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... he word ’regret’?" A deep voice carried a hint of anger, and a subtle danger she couldn’t quite discern.
Scarlett, oblivious, stood provocatively still, her lips curved in a sweet smile, and asked gently, "Young Master must be joking. I went to Saint Mercy University, of course I can write the word ’regret.’ Surely Young Master knows how, too? I could even teach you for free."
Matthew Saxon stared at her fixedly, his eyes blazing, as if he wished to tear her to pieces, "Very good ...
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