From Ashes to Queen: Now I Call the Shots novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78 The Mask Drops

Luke followed up quickly, trying to sound as sincere as possible. “If you don’t want your name on it, that totally fine. Everything’s negotiable.”

Colt pressed his fingers to his temple, visibly running out of patience. “You’ve definitely got the wrong person. I don’t write scripts, and I’ve never touched a screenplay in my life.”

Stanley and Luke exchanged glances–both instantly sure they were being lied to. Colt must be trying to hide his identity.

Stanley grit his teeth, then forced himself into a bowed, groveling posture. “Officer Colt, I’m begging you. If I can just get one more chance, I swear, any price you name, I’ll make it worth your time.”

Luke nodded furiously. “Seriously. Anything. You don’t even have to lift a finger–we’ll handle the rest. You can just give a rough idea, or even an old draft, and we’ll do the legwork.”

Colt started to sidestep them, but the two men crowded closer, cutting off every possible route of escape.

He turned to Scarlett, giving her a helpless glance.

She shrugged, clearly uninterested in playing the rescuer. Her patience for this kind of nonsense had worn out a long time ago.

Colt sighed. “Look, I’m a cop. I don’t lie on duty.” He pointed at the emblem on his cap. “See this? I swear on this badge–1 am not the Dreamer.”

That stopped both men cold.

Just seconds ago, they’d been practically groveling at his feet. Now they stood there slack–jawed and blinking like broken NPCs.

Colt didn’t waste the opening. He sidestepped the human blockade and made his escape, muttering, “Thirty–six Stratagems, number one: run.”

“Wait!” Stanley spun around and scanned the area again, this time with renewed intensity. There weren’t many people around. It had to be one of the two they’d seen earlier.

Luke’s last tracking ping had pointed to this exact spot. If Colt wasn’t the Dreamer, then…

His gaze slowly drifted to Scarlett.

No. Couldn’t be.

But the longer he stared at her, the more disturbed he felt by the possibility. “Could she actually be the Dreamer…?”

Stanley scoffed, bursting into a sharp, humorless laugh. “Her? You can’t be serious.”

There, beneath the dappled light of the trees, Scarlett stood with her arms folded and her expression flat. She hadn’t said a word since this whole ridiculous scene started That alone was enough to grate his nerves.

He snapped, “She’s just a headache in human form. Besides that? Useless. If she really were don’t you think she’d be shouting it from the rooftops? Hell, she’d use it to blackmail me into spoiling her even more and casting Rebecca aside!”

Dreamer,

Chapter 78 The Mask Drops

He turned sharply to Luke. “Come on, use your head. She’s not even in the same league at Rebecca never wins anything, never accomplishes anything–just rides coattails and brags about nothing

Colt, who hadn’t quite left yet, looked over his shoulder and frowned. He was starting to wonder if State needed his vision checked.

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