<h4>Chapter 216: Chapter 216: Giving Her a Replica</h4>


    Matthew Saxon’s gaze lingered on Scarlett Yates, finally, seemingly unintentionally,nding on her fair and smooth neck. He frowned slightly, "However, something is still missing."


    After he spoke, like a magician, a ne suddenly appeared in his hand.


    It was a shimmering diamond ne, dazzlingly beautiful, taking one’s breath away.


    Matthew pulled Scarlett closer, turning her around as if to put the ne on her, and chuckled softly by her ear, "Do you like it?"


    It felt like a feather lightly brushing past her ear, Scarlett’s body shivered slightly, her voice following suit with a bit of a tremble, "Young Master?"


    Matthew held her shoulder, let out a lowugh, "Don’t move, I’ll put it on for you."


    Scarlett immediately shook her head like a rattle, "No way, the ne is too expensive; I can’t ept it."


    Are you kidding me!


    The diamond on it, just one, is priceless, something she couldn’t afford, let alone a whole string of diamonds.


    No reward without merit.


    How could she dare ept such a valuable piece of jewelry!


    Who knows what his true intentions are? How could someone as sly as him suddenly and unreasonably be so nice to her?


    "Scarlett Yates, what are you thinking about?"


    A lowughter sounded, tinged with teasing. Matthew held down her restless little head, curling his lips, "I’m just lending it to you for a day. You have to return it to me after the dinner party."


    Scarlett immediately blushed a deep red.


    So it’s only a temporary lend, huh? She really overthought it, assuming...


    Matthew teased her again with a lowugh, "This ne is worth eight figures; I can’t casually give it away. If you truly like it, I’ll have someone replicate a fake for you back home. Don’t worry, although it’s fake, the person is incredibly skilled. The replica will look real enough to pass; the authentic can’t be given to you, but I can send you a fake one."


    "Young Master is so generous, I’m really touched." One second she’d felt embarrassed for reading too much into it; after hearing his words, Scarlett felt amused and exasperated.


    A fake?


    The dignified Young Master of the Saxon family actually has the nerve to give someone a fake?


    He gives the real ones to other women but offers her a fake one, utterly infuriating.


    What does he mean by this? Is he indirectly telling her that Scarlett Yates is only worthy of wearing a fake?


    At that moment, Scarlett truly wishes she could bite him!


    How can this man be so infuriating and hateful to such a degree? Is there anyone on this earth more hateful than him?


    Matthew epted herpliment genuinely, "Knowing I’m good to you, you should behave and stop opposing me."


    As his words fell, Scarlett felt a coolness on her neck.


    The dazzling diamonds rested against her skin as white as snow, each one shining brightly.


    Behind her, Matthew’s slender fingers brushed over the diamonds, lightly chuckling and whispering, "Look, it suits you well."


    At close proximity, warm breaths, soft-spoken words...


    He suddenly got so close to her, close enough that if she turned, they would be face-to-face.


    He then kissed her hair, unabashedlyplimenting, "Very beautiful."


    Scarlett’s cheeks flushed as she jumped away, putting some distance between them, then turned and red at him fiercely, "Young Master, mind your words and actions!"


    She’d never met a man with such thick skin.


    Despite her repeated warnings and requests, he still does as he pleases, totally disregarding her words.