Scarlett Yates bit down on her lips, took a deep breath, clenched her fists, and forced a smile from her stiff mouth. "Of course. How would I dare not listen to you? Everything is up to you."
He frowned slightly. "I don't want to force you. There will be a lot of my friends at the banquet. I just want to introduce you to them as soon as possible."
She sneered inwardly.
What a way to say he didn't want to force her. But every single thing he was doing now—was there one that wasn't forcing her?
This hypocritical man who lied through his teeth—how had she not seen his true face sooner?
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"Yo, sis, you're back from your date. Did you have fun?"
Scarlett Yates came back with a belly full of anger.
She had just started up the stairs when a young girl's tender, sweet voice stopped her in her tracks.
She turned around and glared impatiently at Rose Yates. "Brat, I'm in a bad mood right now. You'd better not mess with me."
