All Chapters of Reborn 60 Days Before The Apocalypse: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Adrian!” Richard yelled before he even ended the call with Scarlett. “Good bye, Scarlett. I will keep you updated.”The junior attorney nearly jumped out of his shoes and shot out of his chair, running to his boss's office. “What? What is it?” he asked in a panic.Richard handed him a file. “I want you to file this in a courtroom at this very moment. I want a response before the end of the day.”Adrian took the file from Richard. It was Scarlett’s.Adrian took it and using all of his resources, made sure that the court accepted the case almost immediately, picking a date for the hearing.When the news came to Scarlett’s phone, she was in the middle of a personalized training session with Ryan.“Is that important?” Ryan asked her, moving between the rows of workout equipment that now filled her living room.Scarlett let out a small huff as she continued her run on the treadmill. “I can always attend to it later,” she whispered between pants, laser-focused on getting to the goal that R

“Jake completely lost it,” Adrian continued with amusement thick in his voice. “He took Ethan to Rachel's parents and showed them Rachel's prenatal records, along with all the evidence of her promiscuous lifestyle during college. Needless to say, her parents were furious."A small smile played on her lips as she heard Adrian’s excited tone. It was almost as though Richard and Adrian were more interested in the Miles family’s downfall than her.Adrian leaned forward on his desk. “That’s not all. He also filed a lawsuit against Rachel, demanding that she reimburse him for all the money he had spent raising Ethan over the years."Scarlett’s eyes slightly widened at that. “A lawsuit,” she muttered.Was Jake not supposed to be absolutely in love with Rachel?Adrian hummed, happy that she had finally given him the response he had been looking for.“There’s more. Jake argued that every dollar he spent on Rachel and Ethan came from the marital assets that belonged to both you and him. He's tr

The footage was brought up on the big screen and the property manager zoomed in on the screen.It showed a young boy, around seven or eight years old, carrying a heavy bag filled with food packets.“That is my dinner,” Scarlett said, her head snapping to the property manager.The property manager did not look the slightest bit surprised. “You were talking about Nicholas. Or Nicky as most people call him. He is a repeat offender.”What the hell was that supposed to mean? He was a little kid. Where were his parents?“It is usual for us to get reports about Nicky every other day. He causes quite a bit of trouble in the complex and bothers the other residents so much that some have snapped and called the police on him. I called him a repeat offender because this would not be the first time that he was stealing deliveries.”What on Earth…“Why won’t the police get involved? He is stealing—”“Firstly, he is under sixteen. Secondly, he is stealing food, meals that are barely five to ten doll

Very early the next morning, Scarlett was awoken with the news of a brand-new package being delivered. Intentionally, she decided not to go get it. If her instincts were right, it would not be long before the fish takes the bait. That day, Ryan had given her a day off from training. As much as she had protested, he insisted since she had been training everyday for hours on end. “The way you are going, you will burn out soon,” he said, looking at her with the most kind expression that she had seen him wear. “Rest.” Scarlett thought about it and eventually became grateful for her opportunity. In light of everything that had been happening, she had not been able to organize the pocket space. Besides the meals she had ordered from restaurants over the past few days, she had also stocked up on daily necessities from supermarkets. She had even bought bags of planting soil and vegetable seeds. At first, when she was getting some of these items, she felt crazy. How was she even sure that

Lara’s fury could barely be contained by several of the neighbors. Two people at a time would try to hold her down but she would throw them off, returning to punching her husband and his lover. “The police are here,” someone said, trying to pull her away. “This is assault. You might go to jail.” Lara did not relent so someone else yelled. “Think about your daughters. If they take you away, who will care for them? Him?” That got Lara to stop. She walked out of the apartment, heading back upstairs just as the police arrived on the eighth floor by the elevator. “Who is Scarlett Morrison?” one of the officers asked and all eyes turned to me. I raised my hand and they approached me, leading me away from the other neighbors. “Can you explain to us what happened?” one of the officers asked while the rest of them started to ask the neighbors questions. “I was woken up a few minutes ago by the noise so I came out to check and found out that my package had gone missing from my doorstep. W