"Enough. You''re trying to rob a foreigner in broad daylight? Don''t embarrass our people." Catherine pushed Matthew''s hand away and walked over slowly, snatching the wooden nks in the ruffians'' hands and kicking them far away.


    Those sharp movements made Matthew stunned.


    She was already beautiful and tall, but when she fought, she exuded a heroic aura. Even though she was fighting, the scene looked more like it was an art form to be appreciated.


    With Matthew''s sharp eyes, it was easy for him to tell that her skills were just fancy and impractical.


    What made him even more surprised was that this woman actually broke the arms of those ruffians. Her methods were clean and sharp.


    "People like you will continue tomit robbery after you''re caught and locked up for a day. It''s better to just break your arms and let you recover for a few months. Let''s see how you''ll continue to rob others. Scram!"


    Catherine''s tone was light, but the ruffians were terrified when they looked at her beautiful face and immediately got up before running away.


    "Thank you." Matthew walked up to her. He had ck


    hair, and a shrewd look shed in his blue eyes." Heroine, thank you for saving me. Otherwise, I''d definitely have been robbed."


    Heroine...?


    Catherine almost choked on her own saliva. "Kid, did you just transmigrate over?"


    Matthew was stunned. It was the first time someone called him that. If they were in Neah Bay, people would have turned to look at Catherine in horror.


    After all, she must be the first person to dare to call the prince of the Costner family ''kid''.


    "What did you call me?" he spoke a little incredulously. His ent made his voice sound even more mellow and charming.


    "You look like you''re only 20." Catherine sized him up.


    "Yes, I''m 21 this year." Matthew looked at her youthful face and was astonished. "You''re older than me?"


    "I''m a few years older than you, so you''re a kid to me."


    Catherine nced at the stic bag in his hand that was carrying all the wreaths. The person who bought all the wreaths must be him. It was clear at a nce that the watch on his hand and the pendant hanging from his neck were valuable, so it was no wonder that he was targeted by others. He looked like a rich fool who just came back from abroad. "This is an old street where all sorts of hooligans hang around. You shouldn''t linger around these ces while dressed


    like that. Hurry up and go back."


    She said and left.


    Since she could not buy wreaths, she would just offer the flowers she got. "Heroine, pray tell thy name?" Matthew tookrge strides to catch up to her. Catherine stumbled and almost fell. She was betweenughter and tears. "Pray tell thy name? Are you living in the Elizabethan era?"


    "Ahem. I like reading books written in that era. That''s how people used to talk," Matthew exined in embarrassment, "I thought... I just came to the country yesterday, so I don''t know much about the culture here."


    "You already said that it was ancient times. This is the modern era. Just talk ording to how you would in your country," Catherine exined in amusement.


    "Oh." Matthew nodded. "In that case, beautifuldy, may I ask for your name?"