Scarlett Glenn scoffed with a cold laugh, "If you want it, you want it, who do you think you are? So what if you saved me? I just happen to be someone who doesn't know what gratitude is. My assistant, my person, if you want her, you'll have to ask for my approval first."
"It doesn't matter whether you agree or not, as long as she agrees, it's fine."
"Hahaha..." Scarlett Glenn laughed a few times before her expression suddenly darkened, "Well, let's see, if I don't agree, can you still get Matilda Jenkins?"
The central air conditioning in the room was set at 26 degrees, not too hot, not too cold, just right.
But the atmosphere suddenly became tense and chilly, as if the oxygen in the air was slowly being sucked away.
Nathaniel York had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, looking at Scarlett Glenn with eyes that were now a different kind of cold. It wasn't provocative, but it was a direct gaze, fearless, without guilt or concession.
