Chapter 91

“Scarlett Yates, do you even know how to write the word ’regret’?” A deep voice carried a hint of anger, and a subtle danger she couldn’t quite discern.

Scarlett, oblivious, stood provocatively still, her lips curved in a sweet smile, and asked gently, “Young Master must be joking. I went to Saint Mercy University, of course I can write the word ’regret.’ Surely Young Master knows how, too? I could even teach you for free p>

Matthew Saxon stared at her fixedly, his eyes blazing, as if he wished to tear her to pieces, “Very good, you have guts p>

Among those who dared to provoke him, thinking carefully, it seemed she was indeed the only one.

Those who do not know the immensity of heaven and earth, whether man or woman, often die rather quickly.

He certainly wouldn’t kill her.

But some punishments are far more interesting than killing.

His gaze suddenly turned icy, a shadow spreading across his eyes, with only two sparks flickering like a beast in the dark night, “It seems you don’t really know how to write the word ’regret.’ How about I personally teach you p>

Scarlett’s reaction was slow, but by now she could sense something was amiss.

Suddenly, she realized Matthew Saxon had somehow gotten up from the ground.

Those legs that had not fully recovered suddenly moved freely, like a gust of wind, and in a blink, he was right in front of her.

Her smug smile froze instantly, and her expression changed bit by bit.

Seeing this, Matthew sneered, “Try running again p>

“What do you intend to do p>

He let out a cold laugh, reaching a hand towards her, as Scarlett tried to dodge, but her speed could never match Matthew’s.

In an instant, he seized her wrist, his icy, piercing voice echoed ominously above her, “This time, let’s see where you run p>

Bang—

In panic, Scarlett grabbed something and hurled it at him.

It was a blue and white porcelain vase that she grabbed, and she smashed it heavily towards his head.

Matthew’s face darkened, his hand snapped up to block, yet he didn’t expect Scarlett to use the moment he was blocking the vase to forcefully shove him.

He stumbled back a few steps, inadvertently stepping on something, slipping and falling to the ground again.

His tall body crashed down heavily, and then lay still.

Scarlett was stunned.

After a few seconds, she recovered and ran over, first kicking him lightly with her foot, “Hey, Matthew Saxon, Matthew Saxon, are you okay p>

Matthew remained motionless, eyes closed, seemingly unconscious.

This time, Scarlett was truly frightened. Seeing no response, she leaned down to shake him, “Matthew Saxon, wake up p>

Suddenly, her arm tightened and she was pulled vigorously by an irresistible force.

“Young Master… ah… I… I didn’t see anything… I really didn’t see anything The room door suddenly opened.

Outside the door, the maid Olly’s panicked face came into view of both of them.

Olly’s face flushed red, covering her eyes, pretending to be blind, “Young Master… what’s wrong with my eyes, suddenly I can’t see anything, ah, really can’t see anything p>

Olly felt her way to the door, gently closing it.

Oh my, what did she just see?

The Young Master’s clothes disheveled, his eyes hazy, words unspoken p>

She never thought that the Young Master, who normally seemed so untouchable and arrogant, would actually have such a side.

This future Young Madam is indeed formidable.

“What are you standing here for?” George arrived to find Olly staring blankly, cheeks flushed, standing outside Matthew’s room with a strange smile occasionally crossing her face.

“George, I have a secret to tell you.” Olly had just seen such an exciting scene and was eager to find someone to gossip to, so George’s appearance offered her the perfect gossip target.

She pulled the bewildered George into a corner, lowered her voice mysteriously, “Guess what I just saw in Young Master’s room p>

George graciously asked, “What did you see p>

Olly grinned, “Something you wouldn’t dream of, I just saw Miss Yates and Young Master… Miss Yates ripped his clothes to shreds p>

“What?” George’s face changed, unbelieving.

Olly nodded frantically like a pecking hen, “Really, I saw it with my own eyes, but Young Master didn’t resist much, he seemed bashful p>

“Cough, cough, cough George coughed heavily several times, cutting off her increasingly absurd account, “Don’t talk nonsense, how could Young Master be like that p>

George envisioned Olly’s depiction in his mind, and immediately felt a shiver run down his spine.