Let Me Go, Mr. Howard Chapter 281

Sebastian's kiss was domineering, carrying a harsh, punishing edge.

Scarlett couldn't handle it and kept retreating.

But Sebastian's palm held her lower back captive, leaving her nowhere to escape.

"Sebastian!"

She finally found an opening and pushed with both hands, but Sebastian grabbed her wrist and pressed it against his lower abdomen, rubbing it there.

The sensation against her palm instantly made Scarlett's face burn. She immediately tried to pull away, but Sebastian held her hand firmly in place, giving her no chance to break free.

"Jacob!"

Just as Sebastian was pushing Scarlett down onto the bed, Marco's voice came from outside.

"Mr. Russo is here." Scarlett's voice was small, tight with nervousness.

She lay on the bed, her hair spread out like seaweed against the white sheets. Her lips were red and glistening, even her pink-tinged eyes shimmering with moisture.

Sebastian braced himself above her, his palm tightening slightly, veins bulging on his forearm.

"I know."

Those simple words came out practically through gritted teeth.

Scarlett pushed at him. "Then move!"

Sebastian let her force push him to the side, sprawling carelessly on the bed.

By the time Scarlett had composed herself and turned around, the first thing she saw was that eye-catching area. Equal parts embarrassed and anxious, she grabbed a nearby pillow and tossed it onto Sebastian.

"Mr. Russo is coming!" she urged again.

Sebastian propped himself up to sit, his other hand resting on the pillow, covering himself as Scarlett wanted.

Just as he sat up, Marco walked over.

"Jacob." Marco poked his head into the room from outside, his gaze landing on Sebastian. The other man's posture wasn't awkward, but male instinct instantly told him Sebastian's current state.

His words halted.

That wasn't a big deal, but it made Scarlett break out in a nervous sweat.

"Mr. Russo, what's wrong?" she quickly asked, wanting to escape this compromising situation as soon as possible.

Marco was a sharp man—he immediately understood. With a cheerful laugh, he patted Scarlett's shoulder and ushered her out. "Olivia's waiting for you outside."

"Olivia?" Scarlett heard the name for the first time, repeating it with confusion.

"My wife, Olivia Russo." Marco smiled, guiding Scarlett to the aircraft stairs and pointing at a woman talking to someone below. "She's waiting for you."

Scarlett followed his finger and immediately locked eyes with Olivia, looking up.

Before she could react, Olivia spoke first. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was high and clear enough to carry across the distance.

She apparently knew Scarlett only spoke English.

So she called out loudly in English, "Letty! Thank God you arrived safely!"

Olivia was remarkably familiar, as if they were old friends reuniting after years—if Scarlett hadn't been certain they'd never met, she might have believed it.

"Go with Olivia. Jacob and I will join you shortly."

Marco patted Scarlett's back gently.

As he spoke, Olivia had already reached them. "Letty, did you sleep well last night?"

Scarlett barely had time to respond to Marco, only managing a quick nod before turning to Olivia. "Pretty well, Mrs. Russo."

"Just call me Olivia." Olivia laughed, correcting Scarlett's form of address. Her peripheral vision caught Marco, and she nodded lightly at him. "I'll take Letty back first. Have Tommy drive you two over later."

Marco nodded and headed back into the cabin.

When he returned, Sebastian had already emerged from the room, his expression natural, nothing about him appearing remotely off.

As Marco entered, his gaze swept over the other man before returning to his face.

"Problem?"

Sebastian's expression was bland, his eyes almost following Marco's gaze, his tone slightly irritated.

"Nope." Marco shook his head, of course. "Tommy's waiting for us."

Hearing that name, Sebastian's brow furrowed. "You're still using him?"

Tommy Crowe was from the previous generation of the Russo family, possessing solid hacking skills.

"If you can introduce me to a new Tommy, maybe I'll let him retire." Marco spread his hands, his tone helpless.

Sebastian downed a gulp of ice water. "That might be difficult."

"Alright, let's go. We're busy now." Marco stepped forward, slapping Sebastian's shoulder and half-dragging him outside.

Tommy's car had been waiting below.

It was an old Ford, probably a model from over a decade ago.

Walking down the stairs, Marco squinted at Tommy below and the vintage Ford behind him.

"Christ, that guy brought out his old beast again."

Sebastian had no particular interest in cars, but his privileged background had made him familiar with luxury vehicles. Hearing Marco's complaint, he looked up to see a noticeably overweight man standing before an old Ford.

The car was indeed old, but well-maintained—not appearing decrepit, just carrying an obvious retro charm.

The man standing before it was old, too. His skin had begun to wrinkle like water-soaked leather, even the flesh at his eye corners sagging downward, half-covering his pale blue eyes.

"Hey, Marco." His voice was also hoarse, sounding weak and without strength.

After greeting Marco, Tommy's gaze shifted to Sebastian.

"Jacob? You've grown so much." He extended his hand, gripping Sebastian's for a long moment, his clouded pale blue eyes scanning Sebastian's face up and down. "You look a lot like Luci."

Luci was Sebastian's mother's nickname—nearly everyone in the family had called her that.

Since his mother's death, Sebastian rarely heard that name.

He paused slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching imperceptibly. He said nothing, only nodding lightly.

"Alright, get in." Once business was involved, Marco lost all interest in pleasantries. He interrupted their eye contact and pulled open the Ford's rear door, unable to help frowning. "Tommy, can't you replace this car?"

Tommy was also opening his door, his tone flat. "Once you fix my rotten teeth first."

"I'll recommend my dentist. Good God! What is this?"

Marco had just sat down in the car when his hand pressed into something soft. Looking down, he found a tightly wrapped package of adult diapers.

Sebastian had just climbed into the car when he frowned at what Marco was holding.

But Tommy was completely unconcerned. He buckled his seatbelt and turned around. "Diapers, Mr. Russo."

Marco tossed the item into the car's trash bag, his tone unfriendly. "Christ, is this your car or your mobile bedroom?"

"I have a whole bunch of descendants to support." Tommy sighed, starting his car and slowly pulling out of the airfield.

Hearing this, Sebastian glanced at Marco.

Though the Russo family had gone legitimate, they had plenty of legal businesses—how could they let their people live so poorly?