Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 334: I Do Not Accept Your Declaration of War

"If you insist on fighting with me, I’ll make you regret it."

Scarlett Yates had never seen a woman so shameless.

She’s about to marry Maxwell Saxon, yet she won’t allow other women near Matthew Saxon.

What does she take this for?

Both Saxon brothers, does she want them all?

Seeing her with a high and mighty, queen-like attitude, Scarlett Yates suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Alice Green coldly looked at her.

Scarlett Yates laughed for a moment, then stopped, taking a sudden step forward.

Alice Green thought she was about to strike, startled, and immediately stood up, stepping back cautiously, "Scarlett Yates, what do you want to do?"

This action made Scarlett Yates inwardly despise her.

She was so arrogant just now, thinking she was really some formidable character, but who knew her courage was so small.

Scarlett Yates snorted disdainfully, not even bothering to look at her, "I just want to tell you, Matthew Saxon was never yours. He and I had an engagement set before either of us was born. Something that originally belongs to me, I don’t need to fight for it. Only those despicable, shameless people would look elsewhere while eating from their bowl, wishing to snatch food from others’ bowls."

"Don’t get it twisted. I’m sorry, but I don’t accept your challenge because you’re not qualified to say those things."

"Considering that you haven’t had it easy before, I’ll kindly advise you: don’t be too greedy, or in the end, you’ll end up with nothing."

These are the words Matthew had once told her.

At that time, he firmly believed she wanted to marry him, seeing her as a greedy woman.

Who knows if he still misunderstands her even now.

Alice Green’s face was extremely pale.

But after being mocked by Scarlett Yates, a blush of anger seeped through her face, driven by shame and fury.

She bit her lip, glaring resentfully at Scarlett Yates, stretching her hand to the ground, as if wanting to pick something up and throw it at her.

As Alice Green’s hand reached for the teapot, Scarlett Yates’s face sank, coldly saying, "Alice Green, just because I don’t want to bother with you doesn’t mean I’ll keep enduring your behavior. You’re a big star, and I’m just an ordinary person. If things blow up, I want to see who gets affected more."

"Or is it that you’ve left the entertainment circle, and don’t care how the reporters spin it?"

"Alright then, if you want to cause a scene, let’s make it a good one."

The first time she didn’t guard against it, scalding her hand with hot water, did she expect her to stand still for a second dousing?

Alice Green’s face changed drastically at those words, glaring at her fiercely.

One hand was on the purple clay teapot, but she didn’t dare move.

Scarlett Yates’s gaze slowly moved down, glancing at her hand on the teapot, smiling with a curve of her lips, "This tea isn’t cheap, don’t waste it, take your time and drink."

With that, she ignored her further, turned around, and walked towards the restroom.

"Scarlett Yates, you bitch!"

"Don’t be too smug, Matthew is mine, no one can take him away."

"I won’t give up."

Alice Green stared intently at Scarlett Yates’s receding figure, her expression twisted and contorted with hatred evident in her eyes.