From Ashes to Queen: Now I Call the Shots novel Chapter 203

Chapter 203 The Garage Show

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Scarlett just shook her head. She’d cut off the Joyner family a long time ago–there was no emotional baggage left to carry. She wasn’t stupid, and she definitely wasn’t sentimental.

Still, judging by the look in Taylor’s eyes, he wasn’t about to let things go quietly tonight.

“If you’re heading down to the garage, that’s fine,” she said, lips twitching into a smirk. “But do yourself a favor–bring a folding chair, a drink, maybe some chips. It’s going to be a long show.”

Taylor blinked, confused. “What?”

He looked at her, half–confused, half–suspicious, but grabbed a stool, some snacks, and a soda anyway, then headed down to the garage.

What he saw there was something he’d never forget for the rest of his life.

Just a few hours earlier, Oliver had been calm, collected, and completely in control.

Now? The man was in full meltdown mode. He’d stripped off his jacket and was singing at the top of his lungs while using that same jacket to scrub the garage floor.

And not just one song. He kept switching it up like he was doing a full concert set.

“Living on a prayer! Take my hand–we’ll make it, I swear!”

Then he jumped straight into something poppy.

“Since you’ve been gone! I can breathe for the first time…”

And then switched into a country tune–full twang and everything.

“Rain makes corn… corn makes whiskey…”

Singing was one thing–but he didn’t stop there! He threw in dance moves like he was on stage at a talent show.

At one point, he was flat on the floor, using his whole body to wipe the garage clean-

then rolled across it like he was doing some kind of interpretive performance.

Next came slam poetry–loud, dramatic, and way too serious.

His voice turned hoarse, but his hands didn’t stop. In fact, he started scrubbing even harder.

His jacket was torn in multiple places, worn down from all the scrubbing–but he didn’t care.

He kept going like that jacket was the only tool he had. By the end, he was even throwing in some amateur circus tricks.

Three full hours.

He didn’t stop once.

Taylor sat through the whole thing, eating chips in stunned silence.

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Chapter 203 The Garage Show

Eventually, he decided he’d seen enough and started heading out.

That’s when Oliver suddenly froze.

Maybe the drug was wearing off.

He blinked in confusion… then collapsed straight onto the floor.

Couldn’t even move.

His entire body was covered in bruises–like he’d taken a full beating.

Even the smallest movement made him wince.

“Well now,” Taylor chuckled, walking over, “what do we have here?”

Oliver saw the shoeprints on the floor.

Suddenly, he jumped up and started frantically wiping them clean with his jacket.

Taylor’s jaw dropped.

That’s when it hit him.

Oliver hadn’t stopped because the drug wore off.

He stopped because…. the garage was finally clean.

Now Taylor understood exactly what Scarlett had meant.

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Scarlett hadn’t said that to be funny. She meant it. Hitting this guy would’ve hurt your hand. This? This was way

smarter.

And if anyone ever asked, they had security footage. Everyone would see it for themselves.

Footage that clearly showed Oliver voluntarily cleaning the entire garage–just with a… very unusual method.

Once the prints were gone, Oliver froze.

Taylor leaned against a sports car, laughing so hard he had to wipe tears from his face.

“Well damn,” he said between laughs. “So this is what Mr. Oliver does in his free time? Good to know.”

Oliver blinked, trying to make sense of what just happened.

Once he processed it, the anger hit fast and hard–straight to the chest.

He clenched his fists-

Or tried to.

His fingers didn’t move.

Three hours of nonstop punishment had left his hands stiff and swollen. He couldn’t even close them.

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The fury inside him twisted into disbelief.

He just stood there, stunned.

Even now, he couldn’t believe it.

Scarlett had actually pulled this off.

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Weirdly… What came to mind wasn’t tonight. It was a winter day, over a year ago.

Rebecca had been sick. He told Scarlett to prepare something nutritious for her.

Scarlett hadn’t even gotten to sit down and eat.

He’d claimed the housekeeper was off that day and sent Scarlett to clean Rebecca’s room instead.

She didn’t eat a bite.

She didn’t come out until it was dark.

He’d checked later–Rebecca’s room was spotless.

But when Rebecca moved in, a bug startled her.

Worried for his sister and angry, he snapped.

He punished Scarlett by making her clean the entire house through the night.

Then he took Rebecca to another property to cool off.

He was angry, sure. But later, he figured Scarlett had ignored the punishment and just gone to bed.

He’d slept soundly through the next morning.

When he returned, she was still asleep, and he assumed she’d just brushed the whole thing off.

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