Chapter 249
Seeing his carefree face, a surge of anger instantly burst forth from her heart, charging straight to her head, burning Scarlett Yates’s eyes red.
This damn philanderer, this lecherous cad, while she was busy and sweating profusely, he was enjoying the soft embrace of a beauty!
She truly wanted to tear apart that face of his, immersed in pleasure and oblivion.
She kept glaring at the “lovers” not far away repeatedly, the nameless fire in her heart burning ever stronger!
Damn Matthew Saxon, damnable Matthew Saxon, bastard Matthew Saxon.
Why should he be enjoying the embrace of a beauty while she got smoked by the fire, covered in oil smell, sweating all over to serve him?
The more she fanned the flames, the stronger they grew, and her face became increasingly sour.
The lovers, truly despicable, openly hugging and embracing in public, with no fear of pricking the eyes of others.
Especially the woman lying on Matthew Saxon’s lap, wasn’t she capable of sitting properly, did she have to lie on someone else?
As a woman, she had no sense of shame.
Did they have no sense of decency or shame?
Had they forgotten someone as alive as her was there?
Furious, she bit her lip, her mind frantically conjuring up a thought. She was tempted to smash the plate in her hand directly onto Matthew Saxon’s head.
She stood there gnashing her teeth, observed by a woman.
That woman eyed her for a few seconds, then smiled, leaned close to Matthew Saxon’s ear, and whispered a few words.
After speaking, Matthew Saxon lifted his head from the crowd of beauties, looked over at Scarlett Yates with smiling Peach Blossom Eyes and a brazen smile at the corner of his lips. Tilting his head, he grinned at her, and in a hoarse and lazy voice tinged with drowsiness, said, “Scarlett, these beauties are with me. Grill a few more skewers, none of them can handle spicy food, so don’t add chili p>
Scarlett Yates wished she could hurl the oil cup in her hand at his face.
What kind of tone and attitude was this?
Did he really take her as his maid, ordering her so matter-of-factly in front of others?
Sure, she accepted his generous gift, so serving him was within reason.
But did he get something wrong?
She only promised to serve him the whole time, not those women around him too?
Without thinking too much, Scarlett Yates wanted to refuse.
But as the words of refusal reached her lips, her eyes quickly shifted, flashing with a sinister and cold smile. She nodded slightly and said with a smile, “Got it, Young Master, and the ladies, please wait a moment, the skewers will be ready soon p>
“Young Master Saxon, who is that girl? She doesn’t look like one of your maids p>
“Yes, that girl kept glancing this way earlier, she seemed a bit unhappy p>
The woman, seeing Scarlett Yates’s attire, was a bit uncertain about her identity.
She recognized that dress Scarlett Yates was wearing; it was worth over a hundred thousand, not something a maid could afford.
And that diamond necklace around her neck, even in such dim light, it was sparkling, hard to ignore.
But if she wasn’t a maid, why was she grilling there? Everyone knows Matthew Saxon was very fond of beauty, and no one ever heard of him making any woman do such hard work.
Matthew Saxon stretched lazily, casually pushing the questioning woman aside, nonchalantly saying, “Who she is doesn’t matter. Let’s enjoy ourselves p>
Even if that woman did hold a slight distinction in his heart, so what?
What he was like before, he remained now, and no one could change him.