Chapter 278: Chapter 278: Little girl, keep it well
"Uncle Spencer, this gift is too valuable for
to accept. Please, take it back." She handed over the ring.
When this man first gave the gift, he did so reluctantly.
Since he is unwilling, she would return it.
There is no reason for her to accept the gift without cause.
Uncle Spencer paused, his sharp eagle eyes narrowed as he looked deeply at her, a hint of surprise in his gaze, "Do you know how many people want this ring?"
"I know that whatever Uncle Spencer carries with him is never a common item. There’s an old saying that goes, ’A gentleman does not seize what others love.’ Although I am just a woman, I also do not like things given reluctantly."
It seed that only now did Uncle Spencer truly look at her, silent for a mont, then shook his head, "There is no reason to take back sothing given."
"Since this ring was given to you, regardless of what I think, it belongs to you now."
He squinted his sharp, cool eyes at Scarlett, paused again and said, "Little one, keep it well."
Scarlett’s hand lingered in mid-air for a while. Seeing that Uncle Spencer genuinely did not intend to take it back, she smiled, "Since Uncle Spencer says so, then I will keep it."
Later on, she would properly investigate what exactly this ring’s purpose was.
Matthew Saxon said it was very valuable, and Uncle Spencer ntioned many desired it—it sounded like a very good item.
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In the Rolls-Royce.
Scarlett looked at the scenery outside the window, her eyes narrowing slightly.
The Rolls-Royce was driving along a familiar route.
Yesterday, she had just accompanied Matthew along this ride, and this ti, she ca alone.
The sunshine was so bright it seed to paint the world in a warm golden hue.
On the horizon, flocks of seagulls skimd low across the sea.
The sky and sea appeared a deep blue, fresh and clean, rging into one, making it challenging to distinguish where the sky ends and the sea begins.
It was another beautiful, sunny day, just like the day she arrived. The good weather instantly lifted one’s spirits.
Scarlett humd a cheerful tune, resting one hand on the window edge, raising her head slightly to admire the scenery outside, a faint smile on her face.
In the front compartnt, Uncle Spencer saw her current state through the rearview mirror, paused, and thoughtfully glanced at her several tis.
This girl really has a carefree heart.
If she were not foolish, she could guess that the master eting her would not be a good thing.
Yet she could singing casually, seeming entirely unaffected.
Whether she truly felt fearless out of ignorance or whether her courage was indeed substantial, it was hard to tell.
The car slowly entered the beautiful estate.
After getting out, Scarlett followed Uncle Spencer for a long ti, finally stopping by a swimming pool in the back garden.
"Master, Miss Yates has arrived." Uncle Spencer led her to the poolside and spoke to the man swimming agilely like a fish.
Ian Douglas erged from the water, revealing a face resembling Matthew Saxon.
He wiped the water from his face, first glanced at Scarlett, then swam to the edge, holding onto the ladder in the pool and gradually climbing up.
Uncle Spencer handed over a prepared towel.
Ian Douglas wiped himself twice, threw on a robe casually, and leisurely walked to the side to sit down.
Scarlett couldn’t help but sneak a couple of extra glances at him.
As soone of a grandfather’s age, Ian Douglas still possessed a figure that could make young won scream and have nosebleeds.
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