Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?
Chapter 137: Used up, turning hostile immediately?

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Used up, turning hostile immediately?

After speaking, she hastily stuffed the money that hadn’t made it into her bag into Matthew Saxon’s hand, still keeping her eyes lowered without looking at him, "With so many beauties here, I’ll go ahead and wish Young Master the best in winning a beauty’s heart. Take this money and treat someone else to dinner."

His hand was scarily hot.

After shoving the money to him, she immediately retracted her hand.

"By the way, if Young Master plans to bring someone back to the room tonight and needs me to make space, please arrange an empty room for me. Lastly, thank you again, Young Master, for helping me vent earlier."

It seemed like she’d said everything she needed to.

Can she leave now?

She didn’t know what kind of reaction Matthew Saxon would have to these words.

She kept her head down, unable to see what expression he wore.

After saying so much, she didn’t know if he heard it clearly or not.

He remained silent, unsettling her deeply with his silence.

After Scarlett Yates finished speaking, she lingered for another minute.

That minute ticked away second by second, feeling as long as waiting for several days and nights.

Matthew Saxon still stayed silent.

He was so quiet it was as if he had evaporated from right in front of her, but Scarlett Yates noticed the glossy shine of his shoes out of the corner of her eye.

He was still there, his body hadn’t moved, standing right in front of her.

Though she couldn’t see his face, Scarlett Yates clearly felt a chill emanating from him, dropping the surrounding temperature by several degrees.

Hmm... it’s really cold...

The blazing sun above slanted down, but its intense heat couldn’t dispel this chill.

She... better make her escape quickly.

Just as that thought crossed Scarlett Yates’ mind, a foot swiftly moved forward.

She thought her performance had been impeccable.

She had expressed her gratitude, handed over the spoils, blessed him, and even considerately offered to make space for him and his new affection.

Where else could he find such a sensible and shrewd partner?

She felt almost moved by herself.

But apparently, someone disagreed.

In a voice as cold as ice and laced with sarcasm, "Scarlett Yates, with you being so considerate for me, should I thank you?"

Scarlett Yates’ other foot seemed frozen, unable to move as she had intended.

She slowly retracted her forward foot, coughed a couple of times with feigned awkwardness, and responded seriously, "No need to be so polite, Young Master. No thanks necessary. If it’s convenient, could you spare some money? I’m hungry and didn’t bring any cash with me..."

As she spoke, a hand reached out in front of Matthew Saxon.

The slender, delicate hand, soft as if boneless, fingers splayed one by one; her skin was as white as porcelain, like a lovely piece of art.

Matthew Saxon looked at her with an expressionless face.

Scarlett Yates’ hand remained open for a while, receiving no attention. She feigned disappointment and sighed, "Since it’s inconvenient for Young Master, I’ll find another way."

Just as her little hand pulled halfway back, it was forcefully tugged back.

She trembled all over, looking up to meet a pair of gloomy eyes.

"Using me up and then turning your back?" the deep, cold voice carried a hint of anger as he smirked, "Scarlett Yates, burning bridges after crossing them, you’re quite good at that."

"Young Master, you’re joking," Scarlett Yates’ eyes flashed with a moment of panic, but quickly regained composure, calmly saying, "Because Young Master helped me, I only had your interests in mind. I was wholeheartedly thinking of you, Young Master, how could you accuse me of burning bridges? It’s a terrible injustice to me."