"Although I don’t know what you’re really up to, I have no interest in playing along with you anymore."

She finished speaking angrily, turned around angrily, took a few steps to the door, and pulled it open to leave.

"That kid’s fate isn’t so bad; he won’t die easily. This is all I can reveal to you now. If you want more information, then come with me," the man’s voice sounded leisurely from behind.

Scarlett Yates had one foot out the door, paused, retracted it, and turned around, "You mean he’s not dead?"

"A scourge lives a thousand years. A person like him doesn’t just die easily."

"Do you know where he is now?" Scarlett’s heart nearly leaped out of her chest. She stared wide-eyed at the man, "Can you be sure he’s really not dead?"

The man leisurely picked up a tea cup, took a sip, and nodded, "That’s right, I can be sure."

Scarlett suppressed her inner excitement and joy, took a few deep breaths, and tried to calm herself down.

She feared the other party had set a trap for her, and if she easily jumped into it, she’d be fooled.

"What gives you the right to say this, just one sentence? I really can’t easily believe you..."

The man placed the tea cup on the table, gave her a cold look, and said, "Because I was the one who saved him, is that reason enough?"

Scarlett was shocked again.

"You saved him?"

"Of course, consider that kid lucky."

"Then tell me, what condition was he in when you saw him?"

"He was lying motionless on the beach, covered in wounds, like a dead fish."

At this moment, Scarlett didn’t care if his words were pleasant or not.

It was as if something exploded in her mind, but this time, everything that came out brought her joy.

"That kid even had a peace charm with him. He really is naive; if he encountered any danger, did he really think a piece of paper could save him? Yet he still held onto that charm." As he spoke, the man seemed quite contemptuous, with a sneer tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Peace charm?

Hearing this, Scarlett was so excited she couldn’t even speak.

The peace charm she had gotten from Mystic Hideaway Temple, aside from the three of them that night, no one else knew about it.

Which means, that Matthew Saxon had that peace charm on him, and only George and she knew about it.

And right now, this stranger was telling her he saw Matthew holding a charm in his hand.

If he hadn’t really saved Matthew, how could he know about this?

So, Matthew Saxon really isn’t dead?

The immense joy overwhelmed her, Scarlett started trembling with excitement and happiness.

Matthew Saxon isn’t dead, Matthew Saxon isn’t dead...

In her mind, this sentence echoed again and again, like the most beautiful language in the world, even if whispered in her ear a thousand times, ten thousand times, she wouldn’t tire of it.

Suddenly, her face was wet. Scarlett reached up to touch it and found her face covered in hot tears.

The scalding tears flowed onto her lips, into her mouth, and she tasted it; this time, the tears tasted sweet.

"He’s really not dead..." she bit her lip, and a whimper escaped from between her lips and teeth.

Seeing her cry, the man seemed very impatient, frowned, and said unkindly, "What’s so good about that Saxon Family brat? The Saxon Family people are all heartless and ungrateful. You’re worrying for him and crying for him now. If he betrays you in the future, all these tears and concern will become a joke."