Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 1134: Do You Plan to Stay a Coward Forever?

Could it be that she doesn’t remember all the things she’s done?Scarlett Yates hesitated about whether she should go out.

The assistant cried for a while, probably helpless against her, and ran out sobbing.

After the assistant left, Scarlett heard the clicking sound of high heels again. Alice Green seemed to have walked to the door and then closed the office door.

Once the door was closed, she turned around and slowly walked back to her original spot, sitting down as if she were at home.

She placed her bag to the side, stretched out ten slender, fair fingers. After admiring the rhinestones on her nails for a moment, she turned her head toward the vase and sneered, "Scarlett Yates, do you plan on hiding inside like a turtle forever?"

Inside the resting room.

Upon hearing Alice Green’s voice again, Scarlett was startled.

She actually knew she was in the small room?

Scarlett had been hesitating whether or not to go out, but it seemed now she had to.

Actually, she wasn’t afraid of facing Alice Green; she just didn’t want to see this woman.

She still remembered Alice’s terrifying, crazy appearance when she went berserk, like a madwoman.

She’s not afraid of normal people, but she feels a bit of fear when facing mad people.

Once someone enters a state of madness, they can do anything.

The last time, she was shouting about dying together and wanted to kill her.

Even after the man in sunglasses had taken her away, she could still hear Alice Green’s screams and curses.

Thinking of these things, Scarlett still had some lingering fear.

So before going out to see Alice Green, she sent a text message to Matthew Saxon and also hid a fruit knife in her coat.

Scarlett couldn’t quite remember how long it had been since she last saw Alice Green. It didn’t seem that long, but it also felt like many years had passed.

Because seeing Alice Green again felt almost like a lifetime had passed.

The last time she saw Alice Green, she was in such a pitiful state, exhausted and miserable, like a breathing, living ghost.

But now, Scarlett saw an Alice Green who had regained her former grace.

She tossed her red coat onto the sofa. Underneath was a black tight-fitting dress with a flared skirt that made her legs look exceptionally long, and her waist exceptionally slender.

Her long, soft straight hair had been curled, cascading over her shoulders in a voluminous wave.

Compared to her previous gentle and lovely look, the new style made her appear much more glamorous, full of feminine charm, no longer giving off that weak and delicate impression.

Her makeup was delicate, subtle, yet gave her a vibrant look.

Alice Green had changed.

This was Scarlett’s first impression upon seeing her.

She couldn’t quite describe all the changes, but the most noticeable one was she no longer embodied the weak and fragile image.

If Alice Green once resembled a small white flower battered by rain, evoking a protective instinct, now she was like a red rose.

A splendid rose every man would desire to pick.

It’s still the same face, but the feeling it gives is completely different.

This difference is not just a change in appearance but also the aura she exudes has completely transformed.