Chapter 90: Chapter 90: The Explosion of the Microcosm
"Don’t think that just because you have the old fox backing you, I can’t deal with you."
The dangerous aura was closing in...
Scarlett Yates instinctively wanted to escape; she opened the door and ran out.
The man behind her acted faster, roughly grabbing her shoulder and pulling her back.
Scarlett, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, jumped up in an instant, turned around, and used both her hands and feet against him.
She pushed, hit, bit, and scratched...
In an unguarded mont, Matthew Saxon’s body got scratched with two lines of blood.
He was furious, his face darkened instantly, and he gritted his teeth, "Damn woman, you’ve angered ."
In her panic, Scarlett glanced up and saw that the direction he was dragging her was towards that giant bed, big enough for four or five people.
Her face turned pale with fright, and she struggled even more fiercely.
In extre fear, there are two possible reactions.
Reaction one, so scared they lose their senses, at the rcy of others.
Reaction two, fighting to survive in a desperate situation, exploding with inner strength.
Scarlett belonged to the latter.
She used all her strength, lowered her head, and viciously bit down on Matthew Saxon’s arm.
His long-trained arm muscles were developed, hard, and firm. When Scarlett bit down, both suffered...
Matthew Saxon’s body gained a few more rows of clear teeth marks, while her teeth ached terribly.
"Scarlett Yates, you crazy woman!" With new injuries on his body, Matthew Saxon was at the peak of his anger.
The second young master of the Saxon Family, raised in the lap of luxury, surrounded by flattery and respect, everyone around treated him with utmost reverence.
Yet a woman like Scarlett Yates repeatedly challenged his limits and broke his taboos.
He doesn’t hit won.
But he absolutely can’t let her off easily either!
If he doesn’t teach her a good lesson, this woman might climb over his head and flaunt her power in the future.
Matthew Saxon’s leg injury had just started to heal, but under her reckless pushing, he lost his balance and fell to the ground with her.
The floor was lined with a soft carpet, so falling wouldn’t be too painful.
But as they fell together, she was the one who hit the ground first.
If they fell together, she would inevitably beco a human cushion.
How could Scarlett Yates be willing to be a human cushion and let that bastard Matthew Saxon get away with it?!
At the mont of the fall, she clearly saw a fleeting glint in his eyes.
This damned man, he intended for her to be the cushion; how could she be the type to sit and wait for death, letting him succeed in his evil plan?
As they hit the ground, her hand suddenly turned direction, reaching for his outrageously handso face.
Matthew Saxon paused and instinctively turned his head to avoid it.
Seizing the mont of his distraction, Scarlett Yates grabbed the chance and turned the situation around...
With a bang, both fell to the ground. Scarlett Yates took advantage of the montum to roll to one side, then quickly got up, ready to escape at any mont.
Before running away, she stood five or so steps away, looking at him triumphantly with a broad smile and falsely concerned, "Young Master, did you not hurt yourself?"
"I guess you probably didn’t hurt yourself. The carpet’s so thick, falling must have felt like falling into cotton. How could you get hurt, right?"
After speaking, she lowered her head to watch him, waiting for the mont his anger would explode.
As expected, Matthew Saxon’s face turned very unpleasant.
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