The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Be a True Tycoon!-Chapter 430 Unlucky Ghost Isolde Garrison

Adam was suddenly surrounded by everyone.

"What? What’s going on?! Adam!"

"Are you saying the Great Demon King Chalmers is that... ’person’?"

"No way! You’re joking, right?"

"What happened? Tell us now!"

Adam was blocked so tightly he couldn’t breathe fresh air anymore, his expression turning slightly stiff, "It’s exactly what you saw! Don’t crowd me!"

He swore, it wasn’t that he wanted to make a scene—it was those two making absolutely no effort to avoid people.

Finally squeezing his way out of the circle, Adam left early, went downstairs, and called his driver. On the other end, his driver’s voice sounded faint,

"Mr. Chalmers took Miss Scarlett’s car and drove off. I’ve already called to dispatch another car back; it’ll take about half an hour..."

Adam fell silent upon hearing this, and after a moment, asked,

"Why would Mr. Chalmers take *our* car to pick someone up? Didn’t he drive here himself?"

"Mr. Chalmers does have a car, but he had his driver drive it back. And... the car tonight is also borrowed from Mr. Chalmers."

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t "our" car—both of the cars belonged to Chalmers Family.

As for why the other car had to be sent back.

Well, obviously, it was because Samuel Chalmers’s car wasn’t just anyone’s ride.

Adam: ...

So, he’d been left behind?

Clearly, two people went out together, but they left him behind all alone...

Romantic relationships—so aggravating.

...

Meanwhile, Scarlett Jennings and Samuel Chalmers were sitting in the back seat, observing the not-quite-driver-looking person in the front seat with some curiosity.

"He doesn’t seem like your driver."

Samuel calmly nodded, "Mm, he’s my assistant."

The original driver drove the other car back, so the assistant had to step in and drive this one.

After all, Samuel wasn’t one to drive on his own, especially when someone else had already sat in the driver’s seat of that car.

The assistant glanced at the rearview mirror with a courteous smile before refocusing on the road.

From the back seat, Scarlett finally seemed to remember to ask Samuel, "How did you know I was here? And why did you come to pick me up suddenly?"

"Your party look tonight trended on social media. I happened to be nearby, so I came over."

Samuel’s tone was impressively calm.

The assistant in the driver’s seat fell silent upon hearing this.

Mr. Chalmers’s definition of "nearby" seemed... a bit of a stretch.

Samuel’s voice turned slightly serious, "Was it troublesome for me to come pick you up?"

Earlier, while facing the Jennings Family, pretending to have a relationship with her was unavoidable. But in front of this crowd of elites, it was basically an unofficial public statement within their circles.

No need to wait until tomorrow—by tonight, all the families in the know would hear about Scarlett Jennings and Samuel Chalmers being together.

The "trouble" Samuel mentioned was clearly about that.

Scarlett was a bit surprised when she heard this, "Troublesome? No way."

She was always the one causing him trouble—how could he possibly add trouble for *her*?

Afraid Samuel might blame himself, Scarlett stressed with earnest conviction, "You came at just the right time. You helped me out big time."

"Really."

Samuel’s voice softened slightly, a trace of hard-to-detect pleasure embedded within.

"Yes."

Scarlett turned the topic to Samuel’s trip to the Capital Metropolitan, and the two began chatting, their conversation flowing casually. The atmosphere grew harmonious.

Only the assistant in the front seat remained impassive.

Who was he?

Where was he?

The man in the back seat, tea-drinking in every sense of the word, who was he?

Was that his boss?

He felt like he was overhearing information far beyond his pay grade...

The car cruised smoothly along the road, until the assistant slowed down unexpectedly and addressed the back seat,

"Mr. Chalmers, there seems to be a car accident ahead."

Samuel lifted his gaze at the news, ready to signal the assistant to change lanes, but Scarlett interjected, "Could we go take a look?"

The assistant instinctively glanced at his boss in the rearview mirror. Seeing Samuel nod, he guided the car to pull over by the roadside.

Scarlett gestured for Samuel to stay in the car while she stepped out to approach the scene.

The accident wasn’t particularly severe—just two cars rear-ending each other and crashing against the roadside barrier.

Paramedics were hoisting the injured onto stretchers, but what surprised Scarlett was that she knew both drivers involved.

One was Nicholas Woods, whom she’d just seen at the party.

The other was far more familiar—a face she hadn’t encountered since Isolde Garrison’s passing: Josiah Garrison.

Josiah’s injuries were light. Lying on a stretcher, he was still conscious and, upon spotting Scarlett, who was standing nearby dressed in a witch costume, he failed to recognize her in the first instant. Once he did, however, his entire demeanor shifted to something unusually agitated as he tried to sit up,

"Scarlett! Scarlett!"

Seeing her standing unmoving, Josiah then grabbed hold of a paramedic beside him and pointed in her direction.

"That’s my sister! She’s my only family! She has to take me to the hospital! She *must* go with me!"

The paramedic, puzzled, glanced at Scarlett standing nearby and quickly walked over to explain the situation.

Scarlett couldn’t help but chuckle when she heard Josiah demanding her company.

She had only come to watch the commotion and somehow ended up being roped into this.

"He’s mistaken."

Scarlett said, noticing the paramedic’s evident disbelief, adding,

"His sister was murdered two months ago. Since then, he’s been calling every stranger his sister. I recommend checking his mental health when you take him to the hospital."

Perhaps Scarlett’s serious expression was too convincing, as the paramedic only hesitated briefly before muttering an apology and signaling for Josiah to be wheeled away promptly.

Scarlett could still faintly hear Josiah’s frantic shouting from the ambulance.

She paid no further attention to him, letting her gaze wander to a shadowy corner of the roadside.

There, a familiar trace of shadow energy rested.

If her instincts were correct, that was Isolde Garrison’s Shadow Soul.

She hadn’t gone to the Underworld.

One glance at the faint shadow energy clinging to Josiah earlier and Scarlett immediately pieced it together.

It seemed these siblings maintained their "close bond" even separated by life and death.

She didn’t move to exorcise the soul directly—for one, her soul power was ridiculously weak. Two months of haunting Josiah only resulted in some bad luck manifesting as a car accident.

Secondly, taking care of wandering souls wasn’t part of her jurisdiction.

The karmic knot between her and Isolde had completely unraveled the moment the latter’s life ended.

Still, out of humanitarian instinct, Scarlett returned to the car and filed a spiritual escort requisition through the Spiritual Affairs APP.

She didn’t particularly mind one more wandering soul remaining in the Mortal Realm, but given Isolde’s temper, letting her roam unchecked for too long might lead to catastrophe.

Better to have the Ghost Messengers take her away.

Scarlett also recorded the lingering shadow energy left at the accident site into the Spiritual Affairs APP, so the escort operative could follow the trail to locate the ghost.

No way was she going to stand by the roadside in that ridiculous outfit much longer.

When she got back in the car, Samuel turned his gaze toward her, "Something strange about the accident?"

"Yeah, one of the drivers was being haunted by a particularly unlucky ghost—not a big deal."

Scarlett brushed off the matter casually, but suddenly remembered the other victim, Nicholas Woods.

Josiah was cursed by shadow energy, leading to his streak of bad luck. But what about Nicholas? Why was he involved?

Back at the party earlier, she hadn’t noticed any signs of impending harm around him.

Unable to make sense of it, Scarlett decided not to dwell on it further.

The car started up again, making a turn toward another road.

Not long after the vehicle disappeared from sight, in the shadows by the roadside, the Shadow Soul of Isolde Garrison cautiously emerged...