She Approved the Split He Fell Apart Novel

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Scarlett’s POV

“So what did he took from your mom?” Lucas asks.

“Well…”

Lucas narrows his eyes: “Do you not know what it is?”

No. I didn’t go through with Sebastian’s “deal“, and in the end, I only got to know that Jack Fuller took something.

Damn that jerk.

“Then how is it different if I’m going instead of you?” Lucas lets out a

chuckle, seeing through my hesitation, “How were you even going to look for it though?”

“Well…”

“Yep, say no more,” Lucas concludes our conversation, realizing I have no good answer to his questions, “I’m not letting a pregnant woman climbing second–floor balconies to look for a maybe.”

“I can sort of tell Jack Fuller’s things apart from something that doesn’t belong to his office–”

“I’ll show you the study through video,” Lucas’s solution comes faster than my hard–came answer.

“If they catch me red–handed, I’m just a daughter sneaking around her adopted father’s study, but if you–”

“I won’t let them catch me.”

That concluded our discussion. The party started at dusk, and realizing I couldn’t change his mind, we came up with our new plan. We still move half an hour into the party – where the air just heats up and the whole house comes to life. Lucas will go into the study in my place, try out the password, and look for anything that doesn’t belong in that study. I will watch from my

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room

a wall away from it, and if anything goes wrong, I will crash the party and create a scene so Lucas can get back into my room – away from

everyone.

I hope nothing will go wrong because Sebastian is highly likely to be at the party. Actually that’s a certain yes. I have never seen Ava hosting a party without him. And if anyone can see through my plan, it’s him.

He knows me too well.

“I’m in,” Lucas mumbles as he checks the study’s door lock – it’s on. Though pushing it a bit by hosting a party at home, it’s a nothing misdemeanor. Even if Jack Fuller knows — and I think he did whenever Ava pulled this before, he wouldn’t really care. But entering his treasured study is a different thing.

Ava would not dare to leave his study open. She wouldn’t dare to even go in herself.

“Easy mission first,” Luncas bends over the safe, putting on a pair of white gloves before turning the dial with just two fingers, “okay, I don’t think your password is correct.”

He tried twice. So Jack Fuller changed it. Seriously? Same old trick from ten years ago? Well, he might be the same old fox, but I’m not falling for that again.

[New story coming up,] I text Adrian. That’s our code if the password was changed.

Jack Fuller changed the password, meaning whatever story he intended me to look at in the safe is no longer the same — or he wouldn’t need to change it. It would be less suspicious if I found the same story repetitively. He either made up a new story for me to see, or he would change into a new story after I opened his safe like he expected last week.

Either way, he is now forced to make a move, and moves leave traces. That’s where Adrian and his army of journalists come in– they are the best detectives. They follow stories – lies — their whole life, and sometimes they have to deal with cases with much softer evidence than what the police get.

We don’t need the police because we can’t prove any crime in Jack Fuller’s

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doing. But a dirty story about a local deep pocket? They can strip all his layers of cover like death ants.

“Anything odd or unfamiliar?” Lucas tried out the list I gave him for possible passwords, and is now showing the room through the camera phone in his chest pocket.

I have to admit how right Adrian was – it’s ridiculous to think a ten–year–old could have guessed the password to such an important safe with just the information of her adopted mom’s birthday.

“Not really…” I mumble as I stare hard at the nebulous image. I’m not in Jack Fuller’s study that much. I was in there a week ago, but only for a couple of hours. I took pictures but that’s far from being familiar with what’s supposed and not supposed to be there.

“Maybe-”

“Shh!” Lucas suddenly shushes, I didn’t hear anything, but the next second Lucas jumps into a dark corner beside the shelf like a leopard, and then the door opens-

“Knock it out!” Ava’s voice comes through my phone.