Chapter 32: Chapter 32: Indeed a Man of Few Words
Scarlett Yates was taken aback, and slowly lifted her head.
As she looked up, the person who had called out to her just now was montarily stunned, his expression slightly changing, but unlike the driver earlier, he did not shout in fear.
The middle-aged man, dressed in a refined suit, had a genteel deanor and a warm smile as he looked at her, "Miss, do you need any help?"
Seeing Scarlett’s puzzled expression, the middle-aged man smiled and explained, "Our young master saw you sitting here alone and asked
to co and check."
"Your young master?" The middle-aged man was looking every bit the successful businessman, but unexpectedly, was rely a ssenger.
If even the ssenger had such an extraordinary bearing, she wondered what kind of remarkable person the young master he spoke of could be.
It was rare for soone to remain so composed upon seeing her current state. Scarlett craned her neck to glance at the luxury car parked behind him.
Beneath the moonlight, the matte black body of the car exuded a subtle blend of opulence and mystery.
Scarlett couldn’t identify the car, but although she had never owned anything so grand, she could tell at a glance that all her belongings together couldn’t even buy a wheel.
The middle-aged man was friendly and kind, courteously saying, "It’s pretty unsafe to be here alone this late. If you’d like, I can give you a ride."
Scarlett was eager and imdiately nodded, "Thank you."
The middle-aged man smiled, turned, and opened the rear door, "Please."
Inside the car was a vague black shape that Scarlett cautiously entered, only to discover that the shape was a person.
The car door closed.
In the semi-enclosed space, a pleasant scent of fresh, cool cedar perated the air.
The man sitting next to her wore a sharp suit and had handso features.
His profile was outlined against the dim glow, his jet-black eyes flickering as the scenery outside passed by.
Below his strong nose was a pair of thin lips, pressed into a cold, straight line.
There was no doubt that he was a very handso man, but his deanor was a bit too aloof, making him seem unapproachable.
This... must be the young master the middle-aged man ntioned, right?
The man sat motionless, not turning to look at her once she entered, as if she were invisible.
This cold, distant manner was nothing like the driver described the warm-hearted young master.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Though the man seed to disregard her, he had helped her out nonetheless. Scarlett cleared her throat, looked at him, and said, "Um... thank you for offering
a ride."
She didn’t know the man’s na or how to address him.
The man remained turned away, furrowing his brow slightly, opening the window a bit wider. The cool burst of wind made his voice even colder, "Mm."
Indeed, he was a man of few words.
Scarlett touched her nose, seeing he had no intention to talk to her, she didn’t plan to make things awkward for herself either. She adjusted to a comfortable position to sit back and looked out the window.
Perhaps it was the soft seat, or perhaps the pleasant scent in the car, being utterly exhausted, she leaned lazily against the seat, and before long, her eyelids grew heavy...
--
Dales Family.
The guests had departed.
The bustling hall suddenly fell silent, the air still carrying traces of food, flowers, and everyone’s scents, mixed together in an unpleasant aroma.
Henry Dales instructed for all the windows in the hall to be opened.
--Everyone, guess who this young master is?
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