"Don't think that just because you have the old fox backing you, I can't deal with you."
The dangerous aura was closing in...
Scarlett Yates instinctively wanted to escape; she opened the door and ran out.
The man behind her acted faster, roughly grabbing her shoulder and pulling her back.
Scarlett, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, jumped up in an instant, turned around, and used both her hands and feet against him.
She pushed, hit, bit, and scratched...
In an unguarded moment, Matthew Saxon's body got scratched with two lines of blood.
He was furious, his face darkened instantly, and he gritted his teeth, "Damn woman, you've angered me."
In her panic, Scarlett glanced up and saw that the direction he was dragging her was towards that giant bed, big enough for four or five people.
Her face turned pale with fright, and she struggled even more fiercely.
In extreme fear, there are two possible reactions.
