Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Scarlett Yates, Are You Courting Death!
He exposed her long-hidden feelings so directly and cruelly, stomping hard on her sore spot.
Scarlett Yates’s voice trembled, "You’re talking nonsense!"
He gazed at her pale face with a blank expression, his voice gentle yet rciless, "You can deny it, but you can’t hide your greedy heart. What, the money I give you isn’t enough for you, so you still dream of marrying into a wealthy family?"
"Slap!" Scarlett was so furious that her whole body trembled, and she used all her strength for the slap, causing her palm to instantly turn red.
The parking place was in the suburbs.
At night, it was silent all around, with only occasional cars passing by.
Scarlett’s slap was exceptionally loud, crisp, and resounding.
After hitting him, she imdiately felt a bit regretful, but when she thought of Matthew’s abominable behavior, she felt she was not wrong.
But Matthew was stunned.
Dazed for a few seconds, his face changed dramatically. A storm brewed in his slender eyes, dark and terrifying.
"Scarlett Yates, you’re asking for it!"
What kind of person is Matthew Saxon.
A wealthy young master born with a golden spoon, treated with care and respect from a young age, everyone around him treats him with utter regard.
Though Roy Saxon is ruthless in business, he treasures his son greatly.
And outside, no one dares to oppose the Saxon Family.
Having lived a smooth and honored life until now, he never expected to be slapped by a little blonde girl.
His eyes narrowed dangerously, grabbing Scarlett’s wrist with a grip as if he wanted to tear this damned woman apart, "Who gave you the courage!"
His long fingers clasped tightly around her wrist, and Scarlett couldn’t struggle free at all.
Matthew’s eyes were as dark as the sea on a stormy day, waves surging, as if they would swallow people whole.
At this mont, Scarlett realized she had angered a terrifying beast and began to feel afraid.
This proud and domineering man, with a background so powerful that others wouldn’t dare to lay a finger on him, had just been hit by her, and it was on the face!
Five clear fingerprints erged on his extraordinarily handso face, red and deep, it was clear how hard she had slapped him.
His eyes were filled with coldness to the extre, staring at her with bone-chilling anger.
Out of nowhere, Scarlett shivered.
Provoking the beast had serious consequences, and she already felt the dangerous aura.
Suddenly, Matthew leaned in close to her, her scream just barely escaping her lips before he lifted her like a chick.
The car door opened, Matthew unceremoniously threw her to the roadside.
She couldn’t stand steadily, her foot twisted, and she fell onto the ground in a sprawled position.
Behind her, with a bang, the car door was slamd shut, and the Maybach sped past her, disappearing into the vast night in the blink of an eye.
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The area where the Dales Family lived was an upscale neighborhood, with no public bus routes and very few taxis that co by, almost everyone entering and exiting drove private cars.
Under the dim streetlights, Scarlett Yates, with disheveled hair and untidy clothes, walked along the roadside.
Her steps were uneven, as if she had twisted her ankle.
As she walked, she muttered curses, "Bastard, old sly devil, a philanderer who loves whover he sees, an arrogant stinky man."
She never wore high heels usually, but today for the banquet, she chose a pair of stiletto sandals. They were pretty, indeed, but walking in them was torture.
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