She absolutely cannot leave with a misunderstanding like this.
"You shameless, despicable, disgusting scoundrel, you still want to keep deceiving me?"
Scarlett Yates turned around, her eyes fierce, glaring viciously at him, gritting her teeth tightly, looking at him as if he's an unforgivable bastard.
She had never displayed such a ferocious side.
In that instant she turned around, Matthew Saxon was startled by her fierce gaze and paused.
In that moment of daze, Scarlett Yates raised the bag in her hand and slammed it hard onto the hand that grabbed her.
"Let go of me, you damned bastard, save your deceptive lies for someone else."
She hit him with great force.
She vented her anger, slamming down hard, the zipper of the bag scraped across Matthew Saxon's arm, tearing a gash in the sleeve of his expensive shirt.
Matthew Saxon didn't expect that although she looked thin and weak, she had such strength.
