Chapter 117: It Seems Like Filming
"Sorry." George showed the same troubled expression as the front desk lady, "I’m afraid Miss Yates will have to share a room with the Young Master. Besides, even if there were vacant rooms and Miss Yates booked another room, this would quickly reach the ears of the Master, which would inevitably arouse his suspicion."
"So, do I really have to stay with your Young Master?"
George thought seriously for a moment and nodded, "Yes, Miss Yates."
Scarlett Yates let out a long wail in her heart...
Why, why does Heaven have to torture her like this?
She really despises that bastard Matthew Saxon!
"Miss Yates doesn’t actually need to worry." Seeing her looking dejected and sighing, George couldn’t help but chuckle, "Since the Young Master has an agreement with Miss Yates, he will definitely act accordingly. Miss Yates... needn’t worry that the Young Master will..."
Although he didn’t express it fully, Scarlett Yates understood what he meant.
She snorted coldly, "Your Young Master has such skills. Just standing there in the lobby and a bunch of women flock to him. He has so many women throwing themselves at him that he can’t even choose. What am I worried about?"