Scarlett Yates nodded again.
"The scale isn't broken, right?"
Scarlett shook her head.
"So you really gained three pounds, is that right?"
Scarlett furrowed her brows in confusion, nodded, and couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"
Angela let go of her hand, patted her chest, and appeared relieved, "Great, I don't have to worry about failing my task."
Task?
Scarlett was puzzled at first, thought for a moment, and then her expression started changing.
Angela had mentioned that Matthew Saxon had given her the task of taking good care of her.
Now she's talking about the task, looking extremely anxious.
Is Matthew Saxon here?
As if hearing her thoughts, Angela furrowed her brows and complained in an unhappy tone, "That heartless guy is here, saying he wants to check if I've been taking good care of you. Luckily, you've gained a few pounds; if you hadn't gained any weight, he wouldn't let me off easily."
Thump.
Scarlett's heart skipped a beat.
