<h4>Chapter 482: Chapter 482: Money Makes the Mare Go</h4>


    How can one endure this any longer!


    Scarlett Yates was furious.


    It’s one thing for him not to respect her in private, but today he even did it in front of her friends!


    "What do you mean by that? Are you calling me stupid?" She bit her lip, ring angrily.


    Matthew Saxon smirked, "If it’s so obvious, you don’t need to ask."


    "You!" Scarlett felt she would be infuriated to death by Matthew sooner orter.


    She was already so angry she could almost vomit blood.


    Why couldn’t he learn to sweet talk like others? Even if those words were just ttery, at least they sounded nice.


    Who treats someone like he does, calling her stupid and in, belittling her till she seemed to have no merits at all.


    "Scarlett, I’m hungry. Can we eat now?" Seeing that Scarlett seemed about to explode, Matthew sneakily changed the subject, and politely asked Ste Nelson, "Miss Nelson, have you eaten? If not, please join us. Scarlett is treating, so don’t hold back."


    Seeing them bicker affectionately, seemingly with a good rtionship, Ste couldn’t help but feel a twinge of mncholy.


    Her love was aplete defeat, irreparable. Now, she only hoped that her best friend could find genuine affection, unlike her own miserable end.


    Though she didn’t know much about Matthew, oddly enough, she believed his words.


    When he said those words to her with such an earnest and serious expression, she inexplicably believed him. This trust was truly puzzling.


    Hopefully, this time, her trust would not lead to disappointment.


    --


    They walked to the table and sat down when Scarlett Yates suddenly noticed the ce had be much quieter.


    At some point, the table of rowdy drinkers had left.


    Scarlett remembered Matthew had gone to that table earlier and curiously asked, "What did you do with those drunks? Why did they leave?"


    ording to the boss, they intended to stay until closing.


    Yet it wasn’t even seven o’clock; leaving this early seemed odd.


    Matthew was wiping the table with a napkin, seemingly never satisfied with its cleanliness, furrowed his brows and replied inly, "Too noisy, told them to shut up and leave."


    Scarlett was taken aback, asking in surprise, "You told them to leave, and they really did?" She thought those drunks didn’t seem like the kind of people who would obediently listen, otherwise the boss’s persuasion wouldn’t have been useless.


    Matthew nced at her and said coolly, "They were paid to leave, who would refuse that?"


    "You paid them to leave?"


    "Yes."


    Uh...


    Indeed, problems solvable with money are no problems at all; money makes the world go round, and no one can resist the allure of wealth.


    She was foolish to worry about whether he might fight with those people; she had really overthought it.


    Someone as smart as Matthew would never be as reckless as she imagined.


    As a poor person with nothing, faced with someone who could solve problems with money anytime, Scarlett didn’t know how to respond.


    All human beings, why is there such a big gap?


    Whoever said everyone is born equal was talking nonsense; it’s clearly very unequal, extremely unequal.


    People of different sses lose the race at the starting line from the moment they are born.