<h4>Chapter 236: Chapter 236: Don’t act rashly alone</h4>


    He turned his head and looked back, his eyes revealing a yful and sly smile, "These items are my grandfather’s most prized possessions. No one else is allowed to touch them, and taking any of them is no easy feat."


    Scarlett Yates stared at him in confusion, "Since they’re so important to your grandfather, we... shouldn’t take them, right?"


    Taking someone’s beloved items is quite hical, isn’t it?


    "Shouldn’t?"


    Matthew Saxon raised an eyebrow and gave her a hard flick on the forehead, frowning with exasperation, "Why not? They’re just sitting there anyway. You love money, don’t you? Do you know how much each of those items is worth?"


    Scarlett winced from his harsh flick, the pain causing her features to scrunch up. She reached up to touch her forehead and discovered a small bump.


    She held the bump on her forehead and red at him, "A gentleman loves wealth and acquires it properly. Young Master, you make your grandfather so angry, don’t you feel even a little guilty?"


    But clearly, talking about guilt with someone shameless is utterly useless.


    Matthew seemed to hear a funny word, raised his eyebrow again, dismissively saying, "That old fox is stronger inside than anyone else. A few casual words won’t kill him. He loves pretending to be pitiful to gain others’ sympathy. Don’t be easily deceived by his appearance."


    In the middle of the conversation, the door opened halfway.


    He walked in first, holding Scarlett’s hand without turning back. His husky yet seductive voice drifted over from in front, "What are you standing at the door for? Come in quickly."


    Scarlett looked around and saw no one, just about to shake off his hand. Yet, as if Matthew had eyes on the back of his head, as soon as she moved, his voice rang out again, "Follow me obediently. There are booby traps and mechanisms here, don’t act recklessly alone."


    Booby traps?


    When Scarlett heard this, her movements slowed.


    She looked left and right, her face full of skepticism and surprise, "There are mechanisms and traps here?"


    She’s only seen such things in martial arts novels or TV dramas.


    In real life, can a treasure room have mechanisms and booby traps?


    Although she doubted, she didn’t have the courage to test the truth. His tone earlier had been serious and earnest, not like he was lying.


    "Every item here is invaluable. Do you think a mere key and a door are all the protection?"


    Scarlett fell silent for a few seconds, still not fully believing him, but she trusted him more than half.


    What he said seemed reasonable. Since it’s a treasure room, the items inside must be precious. Setting up mechanisms and traps to prevent theft seemed normal.


    The hand that wanted to break free quietly and submissively retreated into his palm.


    Fearing she might identally trigger a mechanism, Scarlett edged forward cautiously, sticking closely to Matthew.


    She had always been afraid of death, especially a very horrible one.


    Nervously, she nced around, naturally missing the fleeting sly smile in Matthew’s eyes.


    The treasure room was unexpectedlyrge, sorge that it felt empty.


    High walls surrounded it, with shelves made of huanghuali wood attached to the walls. The shelves had drawers andpartments of various sizes, each filled with collected items.