<h4>Chapter 263: Chapter 263: This is Clearly Being Unreasonably Troublesome</h4>


    Encountering someone as odd as Knox Simmons, Scarlett Yates suddenly felt some of the heaviness in her heart dissipate.


    Knox Simmons furrowed his handsome brows and said angrily, "How can you say that? Since you agreed to do something for someone, you must follow through."


    This was clearly unreasonable.


    Scarlett Yates rubbed her forehead in frustration, "Young Master Simmons, don’t take the drunken words seriously. I still have things to do and no time to chat with you idly. Please stop following me."


    Not sure if Alice Green was rescued yet.


    Scarlett Yates didn’t particrly like that woman, but she wasn’t cruel enough to hope for Alice Green’s death.


    After saying that, she walked to the area with the most people near the beach.


    She wasn’tpletely without worry.


    Matthew Saxon hurried over, surely to save Alice Green.


    The sky had already darkened, and the sea was pitch ck. It was high tide at night, so no matter how good a swimmer he was, jumping into the sea in a panic to save someone was very dangerous.


    No matter the circumstances, once a person panics, idents are likely to happen.


    She felt uneasy, and her steps quickened, her heart like a pot suspended in mid-air.


    "Are you rushing over to see if that woman Alice drowned or if Matthew Saxon drowned?" At her frenzied moment, the annoying voice behind her kept jabbering.


    "If you’re worried about that Alice woman, I don’t think you need to. She’s your rival in love; wouldn’t it be great if she’s dead?"


    "If you’re worried about Matthew Saxon, there’s even less need. He can’t forget other women even when he has you. A heartless man like that, dead or alive, why bother watching?"


    "If neither of them is dead, you might go over there and find them hugging each other and crying; won’t that upset you even more?"


    "You’d bettere with me; there’s plenty of fun on this ind, andter there’s a banquet on the yacht. How about going together?"


    "If you don’t want to attend the banquet, we can sail the yacht to the ind across and have a candlelit dinner there. There’s a private dining spot with great vors, and I’m sure you’ll like it."


    "Scarlett, Scarlett..."


    The man behind kept talking non-stop, like a box opened, as if he would keep talking unless she responded.


    Scarlett Yates was so annoyed by his rambling that she felt her head was about to explode, and she was tempted to hit someone.


    She couldn’t take it anymore, had to stop, turned back fiercely staring at him, "Young Master Simmons, I’m not interested in men like you. Even if you talk for a day and night, it’s useless."


    "Why?"


    Knox Simmons furrowed his brows, his face prettier than a woman’s, showing a hint of confusion, "What’s wrong with men like me?"


    Don’t all women like good-looking, wealthy, interesting men with great xxx skills?


    He met every condition.


    Why wasn’t she interested in him? Could she have fallen for that heartless Matthew Saxon?


    Scarlett Yates red at him without any sympathy and bluntly said, "First, I hate men who casually flirt with women. Second, I hate talkative men. Third, I hate men who wear pink clothes. Fourth, I hate men who spray a lot of cologne. Fifth, and most importantly, I hate men with Peach Blossom Eyes who casually flirt. Unfortunately, Young Master Simmons meets every point of what I hate."