"Dressed like this, people who know Miss Denton’s identity might not think much of it, but those who don’t might mistake Miss Denton for a woman of ill repute, and that wouldn’t be good."
After speaking, Matthew Saxon seed not to notice Alexis Denton’s face turning beet red with sha and anger, calmly and composedly walked past her.
George couldn’t help but silently bemoan his fate.
The Young Master, after making a cutting remark, simply turned away, leaving him to face Alexis Denton’s twisted expression.
Alexis Denton trembled with anger, biting her lip fiercely, and her knife-like gaze kept returning to the bowl of porridge on the table, as if it had wronged her deeply, her teeth gritting furiously.
Although Matthew Saxon had said to let him have the porridge, George had no interest at all.
After all, he didn’t want to be stared at so viciously while eating; it would completely ruin his appetite.
Moreover, Alexis Denton’s porridge was not sothing to be eaten casually.
She originally moved in with the intent of seducing the Young Master, who knows if she added sothing special to the porridge.
After Matthew Saxon left, George quickly got up as well, gave a courteous nod to Alexis Denton, and said goodbye, "Miss Denton, I’ve already had dinner and I’m not hungry, you should keep the porridge for yourself. I have so matters to attend to, so I won’t accompany you further. Goodbye."
Alexis Denton looked up and gave him a fierce glare; her face, twisted with anger, looked grotesque under the light, as if it had completely ruined her originally charming features.
She probably dared not lose her temper in front of Matthew, so she directed all her anger at those around him, her sharp, knife-like gaze fixed on George.
George felt that Alexis Denton’s look was as if she wished to carve him into pieces.
He couldn’t help but shiver.
No wonder they say it’s best not to easily offend won; even the gentlest and prettiest woman can be terrifying when angry.
This whole situation had nothing to do with him, yet he was caught in the crossfire, inexplicably becoming a thorn in soone else’s side.
With the mindset of avoiding trouble, once George finished speaking his polite words, he imdiately turned and left.
He had just taken a few steps when he heard a commotion behind him.
Unable to resist, he turned to look back, only to see Alexis Denton in a fit of rage, picking up the porridge and throwing the bowl into the trash as he turned.
George shook his head, quietly sighing in his heart.
It seed that the Saxon Family shouldn’t expect peace for a while; Miss Denton’s temper was extraordinarily bad, not even considering her behavior in soone else’s ho, still as spoiled and willful as ever.
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"Auntie..."
Alexis Denton walked into May Denton’s room with a face full of grievances. Having been spoiled since childhood, she ca imdiately to May Denton to complain after feeling slighted by Matthew.
Her eyes red with anger, she sat down by the bed and recounted exactly how Matthew Saxon had treated her to May Denton.
While speaking, her eyes stayed red as she wiped away tears, "Auntie, he didn’t even bother to look in the eye, and he just handed over the porridge I made for him to his assistant. He’s clearly trying to embarrass . You kept saying that dressing like this would surely charm him, but he didn’t notice at all."
May Denton sat unfazed, elegantly sipping the milk tea on the table, as if she hadn’t heard Alexis’s tearful complaints. Only after Alexis had finished her grievances, did she slowly put down the delicate teacup in her hand.
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