Every woman here seems to envy her.
Even though her current state is like a caged golden bird, to them, being kept by a man like Maxwell Saxon, even as a bird in a cage, they would be willing.
Scarlett Yates didn’t even bother to lift her eyelids, curled up on the cushion by the window reading a book, lazily said, "If you like it, I’ll give it to you."
The maid was initially delighted but quickly shook her head, saying, "This is a gift from the Young Master to you, we can’t accept it. If the Young Master found out, he would be angry."
"You don’t want it?" Scarlett Yates closed the book she was halfway through, looked up, smiled at the maid, and reached out her hand, "Then give it to ."
The perfu was packaged in an exquisitely beautiful wooden box.
The box was encrusted with sparkling crystals.
For such beautifully exquisite things, won always find it hard to resist their allure.
Scarlett Yates reached out and touched the crystals, feeling the cool touch between her fingers.
She opened the box.
Inside lay an even more beautiful and exquisite bottle.
The bottle was made of purple crystal, its cap shaped like a rose flower.
A faint fragrance wafted into her nose.
Scarlett Yates slled the scent that seed to carry a touch of roses.
She lightly sprayed so, then tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
A very elegant yet unique fragrance, warm and sweet.
"Hmm, the scent is nice." She opened her eyes again, shook the bottle twice, a sweet smile appeared at the corner of her lips, and she looked at the maid, asking once more, "You really don’t want it?"
The maid’s eyes were filled with a bit of longing, but she still shook her head, saying, "Miss Yates, I can’t take it."
She wanted it but didn’t dare to accept it.
"Since you don’t want it, then I’ll just have to throw it away." As Scarlett Yates finished speaking, the exquisite and beautiful perfu bottle drew an arc in the air and then accurately fell into the trash can not far away.
"Miss Yates, how can you throw away the Young Master’s gift?" The maid was stunned by her action, staring at her slack-jawed.
Scarlett Yates spread her hands, retorted, "Why not? I don’t like it, and you don’t want it, so of course, it’s best to throw it away."
"But this bottle of perfu was specially..." The maid’s words were abruptly cut off when she saw the person standing outside the door.
Like her throat was blocked, she couldn’t even speak, her eyes were also wide open.
A few seconds later, she seed to regain her breath, but her tongue was obviously less nimble than before, as if tied in knots, she stamred, "Ma-ma-ma’am."
Scarlett Yates had just opened the new page of the book she picked up again, but hearing the title "ma’am" startled her. Holding the book, she slowly turned around.
Silently standing at her bedroom door were two people.
One was May Denton, who was glaring at her, the other was Uncle Thompson with a stoic expression.
With a fierce and cold gaze lingering on Scarlett Yates for a few seconds, May Denton turned her head, painted vivid lips curled, smilingly said, "Maxwell never hides anything from , but now, he has hidden a live person here for several days, and I just found out. Earlier, I chose a few girls with good conditions in various ways for him to et, and he told he already liked a girl. I thought it was so prestigious young lady, never expected it to be this sort of character."
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