As she walked, she suddenly realized that she was actually a little jealous of Pearl Simmons.
For the first time, she felt so clearly and distinctly the so-called gap.
Even Rosie Wood hadn't made her feel this way.
But Pearl Simmons was really too perfect, so perfect that no flaws could be found, completely incomparable to Rosie Wood.
"Matthew, aren't you going to chase after? Your little beauty seems to be jealous." Pearl Simmons' eyes showed a hint of keen interest, as if she had seen something very amusing, gently brushed the strands of hair by her ear, her lips elegantly curved upwards.
Matthew Saxon watched Scarlett Yates' departing figure, curled his lips, and slowly stood up.
"Pearl, I'm indebted to you for this favor. If you ever need my help in the future, feel free to find me."
Watching the figure go further and further, Matthew Saxon's lips curved into a joyful smile.
