Chapter 135
“What, I still have to pay?” Pighead Man was dumbfounded.
Matthew Saxon curved his lips into a smile again, his tone growing increasingly gentle, “You don’t have to pay, I can just break another leg of yours, and we’ll call it even p>
“I’ll pay, I’ll pay, I’ll pay p>
Scarlett Yates looked at the pile of money that unexpectedly appeared in her hands, a network of black lines covering her forehead.
It felt like a flock of crows flew over her head.
The thick stack of money hadn’t been counted carefully yet, but from a rough estimate, it definitely wasn’t a small amount.
She held the money, gazed down for a while, then looked up at someone who remained unfazed, his expression indifferent, the corners of her mouth involuntarily twitching, she asked, “Are these actually to be taken p>
Matthew Saxon, at ease, said, “Keep it well, we can use it for lunch later p>
Her forehead seemed to accumulate several more black lines, “Um… is this really alright p>
“Not alright?” Matthew lowered his head to look at her, his slender peach blossom eyes carrying a deep laughter, “Isn’t this what you wanted? I helped you vent your anger, aren’t you happy p>
Happy, she was certainly happy p>
A man as sleazy and shameless as Pighead Man should have been properly taught a lesson already.
It’s just unexpected that his lesson involved breaking his hand, and not only that, taking all the money he had on him.
The action was indeed resolute!
“His hand… really broken?” In her impression, the second Young Master of the Saxon family was just a squanderer of wealth, involved in frivolous activities, unlearned, spending his days indulging in pleasure, a quintessential wastrel.
Unexpectedly, besides looking handsome, he turned out to be quite skilled in fighting.
Even though she didn’t actually see him fight Pighead Man, the fact that he subdued the opponent in such a short time proves his undeniable strength.
He retrieved a handkerchief, wiped the hand he had used on Pighead Man a few times, then disdainfully wrinkled his brow, “Just a fracture, it can be fixed p>
The wiped handkerchief was thrown into the trash can with distaste.
He turned around, striding forward with his long legs, and as he brushed past her, he seemed to glance at the money she clutched, the corners of his lips slightly curving upwards, “I’m hungry, keep the money safe, let’s go get some food p>
Scarlett Yates’ lips involuntarily twitched again.
He really intended to use this money for eating out p>
She squeezed the money in her hand, hmm, such a thick stack, it indeed could fund quite a sumptuous meal.
Matthew Saxon walked briskly.
Scarlett Yates still stood there in a daze while he had already covered a considerable distance ahead.
Those long, straight legs could even exude elegance while walking.
Scarlett stayed motionless, staring dazedly at his increasingly distant back.
His silhouette was aloof and cold; his handsome figure fell within the sunlight, creating a halo around him, like a divine light.
This man, blessed so generously by Heaven, even his silhouette radiated charm and grace.
He seemed like a god on high.
And upon seeing a god, all mortals feel awe, wanting to worship yet none dare attempt to draw near.
Suddenly, Scarlett felt a surge of fear within her.
The fear came swiftly and inexplicably quickly, so mysterious that even she couldn’t comprehend why.
She was afraid, but what exactly was she afraid of?
Matthew Saxon’s figure grew ever distant.
Distant to the point where he seemed almost engulfed by the golden sunlight, nearly disappearing.
Suddenly, he stopped.
He slowly turned around, initially scanning his surroundings, then his gaze landed directly on her.