Although the Dales Family and the Saxon Family are considered lifelong friends, the younger generation of the two families do not get along well.
Henry Dales and Maxwell Saxon could still exchange a few words, but with Matthew Saxon, there was absolutely nothing to say.
He and Henry Dales were completely different people, their ways of doing things entirely different, and after so many years of acquaintance, they could only be considered as nodding acquaintances.
He glanced at the woman clinging to Matthew Saxon’s side, his brows furrowing even tighter.
Originally, he thought that Matthew Saxon would restrain himself considerably after being with Scarlett Yates, yet he didn’t expect him to still retain his usual flirtatious and indulgent nature.
A look of regret surfaced in his eyes again.
Being with a man as flirtatious as Matthew Saxon, Scarlett Yates would sooner or later be hurt terribly.
But what could he do for her?
She was unwilling to listen to his reminders and advice.
Even now, he was unwilling to believe that Scarlett Yates was really with Matthew Saxon; the Scarlett Yates he knew wasn’t a woman that admired vanity, and it was impossible for her to fall for a flirtatious, fickle man.
He couldn’t help but turn his head to gaze at Scarlett Yates.
Traces of tears still lingered on her face, her eyelashes glistening with droplets like embedded jewels, her swollen eyes unblinking, fixed on Matthew Saxon as he approached them.
The eyes that showed sorrow and pain just a mont ago now hid all emotions deep within, leaving only a calm and indifferent gaze.
"Young Master Saxon, do you know them?" The woman beside Matthew Saxon clung to him like a water snake, her voice so sweet it almost dripped.
Her nails were beautifully trimd, painted in red rose color, her fingers dabbing at her lips, smiling coquettishly and amorously.
Matthew Saxon wrapped an arm around her slender waist, looked down at her, and smiled, "Yes, Young Master Dales is my friend, I’ll introduce you to them."
He did not ntion Scarlett Yates at all, as if she were a stranger.
The woman giggled softly twice, holding Matthew’s arm even tighter, "Young Master Saxon’s friends must not be ordinary, it’s truly my honor to know great people like you."
The woman was adept at flattery and sycophancy, praising both Matthew Saxon and Henry Dales in one statent.
Matthew Saxon curled his lips and pinched her soft cheek, "Your sweet little mouth really knows how to talk, no wonder you taste so sweet."
The woman feigned shyness, gently pushing him, yet her smile beca even sweeter and more alluring, covering her mouth pretending to be modest, "Oh, Young Master is really naughty, speaking so indiscreetly before your friends, and there’s also a lady present here, you make people so embarrassed."
Matthew Saxon glanced at Scarlett Yates indifferently, "Young Master Dales is a friend of more than ten years, not an outsider, as for this young lady..."
Intentionally pausing for a few seconds, he then faintly smiled, furrowing his brows as if troubled, "I know her as well. I think she won’t mind."
After speaking, he smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Miss Yates, am I right?"
The woman beside him was evidently skilled at observing and understanding.
Although Matthew Saxon appeared to have a superficial relationship with Scarlett Yates, the woman discerned sothing unusual.
Her seductive eyes couldn’t help but glance twice more at Scarlett Yates.
After scrutinizing her closely, she imdiately felt relieved.
She was just a pretty, delicate young girl, still carrying a touch of youthful innocence in her brows; this type wasn’t typically Matthew Saxon’s taste.
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