Married to the Cold CEO

Chapter Fourteen

Scarlett froze and instinctively turned to catch a glimpse of Maxwell’s cold, distant back. A dark line seemed to streak across her forehead as she glared at Alex, “Who in your family, anyway? Don’t you dare pat yourself on the back!”

Alex’s face went white. “Tiff…Tiffany, why are you here? I thought I told you to stay in the design department!”

Tiffany’s voice trembled with anger as she spat, “If I stayed in the design department, I wouldn’t have heard your so-called ‘inspiring’ speech, would I? I just got our marriage license, and now you’re about to ditch me? Alex, has your conscience been eaten by dogs?”

Alex looked increasingly flustered, desperately trying to explain, “It’s not like that, Tiffany—listen to me, your reputation is in shambles. If you keep working at OceanSky, you’ll only drag the company down!”

He pressed on, “Just trust me: if you divorce me and admit that using Scarlett’s design files was a personal mistake—nothing to do with OceanSky—I’ll compensate you. OceanSky is our legacy; you wouldn’t want to see it ruined, would you?”

Tiffany, her eyes burning red with anger, glared incredulously at Alex and suddenly slapped him across the face. “Alex, you bastard! How can you spout such shameless words? Even now, you’re still thinking about ditching the weak for your own gain—do you really think that if I were to leave, OceanSky would be saved? Scarlett put so much effort into this setup; there's no way I’ll let you get away with it!”

After delivering the slap, Tiffany glared resentfully at Scarlett.

Alex, clutching his stinging cheek, turned to Scarlett and shook his head, “Scarlett, she’s always been soft-hearted—you’re not as cold-blooded as she is, are you? Say something, Scarlett!”

Hearing this, Tiffany lunged forward and grabbed Alex’s hair, nearly ripping him apart in her fury.

Startled by her wild behavior, Alex was forced to push her down onto the floor. He then looked anxiously toward Scarlett, as if trying to signal his stance.

Scarlett watched the two of them, locked in their own vicious brawl, with an expression as cold and impassive as ever. In that moment, it didn’t matter anymore—she would no longer trust either of those scumbags.

Calmly, she fixed her gaze on Alex and said, “Alex, every shameless person should have a bottom line, but clearly you have none. I was so blind, I fell for someone like you. You’d better take care of yourself.”

Without waiting for a reply, Scarlett turned to Maxwell and said, “Max… Sir, let’s go.”

Maxwell, seemingly in good spirits, snorted softly and walked out. Fuming, Alex shouted after them, “Scarlett, you fickle tramp! If you cozy up to Mr. Stone, you won’t get anything good in the end…”

Scarlett barked a retort silently as she followed Maxwell downstairs. They boarded a car, and instead of driving, Maxwell turned to her with a lingering look. “I thought you’d soften up,” he remarked coolly.

Scarlett paused, then laughed self-deprecatingly, “Then I must be so stupid I have no friends!”

Maxwell raised an eyebrow playfully, “Don’t you think you’re pretty dumb?”

Scarlett’s delicate face darkened instantly—could that even be true? Maxwell, ignoring her reaction, continued flatly, “Imagine if Alex recorded what you said—at the moment you admitted your scheme, all your previous efforts would be wasted!”

Scarlett froze, her face paling. “You mean he recorded it?”