Chapter 751

Anywhere Matthew Saxon appears, he always becomes the center of women’s conversations immediately.

Scarlett Yates stood at the back of the crowd, in the most inconspicuous corner.

From her position, she could see Matthew Saxon, but he would absolutely never notice her.

Scarlett had actually thought about under what circumstances she would meet Matthew Saxon again, and what she saw now was almost exactly as she had imagined.

As expected, there was soon someone new by his side.

A very young and beautiful girl, looking like she’s no more than twenty years old.

It was something to be expected; when had he ever lacked women by his side?

For him, as long as he beckoned, countless young and beautiful women would be willing to follow him. Just like what the woman in the discussion earlier said, his background and his looks determined how popular he was among the opposite sex.

But she still felt a pang of bitterness, felt sad, had a ridiculous feeling akin to jealousy.

But why was she feeling bitter? Was she bitter and sad because there was another woman by his side so soon?

Wasn’t it she who said please let him go, she who said her heart belonged to someone else, she who said she never liked him p>

After saying so many over-the-top things to him, what else could she expect him to do? Even if she had dealt a heavy blow, should he still remain virtuous for her, always leaving that spot by his side empty?

Matthew Saxon’s arm was wrapped around the slender waist of that girl.

The girl occasionally looked up at him, her face filled with a shy, sweet, and happy expression.

Matthew Saxon was a man who disliked socializing; after exchanging a few words with Mayor Chapman, he left with the girl to another place.

Scarlett Yates saw the direction he turned to, seemingly heading towards Maxwell Saxon.

After Matthew Saxon left, some of the women who had been watching also lost interest and slowly dispersed.

Only Scarlett Yates remained, standing where she was, staring blankly in the direction he left, her eyes dim.

Angela had told her long ago that he would also attend tonight’s banquet.

So before coming, she had anticipated running into him, and even imagined if they did meet, how she should behave, what she should say.

But no matter how indifferent and unconcerned she thought she would be, when it really came down to it, her emotions became quite complicated.

The waiter weaved through the crowd with a tray full of Champagne glasses.

Scarlett Yates stopped him, took a glass of wine, walked to a corner, and sat down, silently drinking to herself.

After finishing one glass, she asked for another.

Unknowingly, by the time Maxwell Saxon found her in a very unobtrusive corner, Scarlett Yates had already drunk quite a bit.

The taste of Champagne was very mild, just like fruit wine, and it was basically not intoxicating.

But for someone like Scarlett Yates who has a low alcohol tolerance, having one or two glasses was fine, but seven or eight meant she was starting to feel dizzy.

On the table before her were already ten empty glasses, and she was holding another, pouring it into her mouth.

When Maxwell Saxon arrived, he was startled by the number of empty glasses on the table; before Scarlett Yates could bring the Champagne she just got to her lips, he reached out and snatched it away.

“Scarlett, you can’t drink anymore.” He frowned, handing the glass to a passing waiter behind him.

“Maxwell Saxon, it’s you.” The effects hadn’t hit her yet; although Scarlett Yates had had quite a lot to drink, she wasn’t immediately losing her senses. She maintained seventy percent of her sobriety, raised her chin, and said with a smile to Maxwell Saxon, “You came just in time. Drinking alone is no fun. Why don’t you join me p>