<h4>Chapter 233: Chapter 233: I Knew You Had Bad Intentions</h4>


    Scarlett Yates had a few lines of frustration appear on her forehead.


    If she were Ian Dous, she would definitely not hesitate to kick this picky guy out immediately.


    Sure enough, Ian Dous’s face darkened as she expected, and he squinted his eyes with a coldugh, "A pair of bracelets worth seven figures, and you’re still not satisfied. Your appetite is really getting bigger, you little rascal."


    Suddenly hearing the bracelets were worth seven figures, Scarlett Yates’s eyes widened bit by bit.


    She looked down, to confirm she hadn’t miscalcted, and counted on her fingers one by one.


    One, ten, hundred, thousand...


    Counting to the seventh finger, she stopped, her already round eyes opening even wider.


    No mistake; she used the simplest method to count again.


    That pair of bracelets, worth over a million.


    No wonder the Dous Family, rumored to shake the entire financial world with one stomp, is so extravagant.


    Just a meeting gift leaves her speechless.


    This gift is too precious. But why is that annoying guy who almost made his grandpa faint from anger still not satisfied?


    Could it be that it would have to reach eight figures for him to be happy?


    "Grandpa is jesting."


    Matthew Saxon squinted his eyes too,zily looking at him and said, "Grandpa’s treasure room has so many interesting things. If Grandpa truly cares for Scarlett, casually picking something from there for her would be much better than these worthless bracelets."


    Worthless bracelets?


    Scarlett Yates’s lines of frustration deepened.


    Only someone like Matthew Saxon, who grew up surrounded by riches, would call a pair of bracelets worth millions ’worthless’.


    Does he even know how many people would never afford what he calls ’worthless bracelets’ in their entire lifetime?


    Ian Dous pressed his lips tightly, the veins on his forehead twitching, eyes filled with a storm, and the anger he’d held in finally exploded uncontrobly, teeth clenched, he raged, "You rascal, knew you had no good intentions, scheming over my treasure room. You ungrateful brat, I’m not dead yet, and you’re already eyeing my treasures all day long. Let me tell you clearly, I’d rather let those things rot there and never give them to you! Just give up on it!"


    Matthew Saxon curled his lips, looking nonchnt, his eyes squinted to a slit,ughing charmingly like a demon, "Grandpa, why is there a need? You only have one grandson, me. After a hundred years, your belongings would be mine anyway. So why not just give them to me now? I’ll take care of them for you, saving you the trouble. When people get old, they shouldn’t worry about so many things. Those who think too much don’t live long. I’m counting on you to live to a hundred, Grandpa."


    As soon as he finished speaking, a silver fork flew towards his face.


    The fork gleamed silver as it flew straight at him, but before it hit him, a silver knife flew over as well.


    "Ah!" Scarlett Yates let out a surprised scream, shocked by the sudden turn of events.


    Seeing the fork and knife gleaming coldly and about to hit Matthew Saxon, he remainedpletely still, as if not worried at all that his charming demon face might get marred.


    Just as Scarlett Yates couldn’t bear to witness the bloody scene about to unfold and was about to close her eyes, she saw the previously unmoving person suddenly reach out with lightning speed, catching the fork and knife between his fingers in the nick of time.