Chapter 371 - Scarf

Janet thumped down on the carpet. "Damn, you're all lying. What should I do now? I'm pregnant. My parents would go crazy if they knew my boyfriend doesn't even have a house! They won't let us get married! They won't let me keep the baby!" Janet looked at Sydnee and begged, "Can you sell this apartment to us? Just make it cheaper. I know you have other houses. You surely have enough of them. Please sell it to us!"

"What are you talking about? Of course I need it." Sydnee looked at Janet in puzzlement. "And no, I can't sell it to you. You can't even afford the down payment. But you can go somewhere else and look for a cheaper one. Three bedrooms and two living rooms would be fine. It would be so much less stressful. You and your boyfriend are young, and you can still work hard for it."

"But you do nothing and still have so many houses!" Janet's eyes reddened from jealousy. "All that bullshit about working hard ... Just reduce the price and sell it to us! You're killing us!"

"Because my boyfriend is rich, so I don't have to work at all," Sydnee said, deliberately outrageous. "He doesn't want me to work that hard. Are you jealous? That's what I want. Remember not to show your affection in public. You can have true happiness without showing off to us."

Janet shouted, "You..."

"I'm not a fool. Why would I reduce the price? I have no problem with more money. Besides, are we friends or something? You've been looking down on me. I'm not stupid. Why should I sell my apartment to someone who hates me?" Sydnee kept saying and made a conclusion. "So, my advice is to earn your money, buy more houses, or find a rich boyfriend."

Janet's boyfriend tensed up and said in a hoarse voice, "Janet, I'll work hard and buy a house."

The girls felt bad for Janet and her boyfriend. Although they enjoyed the drama just now, some of Janet's friends couldn't help but speak up for her. "Sydnee, Janet is pregnant. They want to get married earlier, so they rent this apartment. I bet that her boyfriend also thought so. So, do you want to take a second thought and sell this apartment to them?"

Sydnee turned around and looked at the girl. "Lexi, quick question. If you were me, now your classmate wants to buy this apartment. However, she doesn't like you. She caused trouble for you in class and said bad things about you behind your back. Every time she sees you, she speaks in a weird tone. So basically, you two are just classmates. But someday, she suddenly came to you and wanted to buy your apartment. It's not very expensive, only 2.6 million. But she wanted you to reduce the price. It would be best if you only ask for 600,000. Now do you think it's okay?"

Lexi was lost for words.

"Yeah, you all think she's pitiful. It's not your apartment, so you can't feel the same way. I'll be the villain if I don't sell it to her. She's the victim. Oh right, she's pregnant. She's also a pregnant victim."

Her classmates all fell silent.

"Never mind. I'm rich and have some property. I'm sinner. I've got money and two apartments. That's my greatest sin."

They remained silent.

The girls were persuaded and nodded. Yeah, Sydnee was right. They shouldn't put moral pressure on Sydnee just because she had some apartments.

Janet was stunned when she heard Sydnee's words. Sydnee was showing off while acting pitiful. Janet had never known that that Sydnee got quite a way with words.

Sydnee sniffed and said to the fat manager, "Whatever." Then, she pretended to wipe away tears and ran out.

Eliot immediately followed her.

Janet was still sitting on the ground, so the fat manager reached his hand out and tried to help her up. "Well, Miss Janet, could you get up? The carpet is from France, and its' made of black swan's velvet. It's authentic and very expensive. Don't wrinkle it."

Now the manager knew that Sydnee did not wish to rent the apartment to Janet.

...

When Sydnee got to the elevator door, she heard Janet wailing in the apartment.

...

Eliot came after Sydnee. After they entered the elevator, Eliot smiled. "Not bad."

"Sure."

However, Sydnee was still not as good as Emily.

They went out of the building, and Sydnee stared at the Rolls-Royce at the door. "How much did it cost?"

"1,000 an hour." Eliot smiled.

Sydnee said seriously, "I will remember this."

"That painting..." They got in the car and drove away. Then Eliot asked, "Did you buy that painting?"

Emily had concealed a lot of things from Eliot, so Sydnee wouldn't tell him the truth. She smiled embarrassedly, "Yeah. It cost me over a million."

Sydnee thought that Eliot would ask her where she got the money, just like Janet. But Eliot only asked, "Do you know my sister Emily?"

Eliot stressed Emily, not Elsie.

"Sure. She's a big star." Sydnee didn't mean to joke about it. She looked gentle.

