She had no idea what this man was really up to. He didn't look friendly at all, not one bit like a good person, but even so, she still couldn't let him walk away.
She drew a deep breath again, bit her lip, steeled herself and said, "Sir, let's talk."
The man sneered. "Just because Miss Yates says talk, we talk? I don't feel like talking now. Please step aside."
Scarlett froze, frowned, a trace of surprise flickering in her eyes.
This man's temper was so strange—how could he switch like that in a blink? Just because she didn't trust him, he got this angry?
"Sir, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have doubted you just now." She had no choice but to apologize, even though she didn't feel she'd done anything wrong.
Hearing her apology, the man's expression seemed to ease a little, the coldness on his face not quite as harsh. He let out a very soft snort through his nose. "And that apology is sincere?"
