After she finished speaking, she walked toward the door, regardless of whether he agreed or not.
"You an Knox Simmons?"
The voice behind her suddenly carried a hint of displeasure, saying coldly, "Doesn’t the Simmons Family already have enough sisters? Do you think he’s lacking a sister?"
"Apart from those with blood relations, Knox Simmons only has one kind of relationship with other won. What, are you prepared to join his harem?"
"Young Master, isn’t that a bit too harsh? There’s nothing sordid about our relationship like you imagine."
", sordid?"
Matthew Saxon sneered, "If you knew what kind of person he is, and how many won are around him, you’d find it hard to say that."
"If he doesn’t have any ulterior motives towards you, do you think he’d truly recognize an ordinary person like you as a sister? What do you have that’s special enough for him to take notice?"
"Yes, I’m just an ordinary person."
Scarlett Yates turned, mocking, "So I’m not qualified to associate with affluent Young Masters like you, is that it?"
Matthew Saxon frowned, "You know that’s not what I an. I’m just reminding you not to be too naive, don’t wait until you’ve suffered to regret it."
This woman, she doesn’t know what’s good for her.
He thought he might as well leave her and no longer care.
If she wants to recognize Knox Simmons as a brother, let her. No matter how much she is taken advantage of, it’s none of his business.
If she insists on jumping into the trap, there’s no stopping her.
Ultimately, she must suffer so setbacks to learn a lesson.
Although he seed to sincerely advise her, Scarlett Yates remained indifferent, responding blandly, "Oh, then I must thank Young Master for the reminder. Does Young Master have anything else?"
Matthew Saxon pursed his lips, suppressing his anger, looking at the woman who doesn’t know what’s good for her, "The tea is brewed, you’re leaving without taking a sip?"
Scarlett Yates shook her head, "No, I never really liked tea."
"No matter how much you don’t like it, you should have a cup since I brewed it myself before leaving."
Scarlett Yates glanced at the table, "This tea was brewed by Young Master?"
Matthew Saxon walked to the table, sat down, and gestured to the opposite seat, "Few people have the chance to enjoy this. Scarlett, don’t waste it. Sit, let tell you a story."
Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but laugh, "Young Master wants to tell a story?"
"Yes."
She laughed again, "What kind of story?"
"A story you won’t regret hearing."
"Are you so sure I’d be interested?"
"I’ve never told this story to anyone else, Scarlett, it’s a great opportunity, don’t miss it."
Scarlett Yates stood by the door, watching him.
She blinked, her dark, bright eyes flickering as if she was hesitating.
Matthew Saxon didn’t rush her, just took out a porcelain cup, poured a cup of tea, and placed it at the spot opposite her.
"Alright, I’ll reluctantly listen to Young Master tell it." Scarlett Yates finally sat down opposite Matthew Saxon.
Actually, she really didn’t like tea.
This seed to be the thing most elegant people enjoy, but she was always not very interested.
Occasionally drinking a couple of cups, she felt it was not as good as a sweet and delicious milk tea.
However, she had to admit that the tea brewed by Matthew Saxon was particularly fragrant.
Even soone like her who didn’t like tea couldn’t help but drink a couple more sips.
The rich aroma spread instantly on the tip of her tongue, her mouth full of sweet tea fragrance, a sip down, even breathing felt suffused with intoxicating tea scent.
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