Ian Douglas’s gaze turned cold, "Sharp-tongued girl!"
"Thank you for the complint, Grandpa. Hmm, this tea slls so nice. Grandpa, can you tell what kind of tea this is? It must be very expensive, right?" Scarlett Yates acted as if she didn’t notice Ian Douglas’s darkening expression, gulping down half a cup of tea like a cow drinking water.
"Tea with special ingredients, how could it not sll nice."
Scarlett suddenly looked up, seemingly very interested, with her eyes sparkling, "Special ingredients? What is it?"
Ian Douglas sneered, "Poison."
Scarlett was stunned, her eyes widened, and she patted her chest while exclaiming, "Grandpa, you don’t have to be so ruthless. You want to leave your precious grandson, I never said I wouldn’t agree. I was just thinking about what terms to put forward just now."
She seed greatly surprised, but Ian Douglas couldn’t discern genuine fear from those sly and lively eyes.
This quirky girl was indeed different from those won the little brat had before, no wonder he liked her.
But Ian Douglas most disliked this kind of self-righteous woman.
The second Young Madam of the Saxon Family, the future mistress, must be gentle, graceful, and capable, a young lady of a prestigious family who is as adept in the halls as she is in the kitchen.
A little girl full of trickery and entirely lacking in gentleness, isn’t deserving of his precious grandson.
"Put away those little tricks of yours, if you keep on with your glib tongue, I’ll really force-feed you poison so you can never speak again."
Words like these from others might just be empty threats.
But coming from Ian Douglas, known both in the lawful and unlawful world, it was genuinely chilling.
Under the gaze that flashed with a harsh glint, Scarlett dared not be too impudent, retracting the exaggerated expression on her face, "I just seriously considered it, about leaving Matthew..."
Ian Douglas’s gaze beca sharper as it tore into her face.
"Although I love him deeply, a love that doesn’t earn the blessing of elders will never truly be happy."
She said, blinking as she spoke, ntioning her deep love for Matthew one second and talking about leaving him without a trace of sadness in the next, "So, even though it pains , I must let go."
Ian Douglas was taken aback, sowhat surprised, "You agreed?"
He thought it would take more effort, but unexpectedly she agreed so quickly.
Ian Douglas was imdiately a bit displeased.
It seed this damned girl had no feelings for his precious grandson at all.
To think that his grandson, whether in background or appearance, was impeccable, yet was casually discarded by a girl who had nothing.
This damn girl!
As expected, she only cared for interests, not truly devotedly in love with his precious grandson.
"Of course, to gain sothing you must give up sothing, Old Master Douglas, it’s just a question of how much you’re willing to sacrifice for your precious grandson?" Scarlett seed to have already regarded Matthew Saxon as a commodity awaiting a price, full of a businessman’s tone.
Ian Douglas was utterly infuriated, "Na your terms, as long as you don’t pester him anymore."
Scarlett clapped her hands in delight, her face full of joy, "Wonderful!"
Seeing her eyes narrow into slits from smiling so widely, Ian Douglas’s anger intensified.
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