Chapter 195

Harvey’s POV At the director’s booth, I walked in from outside, my handsome face dark and sullen. Scarlett was bent over, discussing the script with the screenwriter when she looked up and met my furious gaze. “Scarlett, did you bring Morgan here?” She nodded, not even trying to deny it. “I was the one who sought her out. I also asked Uncle Robert to keep it from you at first.” My breathing grew heavier, but I didn’t lose my mind just yet. Suppressing the rage in my chest, I said in a low voice, “Come with me.” With that, I turned around and headed for the door. Scarlett set down the script, excused herself to the director, and rose to follow me out. Outside, I stood beneath a tree, a cigarette held between my long, elegant fingers. Smoke curled around me, framing my sharply defined features — cold and hard as ice. Scarlett approached, snatched the cigarette from my hand, tossed it to the ground, and crushed it underfoot. I frowned slightly. “I was just having one.” “Not even one. Forg