Especially those slender, enchanting eyes that could seduce the soul, Scarlett Yates crashed into them with no defenses, nearly drowning in that deep, dark abyss.
Her heart skipped a beat and pounded fiercely.
She had no idea how Matthew Saxon discovered her.
His gaze landed openly on her face, examining for a moment, then his lips curled into a mocking, disdainful cold smile.
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"Matthew, do you know those two girls?"
The magnificent crystal lamp emitted a cold light, reflecting in Matthew Saxon's enchanting, cold black eyes, revealing the hint of disgust and ridicule in his eyes.
Logan Dales looked along his gaze, carrying a slight confusion in his eyes.
From any aspect, those two girls were not the type for the Saxon Family's Second Young Master.
Matthew Saxon leisurely and slowly retracted his gaze, curled his lips and responded irrelevantly, "I didn't expect Young Master Dales' friends to have such a 'unique' taste, it's hard not to attract attention."
