The girl was very young, her eyes brimming with vibrant energy as she smiled, giving off a sense of unbeatable youthfulness.
Matthew Saxon's side had always been surrounded by women with stunning figures and gorgeous looks. Softy, being a pure and charming young girl, appeared clean and easily likable.
Scarlett Yates stared at the delicate and pretty face of Softy for a few seconds, slowly extended a hand, and squeezed out a smile: "Hello, Miss Softy."
Softy's hand was very white, small, and soft, feeling like a dough ball when held. Scarlett Yates merely intended to shake her hand symbolically, and was about to withdraw when Softy grasped it tightly.
She held onto Scarlett's retreating hand firmly, stepped forward, a swift flicker of color crossing her bright, watery eyes: "Miss Yates, finally seeing you in person, I've heard about you ages ago, didn't expect a day we would meet face to face."
