Chapter 8: The Poorer People Are, the More Frightening They Become
"That’s right, no wonder they say the poorer someone is, the scarier they are. Such greed."
Scarlett Yates ignored the sneers and simply looked calmly at Matthew Saxon, "Two hundred million, and the deal is done. I will sign immediately, and from now on, I have no ties with the Saxon Family."
Matthew Saxon’s eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze growing colder, "Scarlett, do you think you’re worth two hundred million?"
Scarlett gave a slight smile, "Whether I’m worth it or not, depends on what Young Master Saxon decides."
Lena Ayles frowned, intending to say something, but before she could speak, Matthew Saxon’s glance stopped her, and she swallowed her words.
Matthew Saxon stared at her silently for a moment, then turned with a deep and icy voice full of disgust, "Scarlett, I can give you two hundred million, but if you dare break your promise, you will pay the price."
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Sacred Glow University.
Room 601 on the third floor of the girls’ dormitory.