He’s also just having bad luck.
Scarlett and Stella each took a side, leaving the remaining two seats, and no matter where he sat, the white smoke from the pot drifted toward whichever side he was on, causing him to frown repeatedly.
"Young Master Saxon!" Stella, who was joyfully reminiscing about beautiful campus life, suddenly turned her head, cheerfully looking at him, "Did you hear our conversation just now? Look, Scarlett is such a wonderful and kind girl. Even soone as excellent as Senior Brother Scott pursued her for a long ti. You must really cherish her."
"Senior Brother Scott?" Matthew Saxon frowned slightly.
There was actually soone like this who pursued Scarlett, and Stella even said he was excellent.
Matthew felt a bit uncomfortable about it.
This matter, Scarlett had never ntioned it to him at all.
Stella nodded, smiling brightly, "Yes, Senior Brother Scott is handso, excels in his studies, plays basketball really well, and even plays the piano beautifully. He’s the dream lover of many girls in our school."
Well, apart from Henry Dales, Jimmy Scott was probably the second top-quality handso guy at Saint rcy.
Such an excellent boy actively pursuing a girl for such a long ti, it’s hard for any girl not to be moved.
Yet Scarlett had no interest in Jimmy Scott at all; she found his care and concern annoying.
Matthew Saxon seed finally a bit interested in their topic.
He turned his head, frowned slightly, and looked at Scarlett, "Was there actually soone who pursued you?"
Scarlett, who had just been belittled and hit by him before, now, of course, wanted to flaunt herself, so she nodded, "That’s right."
"And he’s handso?"
"That’s right."
"Excellent in studies?"
"That’s right."
"Plays basketball well?"
"That’s right."
"And plays piano beautifully?"
"That’s right."
A mont later, Matthew Saxon chuckled lightly, "Then why would he like soone as silly as you?"
Scarlett’s smug expression instantly changed, her face darkened, and she gritted her teeth, "He has the insight to recognize a treasure, what do you know? Do you think everyone is as shallow as you, only liking won who look pretty and have good figures?"
"Insight to recognize treasure? I think that’s poor eyesight."
She gritted her teeth, "Then why did you choose ?"
Matthew Saxon gazed at her thoughtfully and sighed lightly, "If I don’t go to hell, who will?"
As they spoke, they surprisingly started to bicker again, exchanging banter, but anyone with eyes could see who won or lost in this war of words.
One was red-faced, angry brows, biting teeth in rage.
One was calm and collected, with a serene expression, smiling like a gentle spring breeze.
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After finishing the al, it was already eight o’clock in the evening.
The sky had darkened, and on the narrow street, under the dim lights, Matthew Saxon’s flashy Maybach stood out, the pristine car body glimred, its sleek and beautiful design like a shining pearl in the darkness, capturing instant attention.
There were even a few won gathered outside the hotpot restaurant.
Before entering the hotpot restaurant, Scarlett had seen these won, at that mont they were screaming while holding their phones constantly taking pictures of Matthew Saxon.
Scarlett couldn’t help but marvel at their patience; they had persistently waited for two hours, still reluctant to leave.
As soon as Matthew Saxon stepped out, a few won standing in the corner beca excited again, under the dim light, their eyes shone with an unusual brightness.
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