Scarlett paid no attention to the maid's reminder and warning, nor did she take it seriously.
She raised her head unhappily, "Then go get Matthew Saxon over here, will that work?"
The maid saw that Scarlett hadn't taken her words in the slightest, furrowed her brows, seemingly a bit displeased, hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding, "Then Miss Yates, please hold on, I'll go get the Young Master."
After the maid left, Scarlett looked at the food on the table as if it were an enemy and couldn't help but curse Ian Douglas under her breath, "Old fox, petty, no grace, no tolerance."
"Scarlett." A man's voice, soft and deep, filled with magnetism, suddenly sounded excitedly and joyfully, coming in from outside the door.
Before Scarlett could see who was outside, a pink figure dashed in front of her like a gust of wind.
Then, she was grabbed up at once and forcefully pulled into a fragrant embrace.
The force almost snapped her in half.
