She glared at him furiously for a long time, gritting her teeth as she cursed, "Robber."
"Being a robber is better than being someone so incompetent they can't even take what they want." He spouted a bunch of nonsense, justifying his shameless behavior.
Scarlett Yates couldn't out-argue him and stood up angrily, "You eat slowly by yourself, I'm not hungry anymore."
"Sit down." His finger tapped lightly on the table. Seeing Scarlett Yates grabbing her bag and turning to leave, his thin lips lifted, forming a shallow smile, "If you don't want me to announce my ownership of you at your hospital tomorrow, go ahead and leave."
"You..." Scarlett Yates abruptly stopped in her tracks, turning back to glare at him fiercely.
Matthew Saxon curled his lips, his long, fair fingers tapping on the wine glass, listening to the crisp knocking sound, and spoke unhurriedly, "Have a proper meal with me."
Scarlett Yates had no choice but to sit down.
