"Henry, don't be too greedy. Since you've chosen to marry into the Wood Clan, don't provoke the woman you've already hurt again."
Henry felt as if he'd been struck by lightning, his face turning pale.
He couldn't find a single word to refute.
"As far as I know, Young Master Dales, you came this time specifically to compete for the newly developed resort. Unfortunately, Seymour is also very interested in this project. Instead of focusing on things you shouldn't be involved in, you should think carefully about how to successfully land that piece of land."
"Everyone says you're a very capable person, Young Master Dales. I like strong opponents the most. Don't let me down."
Matthew finished speaking, letting out a few meaningful, cold laughs, then pushed aside the now-petrified Henry and carried Scarlett away into the distance.
The night wind was very cool.
Cold wind buffeted Henry's pale, handsome face.
