<h4>Chapter 511: Chapter 511 What Kind of Person is the Boss</h4>


    Fortunately, such situations are practically non-existent at Saint Mercy.


    With three major families backing this noble hospital, who would dare to deliberately cause trouble?


    "Saint Mercy is one of the top hospitals. Being able to work there is no small feat. A young girl like you getting into Saint Mercy at such a young age shows that you’re quite exceptional yourself."


    Scarlett Yates felt a bit embarrassed by the Boss’s unabashed praise. Also, having a good impression of this bald middle-aged man, and adhering to the traditional virtue of reciprocity, she startedplimenting him, "Boss, although your restaurant isn’trge, it’s decorated warmly and stylishly. Eating here feels asfortable as being at home."


    "Really?" The Boss seemed to love receiving such praise, his face breaking into a pleased smile.


    Scarlett nodded emphatically, "Yes, I really like it here."


    The Bossughed heartily a few times, seemingly in a great mood, "I like you, youngdy. My ce is close to your workce. Come by often when you’re free. If youe to eat, I’ll give you a 30% discount."


    As soon as he said this, Matthew Saxon let out a sneer, "Just a few polite words, and some people take them seriously. This ce is shabby, where’s the homely feeling?"


    The Bossughed again robustly and then said in a sly tone, "Matthew, if you could be as cute as this youngdy, I’d give you a 30% discount too. But you, honestly, you’re hard to like. If the youngdy pays for this breakfast, it’s free. But if it’s you, the old rule applies, whatever the amount is, not a penny less."


    At a table, someone just finished eating and called the Boss over to settle the bill.


    The Boss reached out and patted Matthew Saxon on the shoulder, speaking sincerely, "In front of me, it doesn’t matter what you’re like, but don’t scare off such a bright youngdy by being as annoying as before."


    Then he turned his head and said earnestly to Scarlett Yates, "Youngdy, if you ever lose interest in this guy, you can consider me. Although I’m not as young, not as good-looking, don’t have his physique, and am not as wealthy, I have a rare genuine heart, and I’ll treat you well."


    Matthew’s eyes narrowed as he lowered his head to look at the greasy hand on his shoulder, his long eyes releasing waves of menace.


    Scarlett Yates: "..."


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    "What kind of person is the Boss, is he really just the owner of a tea restaurant?"


    After walking a bit away from the small shop, Scarlett looked back and still saw the Boss standing at the door waving warmly at her.


    This breakfast left Scarlett feeling very satisfied.


    The tea restaurant’s Hong Kong-style breakfast was incredibly authentic, opening her appetite to eat twice her usual amount.


    "Why do you ask?" Matthew Saxon looked down at her, a faint smile ying on his lips.


    The outdoor sunlight was bright and beautiful, with an endless blue sky above.


    This was rush hour, with people bustling down the street, mere fleeting figures.


    Scarlett thought for a moment and said, "He seems to have a good rtionship with you, are you two good friends?"


    Matthew Saxon smiled and nomittally raised his eyebrows, "Sort of."


    "So, being able to be such good friends with you, he can’t possibly be just an ordinary small shop owner." She concluded.


    A person like Matthew Saxon, so proud and arrogant, wouldn’t have a friend who was merely an ordinary person, much less a good one.