Scarlett Yates took out the huge check and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
"I haven't touched a cent of this two hundred million. I'm returning it to you now."
His slightly narrowed eyes slowly opened.
Matthew Saxon didn't look at the check on the coffee table; instead, his gaze suddenly turned cold.
He smirked coldly, "What does this mean?"
Scarlett met his gaze with a composed expression, "Young Master Saxon, don't worry. Since I signed the declaration, I won't breach the contract. I won't ask the Saxon Family to fulfill the engagement."
"What? Not enough money?" Matthew's face turned cold, his icy gaze like a blade. "Scarlett Yates, do you know the cost of breaking a deal with the Saxon Family?"
Scarlett shook her head, unfazed by his threat. "You misunderstood me. I never intended to break the contract."
She was simply returning the money.
