently withdrew his deep gaze.

"No."

And he didn't say another word.

Fortunately, Donovan Jennings was also there in that helicopter.

"This is Samuel Chalmers, not your brother. You only have me as your brother."

Scarlett found the name vaguely familiar, but she couldn't recall where she'd heard it before.

However, among the Four Great Families of Sea City, two of which were the Chalmers and Jennings.

Was it a coincidence?

Then she heard Donovan explain, "I came to pick you up today, and he's tagging along for a seat."

Scarlett nodded understandably at his words, but just as she was about to respond, the man, who had already looked away, suddenly glanced at Donovan, his thin lips parting as he spoke coolly,

"You used my helicopter team."

As the head of the Chalmers family, he certainly didn't need to piggyback on anyone's ride.

Donovan remained unfazed, even reluctantly spreading his hands. "I had no choice. All the company's vehicles were sent out, and among the people I know, you're the only one who has their own personal helicopter team set up."

Samuel Chalmers, the high-end obsessive-compulsive who even insisted that his subordinates wear the same color and style of socks.

Not to mention his helicopters, which even had foot mats that matched perfectly.

While the three continued their conversation, the all-black helicopters had already begun to slowly take off, escorting the luxurious central helicopter, leaving in a grand fashion just as they had arrived.

After the helicopter team rumbled away, several security guards who had been watching from the villa looked at each other, starting their discussion.

"The one the helicopter picked up just now, was that the Garrison's eldest daughter?"

"Yes, it was her. I heard two days ago that she's not actually the Garrison's biological daughter, and she's been kicked out. I heard her real parents are from the mountains."

"The mountains? Look at this scene, does it look like she's from the mountains? Maybe her real parents are some big shots."

"Ha, if that's the case, General Manager Garrison would regret it to death."

Although the security office had strict regulations, in private, they often gossiped about these wealthy people residing in the villa district. But just then, one of them quickly shut his mouth, turning around to bow respectfully towards the gate.

It's always best not to talk about people during the day, wasn't that the Garrison's car?

Emma White and Isolde Garrison sat in the backseat, not glancing at the bowing security guards. As noble owners, they never paid attention to these societal underlings.

"Even though the final list of city representatives has been set, it hasn't been officially submitted. I've found out that the person responsible for submitting the final list is an executive from Jennings Group."

Speaking to Isolde Garrison, Emma White smiled contentedly. "Your father happened to strike a deal with Jennings Group two days ago, so we can just go through them."

Isolde was somewhat excited upon hearing that. "Jennings Group? Behind them is the Jennings Family, one of the Four Great Families! Dad actually managed to collaborate with them, that's impressive!"

Emma White was visibly proud, but she tried to maintain an indifferent demeanor.

"Indeed, it is the Jennings Family. Many people came with money to seek collaboration only to be ignored. But they proactively sought out your father. It shows our family's standing in Sea City. In the future, more people will be knocking on our door for collaboration."

Listening to this, Isolde's face lit up visibly with excitement. Being able to collaborate with the Jennings Family meant that soon they would break into Sea City's top circles.

In the future, the eligible bachelors she could choose from would be on a whole new level.

Indeed, ever since Scarlett left, their family's fortune had improved significantly!

"Great." Isolde said, with a hint of feigned modesty, "But if we directly ask them for help, won't they refuse?"

Emma was utterly confident. "They came to us seeking cooperation; since we're partners, helping with such a minor issue should be expected, right?"

She held Isolde's hand, reassuringly, "Don't worry. Mother will ensure you secure the city image representative spot! This is about our Sea City's image. That ungrateful vulture wants to take it from you? She's not even worthy!"

Isolde felt immensely proud inside. She already considered the city representative role as her own but still put on an obedient and non-competitive front.

After pausing for a moment, she asked, "Are we heading to the Jennings Group headquarters now?"

"We're not going to the headquarters," Emma said. "We are going directly to the Jennings Family."