Chapter 430
“Miss Yates might not know, but Miss Pearl Simmons is here. She’s in the garden having tea and chatting with the master. Oh, and the young master is there too. Does Miss Yates want to go find him?” The maid said this with ill intentions.
After speaking, she sneaked a glance at Scarlett Yates, with a rather gloating expression.
Scarlett knew exactly what she was thinking.
She smirked secretly and looked at the maid, asking without a trace, “What’s your name p>
“Huh p>
“I think you’re quite clever. I want to take you along with me and Matthew back to the Saxon Family. Would you like to go p>
The maid was stunned for a moment, then her eyes lit up with joy, “My name is Kiki p>
The treatment at the Douglas Family was indeed not bad, but Ian Douglas, after all, was already in his fifties and never showed interest in women, so they couldn’t even dream a little.
If she could really go to the Saxon Family, not to mention anything else, just seeing the two young masters there every day would be a visual delight.
Especially the young master, with such a beautiful face, just looking at him could be intoxicating.
“Kiki.” Scarlett read her name with a smile, then nodded, “Nice name. I’ll mention this to Matthew. If nothing unexpected happens, you’ll come with us p>
“Thank you, Miss Yates, thank you, Miss Yates.” Kiki smiled broadly in delight.
The other maids looked at her with envy, wondering why such a good opportunity didn’t come to them.
Serving two young and handsome masters was much better than serving Ian Douglas, that moody weirdo.
Watching Kiki’s ecstatic expression, Scarlett squinted her eyes, a cold color flashing in her pupils.
She hadn’t intended to play the villain, but Kiki was simply too annoying.
Scarlett Yates was no saint who repaid grievances with virtue.
The lazy sunlight shone overhead, its scorching heat almost setting her hair on fire.
All around was a riot of color, flower clusters in bloom, everywhere was a delightful scene, but Scarlett Yates was no longer in the mood to appreciate it.
From the moment she heard that Matthew Saxon had been spending days with Pearl Simmons, her mood had become as gloomy as a rainy day, no matter how bright and dazzling the sun, it couldn’t shine into her heart.
She didn’t know what Matthew Saxon regarded her as.
After he had done so many ambiguous things to her, just when she started to think he might like her too, he turned around and stood beside another woman.
That woman was the fiancée Ian Douglas had chosen for him.
She believed Matthew Saxon knew this as well.
Even the Douglas Family’s servants knew about Pearl Simmons’ special status, how could he not?
He pretended to care for her and value her, so much so that she almost believed him.
But the warmth and tenderness only lasted for two or three days before reverting back to its original form.
It felt as if a fire was burning in her heart, the anger surged from her chest straight to her brain, filling her eyes with flames of rage.
Matthew Saxon, Matthew Saxon, did he repeatedly toy with her because he truly saw her as a plaything?
If he genuinely liked Pearl Simmons, he could have just told her, and she absolutely wouldn’t cling to him shamelessly.
She would graciously wish them well and fulfill their destiny.