Scarlett Yates took out the huge check and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
"I haven’t touched a cent of this two hundred million. I’m returning it to you now."
His slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened.
Matthew Saxon didn’t look at the check on the coffee table; instead, his gaze suddenly turned cold.
He smirked coldly, "What does this an?"
Scarlett t his gaze with a composed expression, "Young Master Saxon, don’t worry. Since I signed the declaration, I won’t breach the contract. I won’t ask the Saxon Family to fulfill the engagent."
"What? Not enough money?" Matthew’s face turned cold, his icy gaze like a blade. "Scarlett Yates, do you know the cost of breaking a deal with the Saxon Family?"
Scarlett shook her head, unfazed by his threat. "You misunderstood . I never intended to break the contract."
She was simply returning the money.
Initially, she asked for such a large sum just for that person, but now that she didn’t need it, she had no reason to keep it.
Matthew wouldn’t believe her words.
Two hundred million—the astronomical figure is a deadly temptation for anyone.
Giving it up, only because there’s a better option.
And that option is marrying him, becoming the Young Madam of the Saxon Family.
He long knew she was a greedy woman, yet never thought she would be greedy to this extent.
Henry Dales had gotten himself a fiancée; her extravagant hopes were dashed, and now she turned her attention back to him.
"Misunderstanding? Do you know the consequences of being too greedy?" He rose and walked step by step towards her.
Such an indifferent tone clearly showed he didn’t believe her.
Scarlett’s vision dimd, her whole being enveloped in his shadow.
He stood tall and elegant, with a stance of grace, looking down at her like a king, using his long fingers to lift her chin, a faint smile on his lips, "If I were you, I’d quit while ahead, or else in the end, you’ll be left with nothing."
The cool fingertip gently brushed across, pausing at the most beautiful angle of her chin, applying slight pressure, causing her to wince in pain.
Though he was smiling, his voice remained icy, "Don’t dream that a re verbal promise will make marry you. That will never happen."
Unbeknownst to her, he was already very close.
Thus, she could clearly see the disdain and contempt in his eyes, could clearly see the cold irony that accompanied the slight lift of his lips.
Like an invisible knife, rcilessly stabbing her.
She was stunned for a mont, angrily pushing away the hand that was holding her chin, "I know the Saxon Family has money and power, but it doesn’t an every woman in the world wants to marry you."
He sneered disdainfully, "Claiming you don’t want to, yet deliberately appearing before ti and again. You’re the most contradictory woman I’ve ever seen."
Scarlett was so incensed by his words that she nearly spat blood.
Enough is enough!
She had never seen such an arrogant man.
"Young Master Saxon." She took a deep breath and fixed her gaze on this prideful, self-centered man, speaking slowly, "From now on, I won’t bother you anymore, nor will I appear in front of you. We are nothing but strangers with absolutely no connection."
"Lastly, I’d like to say one more thing: I have no interest in collecting second-hand goods."
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Scarlett felt her manner of slamming the door and leaving was extrely cool.
The foul, dark expression on Matthew Saxon’s face made her feel even more satisfied.
That excessively arrogant man truly thought every woman in the world wanted to marry him?
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