Chapter 97

Scarlett had no intention of apologizing to Isabella, and she was seriously let down by Michael after today's events. She was holding a grudge against him and had no intention of saying sorry to him either.

Her parents, seeing how stubborn she was being, were at a loss for words. They just told her to think it over and left it at that.

After trashing her room, Scarlett decided she needed a drink to forget her troubles for a while.

She had the maid clean up the mess and then drove herself to a bar.

The commercial street was buzzing with life, full of well-dressed people hugging and even making out in public. The vibe was all about freedom.

Scarlett parked her car under the flickering neon lights and walked into a bar.

The place was called 'Lightning Speed,' and it was actually Scarlett's own bar, a spot she opened mainly for her and her friends to hang out.

She found a booth, sat down, and asked the waiter to bring out her best bottle of wine.

The bar's security guards knew the drill and stood nearby, keeping any guys from bothering her.

In her sexy red dress, black stockings, and red high heels, Scarlett looked absolutely stunning, oozing a seductive charm.

She took a sip of her wine, holding it in her mouth for a moment. The simple act made the security guard watching her swallow hard.

Scarlett knew she was being watched, but she liked it. In this bar, she felt like a queen, commanding everyone's attention.

'I'm amazing, so why doesn't Michael want me or even glance my way? I'm clearly a hit with the guys,' she thought, feeling a bit down. She set her glass down and glanced at the men sneaking peeks at her.

A smirk crossed her face. 'These guys are so beneath Michael. The man I want has to have some serious class.'

Just then, a security guard came over and whispered to her, "Ms. Ramirez, someone wants to see you. Says he has a business proposition."

Scarlett looked over to where the guard pointed and saw a young, handsome guy with blond hair and blue eyes, but he had a bit of a rogue look to him.

A mocking smile played on Scarlett's lips. Every guy who tried to hit on her always had some excuse, and "business" was the most common one.

"Alright, bring him over. I'm bored; this might be fun," she said, signaling to the guard, who brought the young man over.

The guy's eyes flicked to her stockings and heels, a lecherous glint in his eyes before he swallowed.

"Hey there, beautiful. I'm Bob Reed," he said, extending his hand for a shake. But Scarlett just held her wine glass and gave him a look.

"Not everyone gets to shake my hand. So, you want to talk business? What kind of business?" she asked, setting down her glass and fixing her captivating eyes on Bob with a hint of a smile.

Bob was a bit miffed at first when Scarlett didn't shake his hand, but his heart started pounding when he saw her stunning face.

"I've got something that can make you a ton of money! Just let me sell it here. I'll give you twenty percent of the profits-no, thirty percent!" Bob said, pulling out a small bag of white powder from his pocket, thinking it would seal the deal.

Scarlett's smile vanished, and her eyes turned icy. "You want to sell drugs in my bar? Didn't anyone tell you I don't allow that crap here?"

She slammed the table, and the security guards were on Bob in a flash, grabbing him.

"Throw him into the river to cool off," Scarlett ordered coldly.

The guards started dragging Bob out, ready to toss him into the water.

Bob panicked. He knew the bar had a strict no-drug policy, but he thought his charm might win Scarlett over. He had even promised his boss he'd get the job done. If he failed, his boss might cut off one of his hands.

"Wait, Ms. Ramirez, please give me a chance! I'll do anything for you," Bob begged desperately.

Suddenly, Scarlett had an idea and waved her hand.

The guards let go of Bob, who dropped to his knees in front of Scarlett.

"Ms. Ramirez, as long as you agree to my request, I'll do anything you want!" Bob pleaded.

Scarlett's eyes narrowed as she thought of a new plan against Isabella.

"I need you to follow someone and plant your drugs in her bag. I'll send you her photo and details soon. If you can pull it off, I'll let you sell your stuff here," Scarlett said, a wicked smile spreading across her face like an evil Medusa.

Bob nodded eagerly. For a small-time crook like him, planting something in someone's bag was a piece of cake.

After hashing out the plan with Bob, Scarlett let him go. She had someone tail Bob to make sure he didn't double-cross her and arranged for Isabella's photos and info to be sent to him discreetly.

Scarlett's plan was simple: frame Isabella by planting drugs on her. She knew Kenna hated drugs. If he found out Isabella was using or involved with drugs, he'd put a stop to Michael and Isabella's marriage.

Isabella had no clue Scarlett was plotting against her again.

The next morning, Isabella got up, did her makeup, and put on new clothes because Michael was taking her on a city tour.

When Michael and Isabella arrived at a city landmark, Scarlett, who had been tipped off, sent their location to Bob.

Bob got to work right away, gathering a bunch of his thug friends to make sure the mission went off without a hitch.

Scarlett, hearing that Bob had started the job, smirked. After framing Isabella, she'd deal with Bob. A proud swan like her would never agree to the demands of a lowly toad like him.

Poor Bob had no idea that once he completed the task, he would be as good as dead.