<h4>Chapter 139: Chapter 139: It Turned Out to Be Him</h4>


    The scattered money was picked up by her, bill by bill.


    She carefully counted it once again.


    Yes, the amount was correct,pletely urate.


    Since he refused to take the money, she wouldn’t stand on ceremony.


    With this, hervish meal was ensured, and she could not only have a great dinner but also enjoy a good bottle of wine.


    Good, very good, everything was beyond her expectations.


    Satisfied, she stood up, ced the sorted money into her bag, turned around, and squinted at the fiery-red sky set aze by the sunset for a long while. A faint smile appeared on her lips, but her heart felt a trace of loss.


    What was she feeling lost about?


    The answer she vaguely knew, but dared not think about.


    She had always been someone afraid of trouble.


    Once she sensed trouble, her first reaction was to hide far away and conceal herself.


    Undoubtedly, Matthew Saxon had already be a source of headache for her.


    The year-long agreement had just begun, yet she was already yearning to escape.


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    Scarlett Yates indulged herself extravagantly for once.


    The graceful piano sounds flowed like water; in such a high-end hotel, even the air was filled with the pleasant scent of flowers.


    She chose a corner with few people to sit down.


    Despite her efforts to minimize her presence, her overly casual attire still drew quite a few eyes.


    Among the curious nces, some carried curiosity, some held mockery, and others had a bit of interest.


    It’s no wonder people noticed her.


    In this hotel, all the diners, whether male or female, were dressed formally.


    Only she walked in wearing a T-shirt and shorts.


    In the past, being stared at by so many people would have made Scarlett Yates feel utterly ufortable.


    But during her stay with the Saxon Family, in the early days, she experienced such scrutiny daily. The young and beautiful maids loved to gather in threes or fives, secretly watching her while whispering.


    After being stealthily observed and discussed so many times, Scarlett Yates gradually became ustomed to it, transitioning from initial difort and embarrassment to maintaining a calmposure.


    She was no longer the shy girl who would feel self-conscious after a few nces from others.


    Ignoring the probing gazes around her, she calmly propped her chin, squinted slightly, and focused on listening to the music.


    A romantic and graceful "Sky City," performed live, the pianist was dressed in a white suit, revealing a hint of his smooth and fair facial features, and his lengthy fingers effortlessly danced on the piano keys.


    His fingers moved up and down, his actions were impably elegant, as if dancing across the keys.


    Even on such a vast stage, sitting quietly beside the white piano doing nothing, he was a strikingly beautiful scene.


    Many women gazed towards the stage.


    "Wow, what a handsome man!"


    "He’s so captivating when he ys the piano, just like a Prince from a fairy tale."


    "He seems to be alone;ter we should ask for his contact information. He’s so good-looking, with such a great temperament, and ys the piano so well, he’s simply my dream lover."


    Once the piece was finished, he gently closed the piano lid, stood up, his slender and lean silhouette reminiscent of moonlight in a cold night—though cold, it possessed a subtly elegant beauty.


    Scarlett Yates’ heart trembled fiercely, her arm knocked against the ss on the table, causing it to wobble, nearly tipping it over.