<h4>Chapter 157: Chapter 157 Everything Has Deviated from Its Original Track</h4>


    The sounds of panting,ughter, and screams filled the air, lingering overhead for a long time.


    Everyone was letting loose their most suppressed sides.


    Scarlett Yates suddenly screamed; it was unclear whether she was affected by the music or if the alcohol was surging more intensely through her body. She aimed at the strong arm gripping her and bit down hard.


    She was like a ferocious beast, her bite fiercer after tasting blood. Her teeth sank into the flesh, and her eyes were fierce and malicious, her whole face showing sheer ruthlessness.


    It was hard to imagine that a woman too drunk to stand could be so ferocious.


    Blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.


    She looked up, her lips stained with blood, her face deathly pale. Under the dim lights, her teeth embedded in the flesh resembled a Vampire Manor feeding.


    She grinned, her mouth full of blood, creating a scene as bizarre and terrifying as it could get. "If you don’t let me go, I’ll bite you to death!"


    The ce she bit had a deep ring of blood marks.


    The blood dyed half an arm red.


    Matthew Saxon hissed in pain.


    At this moment, he had the urge to kill.


    This damn woman turned into such a lunatic when drunk.


    She was simply a madwoman!


    He really didn’t know what nerve misfired that led him to the bar to find her.


    If he had known she was so ungrateful, he shouldn’t have shown up and just let Knox Simmons take her away.


    What did it matter to him whether she got taken advantage of or got used up?


    After all, they were barely considered partners in certain respects; if not for necessary situations, there was no reason for either to interfere in the other’s life.


    Everything tonight deviated from the original track.


    He had done too many inexplicable things.


    Even he couldn’t give a reasonable exnation for it.


    He hated this feeling of being out of control.


    He should have just left, leaving the ungrateful, foolish woman in his arms, and gone to have a good time as she suggested.


    His time shouldn’t be wasted on a woman who would have no connection with him a year from now.


    She was still provocatively and arrogantly taunting, "I’ll bite you to death, you bastard, stop ruining women everywhere."


    Matthew Saxon was beyond furious.


    His expression was darker than the night outside as he gnashed his teeth, "Scarlett, you asked for this!"


    As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly picked her up at the waist, slung her over his shoulder, and smacked her butt a few times with force. "How dare you drink so drunk when you can’t even hold your liquor? I’ll teach you for causing drunken trouble again."


    Each p hit her butt without mercy, each one louder than thest.


    Scarlett’s face immediately scrunched up in pain.


    Her mind was hazy, her whole body weak and powerless, and even struggling was in vain.


    The pain grew more intense, and it felt like her head had been stirred into mush, her brain heavy as if severalrge stones were pressed on it, making normal thought impossible, leaving only one clear thought.


    Matthew Saxon was indeed a bastard.


    As he walked, fast and urgent, hepletely ignored how she felt. Her body tossed and turned with his movements, making her feel worse than motion sickness.


    Before long, her face turned deathly pale.


    "Bastard, lecher, barbarian, put me down, Matthew Saxon, you damn filthy man, what kind of man are you, bullying a woman, shameless, despicable scoundrel..."