Matthew Saxon looked at her fearful expression and chuckled softly, gently shaking the white porcelain cup between his fingers. He glanced at her with his Peach Blossom Eyes and curled his lips mischievously, saying, "You don't want to hear it, but I just want to tell you."
"Having someone to share the risks with, even in death, there's someone to go down with you. The road to the underworld won't be lonely."
"Young Master, really, don't say it. I don't want to know anything about your secret."
She was a person who feared death.
If he was going to die, he should do it by himself, and not drag her along.
"Scarlett, would someone exceptional, ambitious, and capable always be content to stay beneath others?"
"Young Master..." Scarlett Yates tightened her grip on the teacup, her heart raced as she suddenly realized Matthew Saxon was not joking with her.
He really planned to tell her some unspeakable secrets.
Was he crazy?
