Chapter 32: Indeed a Man of Few Words
Scarlett Yates was taken aback, and slowly lifted her head.
As she looked up, the person who had called out to her just now was momentarily stunned, his expression slightly changing, but unlike the driver earlier, he did not shout in fear.
The middle-aged man, dressed in a refined suit, had a genteel demeanor and a warm smile as he looked at her, "Miss, do you need any help?"
Seeing Scarlett’s puzzled expression, the middle-aged man smiled and explained, "Our young master saw you sitting here alone and asked me to come and check."
"Your young master?" The middle-aged man was looking every bit the successful businessman, but unexpectedly, was merely a messenger.
If even the messenger had such an extraordinary bearing, she wondered what kind of remarkable person the young master he spoke of could be.
It was rare for someone to remain so composed upon seeing her current state. Scarlett craned her neck to glance at the luxury car parked behind him.
Beneath the moonlight, the matte black body of the car exuded a subtle blend of opulence and mystery.
Scarlett couldn’t identify the car, but although she had never owned anything so grand, she could tell at a glance that all her belongings together couldn’t even buy a wheel.