Captivated by the Ruler of the Underworld

Nova looked at Phoebe's back and furrowed her brow. "Mrs. Salazar, she seems..."

"I know," Jennifer understood Phoebe's thoughts. "But Trenton doesn't love her, and the Salazar family, with its current status, doesn't need to sacrifice Trenton's happiness to consolidate its position."

Moreover, Jennifer herself had experienced the sweetness of love; she knew how wonderful it was for two people loving each other to be together.

"What do you think we live for in this life? All this wealth, power, and status become worthless after death. Why should I burden the next generation with so many shackles?" Jennifer said.

Trenton led Scarlett to Jennifer and respectfully said, "Grandma."

Jennifer smiled, looking at her favorite Trenton with a kind smile. "What brings you here today?"

Trenton was usually very busy and rarely came back. He either stayed at the Ironfist Holding Center or in his own bachelor apartment.noveldrama

Trenton's expression was a bit unnatural. "I came to check in. I have to leave for Flame Sands Valley at the border tonight."

"Check in?" Jennifer exchanged a glance with Nova and asked knowingly, "Who are you checking in on? I don't think you came to see me."

Scarlett, holding Trenton's hand, blinked in confusion at these words, "If he's not here to see Grandma, then who is he here to see? Could it be me?"

Scarlett said this and looked up at Trenton.

Trenton raised his hand to his lips, coughed, and then ruffled Scarlett's hair, "You can remain silent."

Jennifer and Nova couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, he came specifically to see you."

After dinner, Trenton packed his things in his room and was about to leave. When he opened the door, he saw Scarlett in a white puffy dress leaning on the railing. He walked over, leaned against the railing, and looked at Scarlett sideways. "What's wrong? You seem preoccupied."

Scarlett was wondering whether Trenton liked her.

How could she confirm it?

Hearing Trenton's question, she tilted her head and thought. This was her own issue, and she needed to figure it out herself, so there was no need to tell Trenton.

She blinked and said, "Trenton, are you going to Flame Sands Valley?"

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Trenton nodded. "Yes, I have some business to attend to."

A glimmer of light flashed in Scarlett's eyes. "I want to go too."

Flame Sands Valley, here she comes.

Trenton furrowed his brow. He wasn't going to Flame Sands Valley for fun; there were many human traffickers and a bad atmosphere. If Scarlett got hurt...

"No way." He refused without hesitation.

Scarlett sighed lightly, "Alright. It's just that I'm not married to you yet. Grandma says that once I'm married, wherever my husband goes, I have to go too."

Scarlett said this and went back to her room.

It seemed that the matter of marrying Trenton needed to be expedited.

Trenton stood there, dumbfounded.

Was this really a marriage issue?

However, what Trenton didn't know was that after Scarlett returned to her room, she secretly slipped out through the window.

She was raised by the leader of the werewolves, so climbing and wall-walking were no problem for her.

And although the Jennifer Estate was large, the buildings weren't very tall.

Sunday, at the 201 Research Institute, Sylvester dressed in a black coat and sat on the sofa, holding a model of an underwater exploration battleship in his left hand, disassembling it. It was designed according to blueprints and had undergone several modifications.

He looked at the model, still not satisfied, and then took a pen to make some sketches on the blueprints. "Underwater exploration requires pressure testing; the body can't be too large, so it needs to be technically downsized."

Nightwin and several highly skilled technicians from the 201 Research Institute nodded in agreement.

Luke Stewart, an experienced researcher at the 201 Research Institute who had previously worked with Franklin and was later rehired by Sylvester, said, "Mr. Gomez, these issues are not major. The most important thing now is the materials."

Naval battleships and underwater exploration both required materials that could strongly resist salt corrosion. However, such materials were currently in short supply worldwide.