<h4>Chapter 151: Chapter 151: Being Approached</h4>


    Such a proposal would get the blood pumping for any normal man.


    She was convinced that a yboy like Matthew Saxon would especially enjoy this kind of game.


    "I’m not interested, you can go." Matthew Saxon suddenly pushed her away.


    Natalie Hughes was stunned, as if in disbelief, eximed, "Young Master Saxon, you’re, you’re not taking mypany?"


    Matthew Saxon stood up and turned away without hesitation, "Not tonight, I’ll let you know when I need you."


    After saying that, he left without caring about her reaction, leaving her standing there alone.


    It all happened too fast, too suddenly.


    It wasn’t until Matthew Saxon had already left the hotel that Natalie slowly realized she had been left behind by him.


    He was devoid of gentlemanly manners; he had asked her out, left midway, without even a word of exnation.


    She was first surprised, then angry, but quickly felt indifferent.


    No Matthew Saxon, there were other men.


    Tonight, she wouldn’t be lonely.


    Although other men couldn’tpare to him, such rare treasures were hard toe by, and meeting one or two was enough; she never hoped to seek future partners by that standard.


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    Chaotic and noisy music pounded in her ears.


    The DJ was vigorously controlling the venue’s rhythm, twisting his body wildly, as if in a state of seizure.


    The people in the dance floor were the same, twisting desperately, as if trying to break their waists, limbs posing in all sorts of exaggerated gestures.


    The air was chaotic and oppressive.


    The pungent scent of women’s perfume, men’s body sweat, the pervasive smell of alcohol from all sides—all these unpleasant odors mingled together like poisonous gas, yet those who inhaled this "poison" did not be unwell; instead, they were increasingly excited, as if fueled by adrenaline.


    Scarlett Yates was among those people as well.


    She couldn’t remember how many cocktails she’d had.


    Three, four, five cups, or even more...


    She was still holding a multicolored cocktail in her hand, this drink had a beautiful name, called the Rainbow Bridge.


    Scarlett Yates squinted her dreamy eyes, looking at the ss in the light repeatedly, reluctant to gulp such a beautiful drink down.


    The cocktail wasn’t strong, but it packed quite a punch.


    Scarlett Yates wasn’t known for holding her liquor well, having once gotten drunk after just two sses of beer.


    After downing several cocktails, she was already drunk, but herplexion remained as if she werepletely sober, without any change.


    She tilted her head, resting her chin on one hand, her ponytail nting downward onto her shoulder, like a piece of sleek ck satin.


    Her outfit was full of student vibes, with a youthful, innocent little face. She leaned drowsily against the bar like an innocent child.


    Quite a few men had already taken notice of her, frequently ncing her way.


    The bar was full of alluring, radiant women, but girls brimming with student charm like her were a rarity.


    A man who had been watching her ever since she entered the bar saw the perfect opportunity, sidled over, and sat next to her, initiating an insidious conversation, "Miss, are you alone?"


    Of course, he knew Scarlett Yates was alone; otherwise, he wouldn’t have set his sights on her.


    Scarlett Yates tilted her head further, turned around, squinting at him, discerning under the colorful lights for a good while, then puzzled, asked, "Who are you?"


    She didn’t recognize this man.


    Her curious look made her appear even more adorable in the man’s eyes.