Seeing her eager to find Matthew Saxon, the boss frowned even more tightly, "Scarlett, money is important, but selling yourself for money, you’re ruining your life. I know that Young Master Saxon is rich and good-looking, and you young girls are infatuated with this type of man. But, no matter how charming he is, you can’t just beco his mistress for a bit of money."
"Even if you’re poor, you can’t lose your dignity. You’re still so young, with a bright future ahead of you. It’s not worth selling yourself just for a small benefit now. Once you sink deeper into this path, your entire life will be tainted. If I didn’t feel a connection with you and couldn’t bear to see you ruined, I wouldn’t bother with this matter."
"Scarlett, listen to , you can still turn back now. Don’t wait until you regret it later."
The boss’s words left Scarlett Yates stunned. It took her quite a while to co back to her senses.
She looked at the boss with a peculiar expression, "Boss, did you misunderstand sothing?"
Her? Matthew Saxon’s mistress?
"Misunderstand?" The boss frowned.
If she’s not a mistress, how could two people of such disparate status co together?
What kind of family is the Saxon Family? There’s no one in A City who doesn’t know about them.
They are a wealthy household worth billions, and if Young Master Saxon were to find a proper girlfriend, he’d need soone of equal social status.
Moreover, he’s heard bits of rumors about the second young master; supposedly, he’s quite a playboy, changing won like changing clothes. To date, he hasn’t officially acknowledged any woman’s status.
Seeing the boss’s puzzled look, Scarlett Yates found it sowhat amusing.
Of course, she knew the boss had good intentions, afraid she might truly sell herself for money.
But in his eyes, he might also think that a woman of her lowly status is unworthy of Matthew Saxon, which is why he assus she’s Matthew Saxon’s mistress.
Just as she was about to explain, a woman’s furious roar suddenly ca from behind her.
The voice sounded sowhat familiar, like Stella Nelson’s voice.
Scarlett Yates blinked in confusion, not caring whether the boss misunderstood her. She quickly turned around.
Just three or four ters behind her, Stella Nelson stood by a table with reddened eyes.
"Max Quinn, how can you say that? I’ve done so much for you, and you actually say I deserve it? Don’t you feel you’re too evil?"
She must have cried; her eyes were red and swollen, and her makeup was sared, with dark circles under her eyes and the lipstick on her mouth smudged. She looked both pitiful and amusing.
"Miss Nelson, what else do you want to say? We are simply not suitable for each other. For your sake, for my sake, for the sake of everyone involved, let’s not continue this entanglent. It’s aningless, right?" A man slowly stood up, his face showing an impatient expression.
The man looked about thirty, fairly handso, perhaps had drunk quite a bit, his face red like a cooked shrimp.
Stella Nelson stood up emotionally, wiping her tears and choking up, "What’s unsuitable? Didn’t you say you liked girls like ? Now that you have another woman, you want to ditch ? Max Quinn, there’s no way such a cheap thing can happen. You want to break up, do you? Let tell you, I don’t agree, absolutely not."
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