"Young Madam?" George looked at her somewhat confused, his gaze slowly falling on the pair of fair small hands pressing on his shoulder. He was momentarily stunned, a trace of warmth rising on his face.
However, when he had just run over, his face was already red with heat, so this bit of unusual reaction went unnoticed by others.
Scarlett Yates grabbed his shoulder and shook it excitedly, her lips curved, her eyes bright, with a dazzlingly brilliant smile: "George, Matthew is not dead, did you hear that clearly? This time, I can confirm he is really alive."
The magnificent and radiant smile on her face was so dazzling that George found himself unable to tear his gaze away from her face. He swallowed hard and spoke with difficulty: "Young Madam, why are you..."
Before George could finish his question, he suddenly saw a man walk up to Scarlett Yates.
