Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 264

Maple Valley Villa.

Winter sunlight wasn't abundant. In the morning, the horizon was always shrouded in light mist. The fog drifted gracefully yet somehow gave people a sense of heaviness, making those present unconsciously open their mouths to breathe deeply.

"Mr. Russo!"

Scarlett came downstairs early in the morning.

Her condition was completely different from yesterday—she seemed very excited.

Libbie was making breakfast and heard Scarlett's energetic voice. She poked her head out from the kitchen and gestured with her eyes toward the adjacent room.

"Mr. Russo is in the study, Ms. Seymour. Why are you up so early today?"

"When you've slept enough, you naturally wake up." Scarlett walked toward the study. Just as she finished speaking, the study door was pushed open from inside.

Marco leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over his chest, his shirt buttons not completely fastened, revealing a small section of skin.

When Scarlett looked over, her gaze happened to fall on that patch of skin, but inexplicably, she thought of Sebastian.

Sebastian's skin was very fair, even fairer than ordinary fair skin. Thinking about it now, it was probably inherited from the Russo family genes.

"What do you need from me?"

Marco looked at her with raised eyebrows, his tone playful.

Yesterday's conversation between them hadn't gone smoothly.

In the end, they could even be said to have parted on bad terms.

However, Marco wouldn't quibble with a girl who hadn't fully grown up. In his view, both Scarlett and Sebastian were still children, except Sebastian was a more mature and steady child.

However, Scarlett didn't care at all about yesterday's unpleasant parting. She smiled. "Mr. Russo, I have something I'd like to discuss with you. Perhaps..." She raised her hand, indicating for Marco to return to the study. "It would be better if we went inside to talk."

Marco's smile faded somewhat, but only slightly.

After raising an eyebrow, he curved his lips, his eyes carrying some appreciation. "Alright, since you want to discuss something, let's discuss it."

Inside the study.

This house was actually an old building. After Marco and others bought it, they renovated it once, though only with minor soft furnishing renovations.

Whether due to blood relations or not, his aesthetic taste was similar to Sebastian's.

When entering the study, Scarlett even had the illusion she was in Sebastian's study, but looking around, there were plants everywhere—this definitely shouldn't be Sebastian's study.

Though their aesthetics aligned, Sebastian was peculiarly averse to placing various plants in his study, which was completely different from Marco.

"Have a seat."

The study was divided into reception and office areas.

After entering the study, Scarlett stopped in the reception area.

She sat on the sofa, her gaze reaching the desk in the office area, but due to the books and documents piled on the desk, she couldn't clearly see what was specifically placed there.

Marco sat on the small sofa across from her. Due to the sofa's size limitations, his long legs couldn't freely cross; they only spread slightly apart on either side.

"Letty, what do you want to discuss with me?"

After last night's conversation, Marco also realized that in Scarlett's perception, they weren't familiar with each other. Therefore, this time he went straight to the point without attempting small talk or pleasantries.

Scarlett was obviously more satisfied with this arrangement. "It's about what you said yesterday."

Marco felt understanding flash through his mind. This result was something he had predicted long ago, so he spoke confidently. "Don't worry, after returning last night, I had people investigate Mr. Seymour's past and what exactly happened before he went to Eldoria."

However, this statement didn't win Scarlett's praise but instead met with a shake of her head.

"No, Mr. Russo, I'm talking about Benjamin Cooper," Scarlett spoke with a smile, her crescent-shaped eyes falling on Marco's face, precisely analyzing his micro-expressions.

"Him?" Marco indeed had a prejudice against Benjamin. After hearing Benjamin's name, not only did his brow furrow, but his mouth also turned down, full of contempt.

Scarlett pretended not to see Marco's expression and continued speaking naturally. "Yesterday, Mr. Russo reminded me to stay away from Benjamin, but I don't understand why."

When discussing serious matters, Marco always liked to smoke while talking, but he couldn't smoke at the moment.

So he could only keep drinking water to relieve his oral discomfort.

"He's been hiding from those people for almost forty years." Marco's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice very low. After saying this, he glanced at Scarlett. "Do you think a normal person, after being tracked for nearly forty years, would have no impression of those chasing him?"

Scarlett was suddenly stunned, then immediately wanted to defend him.

"Why couldn't that be possible?"

Her words came urgently and quickly, startling Marco for a moment.

He frowned. "Forty years without any discoveries? You think that's normal?"

When asking this question, Marco looked Scarlett up and down, as if considering whether Scarlett possessed the same intelligence and thinking as himself.

"What if I were someone who asks nothing and would fully cooperate with whatever you want to do?" Scarlett frowned, spreading her hands, helpless yet carrying some seriousness. "In that case, could I still learn the truth about all this?"

Marco didn't know how to answer this question for a moment.

He frowned, his voice slightly low. "No, you wouldn't know all this."

As Sebastian's uncle, he was very clear that Sebastian would want to hide everything from Scarlett.

"There you have it." Scarlett laughed. "Then Mr. Russo's questioning of him doesn't hold up."

Marco looked at her, his desire to smoke rising again. He took a deep breath, his back teeth grinding slightly. "Letty, are you here to vindicate Benjamin? Why?"

Scarlett's eyes held laughter. "Of course, it's because I want to leave here and stay at Mr. Cooper's place for a while."

"Go to his place? No, Letty, that's impossible." Marco's expression remained serious, his voice low. Even without smoking, his voice had become somewhat hoarse.

"Why?"

Marco took a sip of water, his voice becoming clear again. "It wouldn't be safe. The villa is the safest place for you."

Scarlett wanted to say something, but was directly interrupted by Marco.

"I know what you want to say, but I don't want to hear it. In fact, I think such a person couldn't possibly give you the best protection."

Scarlett lowered her eyes. "But I don't think I need this level of protection."

Marco didn't speak, just quietly looked at her.

After pausing for a moment, Scarlett continued speaking. "Since you think there's a problem with Mr. Cooper's side, why not go with the flow?"

The meaning of entering the game personally was directly stated by Scarlett at this moment.

Marco's pupils dilated slightly.