Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 104

Sebastian's intentions were clear—he planned to accompany them the entire time.

Tiffany was naturally delighted, while Sylvia and Scarlett instantly became unhappy. 

But Sebastian acted as if he couldn't see their displeasure and simply followed the manager into the house ahead of them.

"You're buying this house? That means we'll be neighbors!" Sylvia's voice was excited behind them.

Scarlett sighed. "I still have to work, and this place is far. I'll probably only come on weekends."

"You don't have a car?" Sylvia seemed surprised. After all, Scarlett wasn't just a Howard family member now—she had been a Seymour daughter before that. How could she not have her own transportation?

As a Myers lady, Sylvia had her own car even at sixteen.

Scarlett felt awkward. "I don't..."

"Your car—I'll have Mark bring it over tonight," Sebastian called back from ahead of them.

Only then did Scarlett remember that Sebastian had given her a car before, which was still sitting in the Windchime Villa garage. The money he had transferred back to her remained untouched in that same account.

There wasn't much to see in the villa since Scarlett had been involved in the interior design and was familiar with every brick and tile.

By the time they came out, Sebastian had already signed the purchase contract, which was quickly handed to Scarlett. 

Looking down, she noticed the buyer's name hadn't been filled in. Then a pen appeared in front of her.

"Write your name," Sebastian said, his voice deep with a hint of amusement. He seemed to be in a good mood today.

Scarlett took the pen, hesitated for several moments, then wrote her name. She sneaked a glance at Sebastian's face, and seeing no reaction, her heart skipped a beat.

Sebastian took back the signed contract. They waited in the Maybach for a while before the manager hurried over with a manila envelope.

"Ms. Seymour, your documents."

Scarlett accepted the envelope, her fingertips gently caressing the weighty paper inside. 

The stone that had been hanging in her heart finally dropped. With this copy of the deed in her possession, the house truly belonged to her—the Howard family couldn't take it back now.

The Maybach quickly started up and drove down the mountain.

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Sylvia never imagined that what should have been a fun music festival outing with her new friend would suddenly include Sebastian.

She sat in the back with Scarlett, completely unconcerned about treating Sebastian like their chauffeur.

"Does the Howard family value you that much?" Sylvia asked, confused. "When my mother came back from the Howard family dinner, she said they were merely putting on a show with you."

Yet now, Sebastian seemed quite attentive toward Scarlett—gifting her a Skylake Road house and accompanying her to a music festival.

Scarlett glanced at Sebastian driving up front. "Well, I have a grandfather, after all."

The "grandfather" she referred to certainly wasn't George. 

In truth, Richard hadn't treated Scarlett well when he was alive. While he hadn't openly belittled her like David and the others, he had essentially ignored her. 

It was precisely this attitude that had emboldened the Seymour family members.

Scarlett never expected that after Richard's death, she would actually benefit because of him. 

The property deed for Skylake Road Number Five now clearly bore her name. This house truly belonged to her. She carried that deed copy in her bag, feeling its weight like a hot coal.

When they arrived at the festival, Sylvia assumed Sebastian would join them, but he showed no intention of getting out of the car.

"What time does it end?" Sebastian asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Eight o'clock." Sylvia didn't dare lie to him.

Scarlett guessed his meaning. "We can take a taxi back if needed."

But Sebastian just gave her a look. "I'll be waiting here at seven-fifty."

They had no chance to refuse. Sylvia was actually quite satisfied with this arrangement and quickly pulled the still-protesting Scarlett away.

However, a hand with slightly rolled-up sleeves extended from the car window.

"Give me your things," Sebastian said, looking directly at Scarlett.

Scarlett paused, following his gaze to her large handbag.

"With so many people, it would be troublesome if you lost anything."

Sebastian was being thoughtful, but his thoughtfulness seemed excessive. 

Yet Scarlett realized carrying the property deed in a crowd might indeed be risky. She obediently handed her bag to Sebastian, keeping only her phone.

After taking her bag, Sebastian waved them off. He didn't immediately drive away, waiting until he saw them enter the festival grounds before putting out his cigarette and leaving.

The music festival hadn't officially started yet. People were scattered across the grass, relaxing on blankets. Several social media personalities could be spotted among the crowd.

Scarlett followed Sylvia down a small path leading to the temporary backstage area.

"Ms. Myers!"

There weren't many people backstage, but almost everyone recognized Sylvia. Their respect toward her seemed tinged with a hint of fear.

Scarlett found this fascinating. Being in management herself, she was familiar with such attitudes. After the umpteenth greeting, she turned to look at Sylvia.

"Okay, fine—this is actually my band," Sylvia admitted without resistance.

Scarlett didn't seem surprised at all. "That's great, isn't it?" She was more puzzled by Sylvia's resigned attitude.

"My mom doesn't allow it!" Sylvia complained. "She had her own band when she was young, but she won't let me near one." 

"Please don't tell my mom about this!" she added, pressing her palms together in a pleading gesture.

"Maybe your mother has her concerns," Scarlett replied diplomatically. She had heard about the chaotic situations in bands and worried Sylvia might be getting in over her head.

To her surprise, Sylvia laughed. "I'm not a band member."

Scarlett tilted her head. "Then what are you?"

"I'm the owner of this band," Sylvia said with a grin.

Now Scarlett was genuinely confused. "If you're running it as a business, what's there to disapprove of?"

"That, I don't know either."

As they were talking, another group entered from outside.

"It's pretty hot today. Let's get something icy."

"Do they have cola?"

"It's scorching. I should've just gone to work."

Scarlett found these voices somewhat familiar. Turning to look, she was surprised to see people she knew.

She didn't recognize the first three people who entered, but the three following behind were increasingly familiar—from front to back: Ethan, Dennis, and Chris.