<h4>Chapter 280: Chapter 280: Do You Have to Be So Ruthless?</h4>


    Ian Dous’s gaze turned cold, "Sharp-tongued girl!"


    "Thank you for thepliment, Grandpa. Hmm, this tea smells so nice. Grandpa, can you tell me what kind of tea this is? It must be very expensive, right?" Scarlett Yates acted as if she didn’t notice Ian Dous’s darkening expression, gulping down half a cup of tea like a cow drinking water.


    "Tea with special ingredients, how could it not smell nice."


    Scarlett suddenly looked up, seemingly very interested, with her eyes sparkling, "Special ingredients? What is it?"


    Ian Dous sneered, "Poison."


    Scarlett was stunned, her eyes widened, and she patted her chest while eximing, "Grandpa, you don’t have to be so ruthless. You want me to leave your precious grandson, I never said I wouldn’t agree. I was just thinking about what terms to put forward just now."


    She seemed greatly surprised, but Ian Dous couldn’t discern genuine fear from those sly and lively eyes.


    This quirky girl was indeed different from those women the little brat had before, no wonder he liked her.


    But Ian Dous most disliked this kind of self-righteous woman.


    The second Young Madam of the Saxon Family, the future mistress, must be gentle, graceful, and capable, a youngdy of a prestigious family who is as adept in the halls as she is in the kitchen.


    A little girl full of trickery and entirelycking in gentleness, isn’t deserving of his precious grandson.


    "Put away those little tricks of yours, if you keep on with your glib tongue, I’ll really force-feed you poison so you can never speak again."


    Words like these from others might just be empty threats.


    Buting from Ian Dous, known both in thewful and uwful world, it was genuinely chilling.


    Under the gaze that shed with a harsh glint, Scarlett dared not be too impudent, retracting the exaggerated expression on her face, "I just seriously considered it, about leaving Matthew..."


    Ian Dous’s gaze became sharper as it tore into her face.


    "Although I love him deeply, a love that doesn’t earn the blessing of elders will never truly be happy."


    She said, blinking as she spoke, mentioning her deep love for Matthew one second and talking about leaving him without a trace of sadness in the next, "So, even though it pains me, I must let go."


    Ian Dous was taken aback, somewhat surprised, "You agreed?"


    He thought it would take more effort, but unexpectedly she agreed so quickly.


    Ian Dous was immediately a bit displeased.


    It seemed this damned girl had no feelings for his precious grandson at all.


    To think that his grandson, whether in background or appearance, was impable, yet was casually discarded by a girl who had nothing.


    This damn girl!


    As expected, she only cared for interests, not truly devotedly in love with his precious grandson.


    "Of course, to gain something you must give up something, Old Master Dous, it’s just a question of how much you’re willing to sacrifice for your precious grandson?" Scarlett seemed to have already regarded Matthew Saxon as amodity awaiting a price, full of a businessman’s tone.


    Ian Dous was utterly infuriated, "Name your terms, as long as you don’t pester him anymore."


    Scarlett pped her hands in delight, her face full of joy, "Wonderful!"


    Seeing her eyes narrow into slits from smiling so widely, Ian Dous’s anger intensified.