All Chapters of Regret After Divorce: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Scarlett’s POV:Eleanor had a point.I hesitated for a moment before sighing softly. “Let’s see how things go. Where are those properties you mentioned?”“Right under the tree up ahead.”Eleanor pointed toward the window. “You can see them from here!”I stepped out of the bathroom and walked toward the window.Fortunately, I had drawn the curtains as soon as I entered the room, so I wouldn’t be caught on camera.I gently peeked through a small opening and looked down.It was too dark outside, so I could only vaguely make out a black sedan parked beneath the tree.I frowned. “The car doesn’t look like a paparazzi vehicle. Eleanor, did you misidentify it?”“I couldn’t tell what kind of car it was!” She scratched her forehead.I kept staring at the car, a sudden suspicion rising in my mind.“Go down and check

Davis’s POV:An hour and a half later, I pulled my car into the villa’s courtyard.I got out, clutching the medicine as I hurried toward the entrance.I rang the doorbell, and Eleanor came to open it.Eleanor and I exchanged a nod.“Mr. Robinson is over by the sofa.”“Thank you,” I said as I stepped inside.Over by the sofa, Mr. Robinson leaned back with his eyes closed, his expression guarded.“Mr. Robinson.” I approached him, bowing slightly. “I brought your medication.”He opened his eyes, sat up, and said, “Hand it over.”I passed him the medicine.He popped two stomach pills into his mouth, and I picked up the water glass from the table to hand it to him.After taking the pills, he set the glass down.Eleanor approached, concern in her gaze. “How are you feeling now, Mr. Robinson?”He gave a faint n

Scarlett’s POV:“…” Great. Was this a veiled threat? Meaning if I refused these arrangements, Everett would come before me every single day, aggressively asserting his presence? This man truly never changed his ways. That overbearing streak in his bones just wouldn’t go away!My expression remained impassive as I addressed Davis, “Go back and tell Everett that threatening me is useless. Take both the person and the item with you now.”He looked at me with pleading eyes. “Miss Scarlett, for the sake of our three years as colleagues and our relatively smooth collaboration, have mercy on me. Please let Uncle Donald, Miss Mona, and these things stay. Mr. Robinson said if I can’t convince you, he will send me to Africa…”“Is that so? Should I buy you a plane ticket then?”“…”I arched an eyebrow, my lips curving into a smile as I looked at him. &ldq

Scarlett’s POV:After all the commotion, Davis finally completed his task for the day.Uncle Donald and Miss Mona were both kept on, along with the nutritional supplements.I immediately drafted an agreement. My only condition was that Everett must not interfere with my private life or relationships under the pretext of the child.I handed the handwritten agreement to Davis.He accepted it, checked the time, and said, “If Miss Scarlett has no further instructions, I will return to report. As for Uncle Donald and Miss Mona, though hired by Mr. Robinson, from now on they will follow your arrangements in all matters.”I gave a faint nod before turning my gaze to Donald and Mona. “There is no need to be overly formal. If you have any questions, feel free to ask my personal assistant, Eleanor.”Donald nodded hastily. “Miss Scarlett, I am responsible for your nutritional meals. May I assist Miss Eleanor n

Eleanor’s POV:At 12:30 PM, a stretch Rolls-Royce pulled into the courtyard of the villa.I was the first to rush out upon hearing the car’s approach.After the car stopped, John Clarke, Uncle Mason’s personal assistant, stepped out of the driver’s seat and opened the rear door.Uncle Mason stepped out, dressed in a bespoke suit. His closely cropped jet-black hair gave him a sharp, energetic look. Though past fifty, he still radiated vigor. The faint wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, etched by time, only added to his mature, masculine charm.He turned and reached out to support his wife, Lucy Murphy.A fair hand rested on the man’s broad palm, and immediately, an elegant figure stepped out of the car.The woman stood beside her husband, her slightly wavy long hair framing a delicate face. The shape of her eyes and nose bore a striking resemblance to Scarlett’s, though her gaze was gentler. Especi