<h4>Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Don’t Scare Her</h4>


    "How could we possibly have any objections? The more people, the more lively it is. As long as Young Master Saxon is happy, that’s what matters."


    The women were all smart and observant, understanding that Matthew Saxon intended to keep Scarlett Yates around, so naturally, they wouldn’t dampen his spirits.


    "Exactly, it’s so much more exciting with everyone sitting together."


    "This youngdy looks very young, probably younger than us. Would you mind if we call you ’sister’?"


    The women were naturally social, and in the blink of an eye, they enthusiastically started calling her ’sister.’


    The woman who had just been leaning against Matthew Saxon twisted her waist to get up, pulled Scarlett to sit beside her, looked at her with a smile, and said, "As soon as I saw you, sister, I felt so close to you. May I ask your name?"


    The woman’s hand was soft and smooth, like silk.


    With such hands, if they rested on a man, there wouldn’t be a man who wouldn’t like it.


    Just now, didn’t Matthew look quite enjoying himself?


    But when the woman’s hand touched Scarlett, she felt extremely ufortable, as if a cold snake had climbed onto her arm.


    She frowned, and in the face of the woman’s enthusiastic and proactive approach, she made no secret of her displeasure, brushing the woman’s hand away.


    She stood up, looked at the woman expressionlessly, and said, "But you look unfamiliar to me. I can’t recall having such a sister. It seems you’ve got the wrong person with your ’sister’."


    The woman seemed taken aback, her face darkening for a moment. But not knowing Scarlett’s identity, she didn’t dare to react and quickly held back, maintaining a smiling face, saying, "Young Master Saxon, this little beauty of yours seems a little shy."


    "She’s not familiar with you all, of course, she’s shy."


    Matthew Saxon smirked and said in a joking manner, "In front of me, you can do whatever you like, but in front of her, tone it down a bit, don’t scare her."


    "My Scarlett is timid and can’t handle shocks."


    "So, does this mean this little beauty indeed belongs to Young Master Saxon?"


    One woman half-jokingly, half-probing, said, "I can tell this little beauty has an extraordinary aura, just like a richdy. Young Master Saxon, I wonder which cousin of yours she might be. I’ve never seen her before."


    These women had stayed by Matthew Saxon’s side for some time before.


    This encounter was rather idental.


    To them, Matthew Saxon was a gentle, affectionate, and generous former lover—the kind they loved the most. Meeting him again, how could they not seize the opportunity?


    If they could win his favor once more, the money he would give them with a single gesture could allow them to take years off work.


    Therefore, they were particrly curious about Scarlett Yates’s identity.


    The saying ’know yourself and your enemy to win a hundred battles’ was something they firmly remembered.


    Matthew Saxon nced at the woman, his smile faint and his tone even more casual, "Oh? It’s the first time someone said she looks like a richdy. Howe you clever ones still need me to tell you her identity? Just guess for yourselves."


    The woman giggled, picking up a skewer of grilled bamboo shoots in her hand, her face carrying a ttering smile. She carefully took off the pieces of bamboo shoot one by one, then used chopsticks to bring them to Matthew Saxon’s lips, saying in a sultry voice, "Young Master Saxon loves to tease. If you don’t tell, how could we know? If you think we shouldn’t be asking, then we sisters will simply stop asking. After all, any woman who can be by Young Master Saxon’s side can’t have a simple identity."