Every woman here seems to envy her.
Even though her current state is like a caged golden bird, to them, being kept by a man like Maxwell Saxon, even as a bird in a cage, they would be willing.
Scarlett Yates didn't even bother to lift her eyelids, curled up on the cushion by the window reading a book, lazily said, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."
The maid was initially delighted but quickly shook her head, saying, "This is a gift from the Young Master to you, we can't accept it. If the Young Master found out, he would be angry."
"You don't want it?" Scarlett Yates closed the book she was halfway through, looked up, smiled at the maid, and reached out her hand, "Then give it to me."
The perfume was packaged in an exquisitely beautiful wooden box.
The box was encrusted with sparkling crystals.
For such beautifully exquisite things, women always find it hard to resist their allure.
