Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 34: Is Julian Ford Out of Action?

Scarlett Shaw hesitated for a moment.

Julian Ford glanced at her, "No confidence?"

Scarlett took a deep breath, clenching her fist, "I can do it."

Julian said no more and turned to get into the car.

From the rearview mirror, Aaron Carson watched Scarlett’s solitary figure left behind, then observed Julian’s expression. After confirming that he was in a reasonably good mood, Aaron finally spoke, "President Ford, given your relationship with Mr. Barlow, meeting him shouldn’t be difficult. So why go through the trouble of having Scarlett..."

Julian: "The delay was caused by her, and she needs to take responsibility for her own mistake."

Aaron remained silent.

If Julian wanted to arrange a meeting with Barlow, three days would be enough.

But Scarlett, a mere investment analyst without connections or resources, what could she accomplish?

Julian glanced at him, "Speak up if you have something to say, holding it in won’t qualify for workplace injury."

Wiping his sweat, Aaron said, "President Ford, the reason for the delay, ultimately, was because The Fords’ Second Son kept holding Scarlett up. Now placing all the blame on her seems a bit unkind."

Julian lightly raised the corner of his lips, his expression unchanged, "You seem quite concerned about her."

"..."

Aaron could only wish he could sew his own mouth shut.

Regarding Scarlett signing a contract with Mr. Barlow, Aaron had little expectation, merely meeting would signify Scarlett’s great ability.

He truly did not anticipate that on the evening of the third day, Scarlett appeared before Julian, saying, "Mr. Barlow is available at 7 o’clock tomorrow morning, at his house, and we can discuss the cooperation matters."

Aaron was utterly shocked.

Not only did she secure a meeting, but also at his house?

Julian was remarkably calm, merely nodding, "Well done."

Scarlett lowered her gaze and said softly, "It’s thanks to the opportunity President Ford provided."

After pausing, she added, "President Ford, though Mr. Barlow scheduled the meeting for seven, it’d be best to arrive by six."

Upon hearing this, Julian looked at her again.

On the second day, Aaron departed from the hotel at five and arrived at the villa area where Barlow’s house was located by six.

Julian went inside alone.

Aaron and Scarlett waited outside. Through floor-to-ceiling windows, Aaron happened to see Barlow descending from upstairs with a newspaper, sitting at the window to read it.

Julian sat in the chair opposite Barlow, also opening a book to read.

The two did not disturb each other until nearly seven-thirty, when Barlow set aside the newspaper and had breakfast with Julian.

Aaron curiously asked Scarlett, "How did you manage it?"

Scarlett: "Mr. Barlow left that day because he was not feeling well. I went to the hospital to find him, and he rescheduled the cooperation discussion for today."

"That simple?"

"That simple."

Aaron’s expression was overtly skeptical.

"Actually, I merely served to convey messages and explanations. Mr. Barlow agreed because he is inherently a man who keeps his promises and values contract spirit. When he left without a word that day, something unexpected must have happened. I then asked people at the club and learned that he went to the hospital."

Scarlett smiled gently, pondering for a moment, then continued:

"What I could think of, President Ford certainly could too. But having me handle it also gave me a chance to redeem myself. The delay indeed stemmed from me."

"Julian, the person you brought is indeed quite interesting."

Suddenly, fluent and authentic English came from behind them, accompanied by laughter.

Scarlett and Aaron simultaneously turned around, respectfully saying, "Mr. Barlow, President Ford."

Barlow understood Chinese and had picked up on Scarlett and Aaron’s conversation just now.

His gaze landed on Scarlett with genuine interest, "How did you know I wouldn’t refuse to meet you?"

Scarlett: "I once heard that, during a security check at the airport, the alarm kept going off repeatedly, and Mr. Barlow checked many times over. By the time the alarm was quiet, the flight had already taken off."

"Instead of being upset, Mr. Barlow calmly stayed at the airport reading a book he carried, patiently waiting for the next flight."

"So I thought, given Mr. Barlow’s cultivation, as long as a sincere explanation is provided, my apology would likely be accepted."

Barlow was surprised, chuckling as he asked Julian, "Is this story also one you told the young lady?"

Julian smiled lightly, "Does your story even need my retelling?"

Barlow again looked at Scarlett, "The young lady has courage, admits mistakes proactively, and doesn’t take credit arrogantly, not bad."

Scarlett modestly expressed her thanks.

Barlow smiled, "You haven’t had breakfast yet? Come inside and join us."

Having breakfast with Barlow is an opportunity many would covet, and Scarlett couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed with excitement.

However, she glanced at Julian, waiting for his indication.

Julian casually looked at her, "Let’s go."

Scarlett’s eyes reflected a smile, sincerely saying, "Thank you, President Ford."

The morning light shone brightly into Scarlett’s eyes.

Her round watery eyes were very bright and clear.

Julian’s gaze lingered in her eyes for two seconds before moving away, stepping further.

Scarlett followed behind him and Barlow.

Aaron withdrew his unobtrusive gaze from the two, as a peculiar thought arose within him yet seemed improbable, so he suppressed it.

After breakfast, both Julian and Barlow had individual schedules, so they bid farewell.

Julian had business elsewhere, and Scarlett returned to the hotel alone, arriving just in time for a training session to start.

A splendid day went smoothly.

Until the evening, when Scarlett had just lain down in bed, her phone suddenly received a message.

Julian: Come up.

Scarlett: ...

Dodge the first day of the lunar month, but not the fifteenth.

Resigned, Scarlett changed clothes, quietly leaving her room.

To avoid encountering acquaintances, Scarlett deliberately took the safety stairs instead of the elevator.

However, her room was on the fifteenth floor, while Julian was on the twenty-fifth floor. Ten floors weren’t many, but climbing them was tiring enough.

Julian opened the door. Scarlett was leaning against the wall, gasping for breath, "President Ford, is there any water?"

Julian was still dressed in shirt and trousers, with two buttons undone, a scent of alcohol on him, looking as though he had just come back from outside.

He handed her an unopened bottle of mineral water.

After drinking, Scarlett caught her breath, and remembering her purpose, she didn’t hesitate but walked straight to Julian, who had crossed his long legs, just sitting down on the sofa, with her fair fingers resting on his shoulder as she gently pecked his lips.

The two were close, their breaths mingling, Scarlett raised her eyes, meeting Julian’s dark eyes.

Seeing the calmness in his eyes, she leaned in again, imitating when he kissed her with gentle bites and deeper kisses, ambiguously teasing.

Scarlett kissed for quite a while, Julian remained motionless, showing no reaction.

What’s going on?

Scarlett was confused.

Julian couldn’t do it?

If he couldn’t, why call her up? He should quickly seek treatment.

Scarlett let go of Julian, contemplating whether to say something to enhance the atmosphere, her red lips moved slightly, and from her peripheral vision, she spotted Aaron standing dumbfounded at the dining room area, eyes wide open.

"..."