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When There Is Nothing Left But Love novel Chapter 423

Summary for Chapter 423: When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Chapter 423 – A Turning Point in When There Is Nothing Left But Love by Philatelic

In this chapter of When There Is Nothing Left But Love, Philatelic introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 423 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Love genre.

I coldly stared at her while suppressing my rage.

“Scarlett, if you kneel and beg for my forgiveness, I might consider letting you off for hurting me and let you continue working in the hotel. Else…”

“Else what?” I asked.

She scoffed, “Else, your daughter would be the one to suffer.”

I frowned. Being youthful was supposed to be a beautiful thing, but she just made it really annoying.

My gaze fell on the man behind her. “You can try.”

Her temper sparked from my remark and said, “Alec, David, did you hear what she just said? Show her what you’re capable of. I want to see if she’s still haughty then?”

Status was everything in this tiny city. There weren’t many wealthy people here. Even if there were, they wouldn’t even concern themselves with these folks.

Joyce’s arrogance was partly attributed to her father’s position. He had maintained his position for so many years that he was considered the local tyrant.

Seeing the two men approached me, my brows snapped together, and I scoffed, “Joyce, didn’t you investigate one’s background first before you offend the person?”

Joyce sneered, “Investigate? What is there to investigate about you? You’re just a nobody.”

I pulled out my phone and called Louis while keeping my gaze on her. “I’ve warned you before. Because of you, your father would lose his position, and you deserve it.”

Her face darkened at my warning, then she ordered angrily, “I want her dead!”

Once the call connected, Louis asked, “Scarlett, did something happen?”

I pressed my lips together and answered, “Uncle Louis, the R Province’s county mayor Stanley oppresses and exploits its residents. He pocketed the funds used to alleviate poverty. Please send someone here to investigate!”

Louis grunted in acknowledgment and reconfirmed, “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I’m fine. They wouldn’t dare to do anything to me!”

He continued, “I’ll drop by later tonight, so be sure to take care of yourself. Leave the rest to me.”

I nodded and ended the call.

I only nodded in reply.

Joseph glanced at the two brawny men by my side. “It would be best for the both of you to quickly apologize and return home to discuss a way out of this mess.”

Both men were not dumb. They noticed Ashton had an elegance, similar to those born in upper-class families.

They hung their heads and swiftly apologized. “Ms. Stovall, sorry for the trouble. We hope that you could forgive us and let it be water under the bridge.”

“Leave!” said Joseph as he waved his hand dismissively.

Before they left, both men persuaded, “Joyce, don’t do anything rash. You better hurry home as well!”

Joyce’s face turned red with rage. “Scarlett, aren’t you just good at seducing men? Maybe…”

I wasn’t in the mood to fight with her, so I ignored her and entered the hotel, but she held on to me, not letting me leave. “Why are you running? Didn’t you say you know someone powerful? Well, where is he? Aren’t you going to investigate my father? I’m waiting!”

My brows drew together, and I fixed my gaze at her. “Ms. Newton, I was curious from the start as to why a county mayor’s daughter was working the front desk in a hotel. But now I understand. Your father is smart enough to know you’re dumb. So, instead of letting you hold any important position, he asked you to work here. Else, his future would’ve been shot.”

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