Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 262

Marco left the room after half an hour.

After he left, Libbie immediately came in to collect the teacup Marco had used.

While tidying up, Libbie glanced at Scarlett, who was curled up in the lazy chair with a book. Her eyes were unfocused, and though she held the book, she hadn't turned a page in several minutes.

Knowing her mind wasn't on the book in front of her, Libbie hesitated before speaking. "Ms. Seymour, would you like to take a walk in the garden downstairs?"

Under normal circumstances, this would be a decent suggestion.

But it was already dark now, Vesperia's winter was cold, and moreover, the garden was outdoors—there really wasn't much point in strolling through the garden at this time.

She tilted her head, leaning deeper into the sofa, her fingertips seemingly casually lifting a page, her voice carrying just the right amount of weariness. "No, I'm just a bit tired."

As soon as she finished speaking, a long yawn came at just the right moment, perfectly concealing the flash of contemplation in her eyes.

Seeing this, Libbie didn't say more and quickly finished tidying up before leaving.

After ten o'clock at night, the lights in various rooms of the villa went out, leaving only the dim yellow lights on the exterior walls still glowing.

Scarlett really did want to sleep, but for some reason, she couldn't fall asleep at all, lying in bed.

Whenever she closed her eyes, she would think of what Marco had said.

He clearly knew she was in contact with Benjamin, but when exactly did he find out? And how much did he know?

The thought that her every move might be monitored by Sebastian's people made Scarlett extremely anxious.

She tossed and turned like this, the mattress making soft rustling sounds from her movement. The dim yellow light from outside filtered through the sheer curtains, casting mottled shadows on the light wooden floor.

Scarlett stared at it in fascination until her arm went numb from being pressed, finally remembering to change positions.

She raised her hand, turned on the bedside lamp, propped herself up to sit against the headboard, her mind constantly revolving around Marco's demand—stop contacting Benjamin.

Did Sebastian know about this?

She wondered. If Marco could monitor her contact with Benjamin, then Sebastian would inevitably know about it too. But they had talked on the phone not long ago, and he hadn't mentioned this at all.

Could it be that Marco hadn't told Sebastian about this at all? Or perhaps... this monitoring was just Marco's own initiative? Not Sebastian's instruction.

Scarlett looked at the phone on her bedside table and reached for it. This phone originally had no protective case, but after coming into Scarlett's hands, it had been fitted with a cute phone case.

The rubber phone case felt cool to the touch for a moment, then warmed with her palm's temperature.

The phone was Sebastian's previous personal item, and she had taken it directly from Sebastian's hands. No one else had touched it since then, so logically, Marco shouldn't have had any opportunity to wiretap this phone.

But if that were the case, how did he find out about her contact with Benjamin?

Puzzled, Scarlett turned the phone over and over, trying to find any installed listening devices.

She removed the phone case, checking the front, back, and sides, but found no hidden tools whatsoever.

"Could it be software?"

She muttered to herself, her tone puzzled and somewhat nervous.

However, there weren't many apps on the phone—most were built-in phone software, and even the downloaded apps were all installed by Scarlett herself, so there was no way they could be monitored by the other party.

The thoroughly examined phone was casually placed on the bed, while its owner leaned over the bed edge, peering underneath.

Scarlett stretched her arm in a twisted posture, straining to reach under the bed to explore. Finding nothing, she had to feel along the bed frame's position.

But still no results.

By this time, Scarlett was beginning to doubt her own thoughts. She had searched every possible location in the room where listening devices could be hidden, but found absolutely nothing.

She stood up, supporting herself on the bed edge, feeling both puzzled and horrified by the sensation of being watched.

Marco's reminder didn't have any particular significance for her, but the feeling of having her every move observed in secret was unpleasant.

Yet there wasn't a single item in the room that proved Marco's surveillance existed. Could his knowledge of this matter just be coincidental?

Her peripheral vision swept toward the phone on the bed, her eyes darkening slightly as her fingertips deftly pressed a string of numbers.

After two rings, Benjamin's voice came through the receiver. "Ms. Seymour, what's wrong?"

Scarlett licked her lips, her voice kept very low but unusually firm. "Mr. Cooper, I'm afraid I need your help right now."

There was a pause on the other end, Benjamin's voice carrying surprise. "Help? As far as I know, Mr. Howard is protecting you very well. He should satisfy all your reasonable requests."

Hearing this from Benjamin was something Scarlett had never expected.

She was stunned for a moment, feeling like bubbles were rising in her heart, wave after wave of bitterness that made even her breathing heavy.

The change immediately caught Benjamin's attention.

"Ms. Seymour?"

Scarlett suddenly came back to herself, the moisture in her eyes hidden as she lowered her gaze, the trembling in her heart gradually quieting under the pressure of her palm. "It's nothing. I don't want to explain the reasons, but I very much hope Mr. Cooper can help me with this favor."

Benjamin pondered for a moment, seeming conflicted, but soon his voice came again. "I'm afraid I can't make decisions about this matter."

"You can't make decisions?" Scarlett was truly shocked, her eyes widening slightly, obvious surprise coloring her voice. "If you can't make decisions about this, then who can?"

"Kevin, my good friend. You should have met him."

Scarlett wasn't familiar with the name Kevin, but when she heard the latter half of Benjamin's statement, understanding gradually dawned in her eyes. "Ah, you mean the person who gave me your contact information?"

"Exactly." Benjamin lifted the blanket covering him, pride in his voice. "That's him. He's helped me a lot. Without him, there wouldn't be the me of today."

Hearing Benjamin's regard for Kevin, Scarlett couldn't help but become curious about this Kevin.

"Is that so? I wonder if Kevin would be willing to help me."

"I can ask him for you, but first, I want to know—what kind of help do you want from us?" Benjamin got up from the sofa, slowly walking toward the study. "Kevin is very warm-hearted. He doesn't know how to refuse others."

His voice lowered, carrying some mystery and pride.

Listening to this, Scarlett couldn't help but laugh softly, finally getting some release from the turmoil Marco had stirred in her heart. At the same time, she became even more puzzled by Marco's warning.

Though she hadn't actually met Benjamin in person, she could sense he was a very decent person.

But what if all this was just a pretense?

So that's why Marco had given such a warning.