Chapter 37: Scarlett Yates, are you playing us?!
Scarlett Yates nonchalantly said, "With someone of his status, naturally, his friends would also be from prominent backgrounds. You all know how the sons of wealthy families spend money like water. As long as they’re happy, money isn’t an issue. I initially thought that it’s wise not to let wealth slip away to outsiders, so if there’s money to be made, it shouldn’t benefit others. But girls like you who are so proud and aloof surely wouldn’t want to associate with rich boys to avoid misunderstandings."
After finishing, she sighed, looking regretful. She turned around and quietly added, "Two million a year."
"Senior!" Scarlett hadn’t even stepped out when someone grabbed her.
The few people who had just been angrily berating her surrounded her with ingratiating smiles. "We were just joking earlier, hoping you wouldn’t mind. To know a man like Young Master Saxon is every woman’s dream. You’re really something else, senior."
Scarlett, unaffected, smiled and asked, "So, are you all willing to let me make introductions?"
"Willing, willing! We’ll follow your arrangements without any conditions." The few nodded eagerly, afraid that if they hesitated, they’d miss the chance.
The dream of a sparrow turning into a phoenix is one everyone has had.
If one could marry into wealth, they’d become a glamorous Young Madam.
Scarlett’s lips curled up slightly. Meeting their eager and excited gazes, her smile slowly spread, "I was just joking, don’t take it to heart."
"Joking?" They were stunned, dumbfounded.
Scarlett blinked innocently, "You guys are so naive. When have those wealthy young masters ever lacked women?"
With a smile tugging at her lips, she mirrored their previous disdainful expressions perfectly. Slowly, she said, "So, it’s not that you don’t want to be kept, it’s just that you can’t find anyone willing to do it. You shouldn’t be so disappointed. Though you may not get a share of the two million a year, daydreaming isn’t bad. If people don’t have dreams, what’s the difference between them and salted fish?"