The narrow, long eyes squinted slightly, thin lips pressed together, with a trace of anger at the corners of his mouth, "Scarlett Yates, do you think by calling me Mr. Saxon, you can really draw a clear line between us, as if nothing ever happened?"
"Otherwise, what does Mr. Saxon want?" A mocking smile again spilled from Scarlett Yates' lips as she looked at him with indifferent eyes, "The breakup was with your consent, and now Mr. Saxon has a new love. Is Mr. Saxon still not satisfied with the current situation? Drawing a clear line from a poor person like me is exactly what you've been yearning for, isn't it? After all, to be talked about as the noble Young Master Saxon who once dated a poor girl would really hurt your pride."
Every word she spoke seemed to carry thorns.
At this moment, she was like a hedgehog, with all her spikes directed at him, looking as though she would pierce him all over if he dared get any closer.
