Chapter 630
But this damned man, Matthew Saxon, was too strong. She felt like he could beat her with just one finger.
Matthew’s face became increasingly gloomy, and his eyes grew colder.
Crows everywhere are all the same, hypocritical, despicable, bastard?
A string of adjectives to describe a thug scoundrel was used on him, and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He no longer wanted to hear any unpleasant words from this damned woman’s mouth.
He decided to shut her annoying little mouth first.
“Ah, look, what is that!” Scarlett Yates’ expression suddenly changed, staring behind him in horror.
Matthew was taken aback, then squinted and looked back, sneering, “Scarlett Yates, do you think such a clumsy trick to divert attention would work p>
Although he said this, he couldn’t help looking back.
Just then, Scarlett pushed him away and desperately ran towards the door.
As she ran, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
She called Jimmy Scott.
The phone rang only half a ring before Jimmy answered.
His voice, clear like a spring, sounded with a hint of worry, “Scarlett, why aren’t you back yet? He didn’t do anything to you, right p>
“Senior Brother Scott, I’m currently at the Seasons Hotel, and he’s trapped me here p>
“What? He took you to a hotel?” Jimmy’s voice rose with a hint of surprise.
“No time to explain, Senior Brother, I don’t know if I can escape.” After quickly relaying her situation to Jimmy, Scarlett hung up.
There were no footsteps following her.
Matthew did not chase her.
That was very strange.
Would he just watch her leave?
Scarlett’s confusion was quickly answered.
When she sprinted to the door, she found she couldn’t open it.
No matter how she pulled, pushed, or yanked, the door remained firmly closed, with no sign of opening.
Behind her, Matthew crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, lips curling up in amusement as he watched her.
Seeing her panting, with one hand propped against the door, a look of despair on her face, he lazily, slowly, and kindly said, “Without my fingerprint recognition, the door won’t open p>
Scarlett’s hand dropped in defeat.
So, it required his fingerprint recognition to open the door.
No wonder he wasn’t worried at all; he was sure she couldn’t escape.
At this point, she really became the little beast trapped in a snare.
And he was the hunter watching the prey struggle with interest.
Her previous actions must have seemed laughable to him.
She turned around indignantly, her eyes brightened by anger, they were exceptionally bright, even brighter than the buttons on his chest.
Those lively, expressive eyes were stunningly beautiful.
He still remembered, the Little Tail from his memory also had such beautiful eyes, which would shine like this when angry, like glittering gems.
“Not continuing?” He smirked, looking at her playfully.
Realizing she couldn’t leave without his permission, Scarlett’s mind spun rapidly, thinking of a new plan.
She knew Matthew Saxon was the type who responded to kindness and not force.
He was used to being domineering; everyone had to please him and speak cautiously around him. For someone like this, using a too rigid approach wouldn’t work.