In front of a girl named Little Tail, she was nothing.
It's almost laughable to think that she could be jealous of a little girl, especially one who has already left this world.
Matthew Saxon probably had never been so despised by anyone before. His face was as cold as ice, his eyes filled with thorns, glaring at Scarlett Yates through gritted teeth.
"Scarlett Yates, you're quite something!"
With a snap.
He punched the bedside cabinet, and with a vicious, predatory glare, he swept his large hand across the cabinet, sending colorful pills scattering to the floor.
He turned around, his back still radiating coldness.
"Rest assured, I won't disturb you again, never again." After enunciating these words through clenched teeth, he strode away without looking back.
As he exited, he forcefully slammed the door, making a loud banging noise.
"Matthew Saxon." Seeing him step inside, Scarlett Yates called after him.
