The expression and gaze seemed as if they wanted to devour her whole.
"Mr. Saxon, don't worry, I'll pay you back." Scarlett Yates seemed not to have provoked enough, her rosy lips slightly curling into a charming smile, "And please, Mr. Saxon, return my things to me."
"Your things?" Matthew Saxon's eyes were filled with anger, his gaze pressing heavily onto her.
"The birthday gift Henry gave me is still with you. I hope Mr. Saxon can return it to its original owner." She took a sip of coffee, her eyes lowered, her tone indifferent.
"You mean that crappy wood carving and painting?" Matthew Saxon sneered, "I threw it away as garbage long ago. If you want it back, sorry, I can't give it to you."
Scarlett Yates raised her eyes, a trace of anger in them: "You threw it away?"
Matthew Saxon laughed sinisterly: "Why keep such a broken thing if not to throw it away?"
