<h4>Chapter 221: Chapter 221: The master was just thinking about you earlier.</h4>


    He rarely looks this serious.


    Scarlett Yates felt a bit nervous seeing his earnest and solemn expression.


    As if he sensed her nervousness, Matthew Saxon held her hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, and said in a tone that wasn’t exactly tender, yet had a calming steadiness, "I’ve got everything covered, don’t worry."


    With his reassurance, Scarlett’s nerves seemed to ease a bit.


    Indeed, what did she have to fear? With Matthew apanying her, would he just stand by if something happened?


    At that moment, she inexplicably felt a sense of trust in him.


    She took a deep breath, raised her small face, and managed a smile that could barely be called radiant, nodding softly, "Mm."


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    After leaving the hotel, she followed Matthew Saxon into a car.


    The luxury car drove for more than ten minutes before slowly entering a private residence.


    On a tourist ind like this, many wealthy people buy vacation vis for short stays during leisure time.


    The roadsides were lined with beautifully maintained flower beds. In the tropical region, flowers are in bloom all year round, and everywhere you look is a vibrant and colorful spectacle.


    The car drove a little further and entered a spacious area.


    In therge pool, the fountains rose and fell with elegant music, and not far from the fountain pool stood a white western-style building.


    When the car stopped, it wasn’t George who opened the car door, but a stranger Scarlett had never seen before.


    The man, about forty years old, stood aside with a faint smile on his face, looking at Matthew Saxon calmly and said, "Young Master, the old master was just talking about you, and here you are."


    Matthew Saxon’s attitude towards this man was unusually courteous. He nodded and smiled, "Uncle Spencer, long time no see."


    The man, known as Uncle Spencer, smiled and sighed, "Yes, it’s been two years since west saw Young Master. Time flies indeed."


    Matthew Saxon got out of the car first, then waited gentlemanly by the side, extending a hand for Scarlett Yates, advising gently, "Be careful."


    Scarlett Yates felt a little overwhelmed by all this attention.


    Even though she knew Matthew Saxon’s gentlemanly behavior was just an act, she couldn’t help but be moved.


    At the moment she handed her hand to Matthew, he held it tightly.


    His warm hand enveloped hers, like a calming pill, relieving some of her anxiety.


    As soon as she got out of the car, she felt a strong scrutinizing gaze on her.


    Uncle Spencer’s shrewd and sharp eyes were fixed on her.


    After scrutinizing her for a moment, he finally withdrew his gaze, then smiled and asked Matthew, "Young Master, is this Miss Yates?"


    Matthew nodded, smiled, and turned his head, looking at Scarlett Yates with affection, speaking softly, "Scarlett, this is Uncle Spencer."


    Scarlett had already noticed Matthew’s courteous manner towards Uncle Spencer and guessed that his status must be exceptional, thus she spoke with a touch of respect, obediently saying, "Uncle Spencer."


    Uncle Spencer smiled again, gave her another look, and said pleasantly, "Miss Yates, you indeed have an outstanding temperament. No wonder the Young Master is so fond of you. Miss Yates, you are the first woman the Young Master has brought to meet us."