Eliot thought that nobody would hang a painting by an unknown artist on their wall. Sydnee must know Emily. Moreover, Sydnee didn't seem to be infatuated with Vincent, so she would not buy those paintings just because Vincent liked them.

Then there was only one reason.

"I mean in private? Do you know her?"

Sydnee smiled awkwardly. "I only met her at the banquet. We had exchanged some words. So basically, I know her. But I've never seen her in private later. I like her very much. She is a good girl."

However, when Sydnee said that, she only thought of Emily smashing Marquise's head with a beer bottle.

Eliot remained silent for a long time. But he had this guess.

He thought that Sydnee knew Emily. It was also because of Emily that Sydnee had done her best to help him all the time.

Sydnee didn't buy the painting. Emily sent it to her.

Eliot thought that Emily had bought the two apartments in the name of Sydnee. Emily might even have asked Sydnee to lend him the money.

Emily was rich. Her painting was sold for six million.

It was Vincent.

Eliot suddenly remembered what Elsie had said at the roadside.

"Did you see him? It's that man. He comes to her room every day. I hear the balcony door open every night... She's not stupid, Eliot! She caused trouble for us and sent mom to jail. She even got you kicked out and my hand..."

At Elsie's birthday party, Vincent was outside Emily's balcony.

Eliot also remembered that Emily and Vincent were upstairs when he fought with Marquise.

Rolando was a good swimmer. How could he fall into the water? And Emily saved him in time?

Why would a cold man like Vincent cooperate with the Britt Group at that time?

Why did Vincent get him out of the police station back then?

And why was Emily's painting hung in the corridor of the Dalton Hotel?

Elsie was right. Emily must know the owner of the Dalton Hotel and Vincent.

"I kissed him."

Eliot remembered that Emily said that in a timid voice.

And he asked her, "Why?"

What did Emily say?

"He's handsome."

No, Emily had been lying to him all the time. It was not because Vincent was handsome. Emily had known Vincent for a long time.

...

"Sydnee told me everything."

On the sofa in the living room, Eliot looked at Emily and asked, "How much longer are you gonna keep me in the dark?"

"Eliot."

Emily put down the teacup and looked at Eliot. "Sometimes, seeing is not believing. And you might not hear the truth."

Eliot replied with a strange look, "I never expect you to say that to me."

...

Emily changed the topic, "No, I mean, Sydnee is a good girl. She means it when she treats you that well. She's very nice."

Eliot took a sip of tea.

He remembered that Sydnee answered the phone. The policeman sounded quite excited on the other end. "You're looking for me? I was working outside, so I didn't check my phone. What's up?"

Sydnee whispered, "Nothing. I've solved this."

Eliot was speechless.

After Sydnee hung up, Eliot looked at her in displeasure. "You asked him to play your boyfriend?"

Sydnee did not realize that Eliot was angry. She nodded and said, "Yeah, but he has something to do."

"So, I was the last one you called for help?" Eliot asked.

...

Now Sydnee realized that Eliot sounded annoyed. "Well ... if you also had something to do, you could not come here with me. When I called you, I had got a perfectly good reason for you. You were going to discuss business with a client! You don't have to come over at all."

...

However, Sydnee felt that things got tenser after she said that.

"You could get off the car now. I'm going to return it," Eliot said after a long time of silence.

"Oh, alright." Sydnee got out of the car and ran away soon.

When Eliot returned home, he received a message from Sydnee. It was not an apology nor a thank you, but...

"I'm still wearing your scarf."

Eliot closed his eyes.

...

"How do you know that Sydnee is very nice? Do you know her?" Eliot asked.

"Harold told me." Emily found a good excuse.

...

"Alright, I'll come again when you decide to tell me the truth." Eliot stood up.

"Eliot."

Emily also stood up. "Thank you for forgiving me."

"I didn't forgive you." Eliot didn't look back. "We'll talk about it when you get ready to tell the truth."

He walked forward and suddenly stopped. Then he turned around, walked back and threw something to Emily.

Emily reached out her hand but failed to catch it. The red thing smashed onto her and fell to the ground. When she picked it up, Eliot had walked out of the room.

It was a thick red envelope with a little rabbit on it. There were also three big words written by Eliot: Happy New Year.

Eliot had been giving Emily red envelopes all these years, wishing her happiness in the New Year.

Emily took the red envelope and finally revealed an innocent smile like other girls at her age.

Eliot had forgiven her, even if he refused to admit it.