Chapter 153: First Encounter with Knox Simmons
"Young Master, should I go teach that ungrateful woman a lesson?" a man in black said as he turned around, ready to settle the score with Scarlett Yates.
This little girl really doesn’t know her place, daring to push our Young Master!
"Hold it." Knox Simmons finally snapped back to reality, his face looking grim as he pushed the person supporting him away and jumped up from the ground, "You guys are getting way too audacious, actually thinking of laying hands on a woman."
"Young Master, I just wanted to vent your anger." The tall, burly man in black, standing over six feet, surprisingly looked as aggrieved as a housewife.
Knox poked him hard on the forehead, frustrated with his lack of sense, "Vent what anger, who told you to show up? Beauties are to be cherished and pampered, not punished. Now get lost, don’t mess up my plans."
Having said that, he casually dusted himself off, ignoring the bump on his forehead from the fall, and shamelessly sidled up to Scarlett Yates, "Miss, do you have something troubling on your mind? When you’re not in a good mood, what you need most is someone to talk to. I promise to be the most devoted listener. Miss, the night is so beautiful, why don’t we find a quieter place to have a midnight snack and chat about life, I..."
"I heard Young Master Simmons ran away from home half a month ago to escape an arranged marriage. If I make a call and tell Father Simmons that the person he’s searching for is right here, Young Master Simmons might have a nice chat about life when he goes back." With the sound of a cold, deep voice, Knox’s expression suddenly changed.
"Matthew Saxon?!" Knox turned his stiff neck, and as soon as he saw the person behind him, his expression darkened even more.
"Young Master Simmons just up and leaves, leaving a mess behind, the Simmons Family is in chaos, and meanwhile, you hide away living it up. If I were Father Simmons, I’d order someone to break your legs as soon as I found you."
Knox was clearly a bit afraid of him, yet didn’t want to lose face in front of Scarlett, so he stuck out his neck and retorted, "What gives you the right to lecture me, are you any better?"