When There Is Nothing Left But Love
Chapter 81

Chapter 81

Like a devil, his mere presence instilled terror in others. Such was the description that fitted JohnStovall.

"You!" He hung up after spitting out the word sinisterly.

Just when a myriad of emotions was rushing through me, a message soon arrived from him. It read:Lucksville Lane 221, four o'clock. Letty, be there or be square.

As I held onto my phone, looking at his message time and again, I forced myself to calm down. Itried to convince myself that it was impossible for a person to fall into the same trap over and overagain.

Since I could not avoid John, I might as well brainstorm a way to make him stay away from me onhis own accord.

Bzzzzzzttt! My phone vibrated suddenly, indicating an incoming call.

It was Ashton. The moment I picked up the call, a frosty voice filled with indifference came from theother end of the line, “Get ready. You'll be accompanying me to a party later.”

Still feeling troubled because of the matter regarding John, I tried to come up with an excuse after apause, “Is it necessary for me to attend? I'm feeling a little unwell today. I want to stay home andhave a good rest.”

There was silence on the other end of the line before it was broken by his deep voice. “Is it veryserious?”

Shaking my head, I assured him, “It's not that serious, but I don't want to go out.”

After a pause, I asked tentatively, “Is the party important?”

“It's fine. Go ahead and have a good rest then.” His voice was low and almost devoid of anyemotions.

After hanging up the call, I sent a message to Macy. After that, I spent some time preparing beforegetting in my car and drove directly to the address sent by John.

It was four o'clock in the evening,

The sun was blazing and people were coming and going on the streets. The address

John sent me pointed to a high-end private dress shop.

Keeping my guards up, I did not step in immediately. Taking out my phone from my pocket, I calledJohn, yet I could not get through to him. Just then, a young lady in a green dress ambled out fromthe shop.

With a smile on her face, she looked at me and asked, “Are you Ms. Scarlett Stovall?”

Surprised, I nodded.

Still smiling, she said, “Please come in, Ms. Stovall. Don't worry. Mr. Stovall has given us hisinstructions. Please leave everything to us.”

I followed her up to the VIP room on the second floor. After giving some orders to a few people,she brought me to pick a gown.

I could tell what they were going to do since I wasn't a fool. That being said, I had no idea whatwasJohn actually up to. It wasn't before long before my phone was confiscated.

After that, I was escorted to the dressing table, the girl in green dress smiled at me and said, “Ms.Stovall, don't be nervous. Since Mr. Stovall has already prepared everything, all you need to do iscooperate with us.”

Within ten minutes or so, the whole process was done. Looking at my almost unrecognizable self inthe mirror, I frowned and felt displeased.

John himself did not show up but instead arranged for a black, sleek Bentley to wait for me outsidethe store. As I glanced at the car, I noticed that the chauffeur looked really young.

Feeling reluctant to get into the car, I stared at the man with my arms crossed and questioned,"What's the address? Since I have a car, I'll drive myself there.”

“Does this means that Ms. Stovall doesn't trust me?” the chauffeur asked with a smile on his face.

I nodded and replied curtly, “Yes.”

Perhaps he did not expect me to be so brusquely direct, he was slightly taken aback. It didn't takelong for him to recomposed himself though as he tried to convince me with a smile on his face, “Ms.Stovall, don't worry. Mr. Stovall just wants to bring you to a party where he hopes to introduce youto everyone.”

“Cut the crap and just tell me the address.” I wasn't going to let my guard down since I had no ideawhat John was up to.

In response, the chauffeur got out of the car and opened the door for me. With the smile stillplastered on his face, he said firmly, “Ms. Stovall, please don’t make things difficult for me. By theway, Mr. Stovall knows that you've given Ms. Markle a call. In fact, he has already sent someone topick her up too. Surely you don't want to trample on his kindness, right?”

Is this a threat?ls he using Macy to threaten me?

After mulling over it for a long while, I gave a bitter laugh and got into the car in an elegant fashion.I guess John really understood me, huh.

The chauffeur drove me to a resort located somewhere in the southern part which was more thanan hour's drive away. At first, I had no idea where I was being taken to.

However, after seeing the car driving into the golf course, which was located in the southernsuburbs, I instantly knew where I was. After all, J City was a famous ancient capital for threesuccessive empires back in the past. Despite the rapid infrastructure development andmodernization in this present day, it still managed to retain its cultural heritage of the old city.Although the place was not a military nor political capital, many great talents had been producedhere in the past century. As a result, many senior citizens who used to hold high positions in thecapital preferred to own a piece of real estate here in J City, seeking a stable investment for the nexthundred years for their offspring’s generation.

As such, these precious lands in the southern area of J City had become a melting pot for those withpower, prestige, and possessions. The saying that all were created equal was simply not true. For theordinary everyday folks, this luxurious land in the southern suburbs of J City was way beyond theirmeans even if they had strived and toiled hard for a hundred years.

Despite so, there were still many people who racked their heads daily to try to enter here. In theirminds, they thought that anyone they met here had the potential to be their life's benefactors andwould help them paved their way to success.

Upon entering the compound of the golf course, the car stopped. Someone came and ushered meout to get into another privately contracted black Bentley which was waiting by the side.

The moment I boarded the car, I saw John inside with his usual smug, masculine

aura and a gentle expression. A pair of clear, foxlike eyes were fixed on me as he greeted, “Scarlett!It's been a while!”

Unable to react in time, I propped my long skirt and wanted to get out of the car. However, it wastoo late as he wrapped his arms around me and pinned me to the seat. In a low voice, he whispered,“Be a good girl now, won't you? For our first encounter, I have hoped that we can be a tad moreromantic.”