Chapter 40
The woman stopped laughing and called out timidly, “Young Master Saxon p>
Her delicate voice carried a mix of unease, fear, and a servile attempt to please.
“What I like most about you is your understanding of your own identity, knowing your place. But now it seems you’ve changed.” The deep and languid voice sounded casual, as if discussing the weather, yet the overly indifferent tone sent a shiver down one’s spine.
The woman’s voice grew increasingly fearful and uneasy, “Young Master Saxon, I… I was wrong… I’ll never dare again p>
“With me, you only get one chance.” The man’s voice suddenly turned cold, filled with a ruthless chill, “Secretary Ayles will give you the compensation you deserve, you may leave p>
The voice was so indifferent it lacked any warmth, starkly different from the intimate whispers moments ago, as if spoken by another person.
A brief silence fell, faintly accompanied by sobbing, laden with grievance, sadness, and regret.
Outside the office.
Scarlett Yates listened intently to the conversation between the man and woman without missing a word.
She was well aware of what kind of person Matthew Saxon was.
Charming and passionate, yet utterly ruthless; when you pleased him, he would cherish you to the bones, making you feel like the happiest woman in the world.
But such affection was fleeting, leaving one barely enough time to brace themselves before being cruelly tossed into the harsh reality, away from the sweet illusion he crafted single-handedly.
Matthew had many women, but none could capture his heart.
The sound of the woman’s sobbing occasionally drifted to her ears.
Scarlett furrowed her brows, feeling somewhat sorry for the woman, yet believing she deserved it.
Knowing well what kind of person the second Young Master Saxon was, she should have stayed far away.
“Miss Yates, I’m quite curious, why are you here?” Lena Ayles’s sharp gaze scrutinized Scarlett Yates’s face for a moment, frowning slightly, her voice cold.
Scarlett ignored her disdainful look and stated her purpose directly, “Secretary Ayles, I have something to discuss with Young Master Saxon p>
Lena looked at her coldly, “Miss Yates, have you forgotten what you promised p>
“I remember p>
“I thought everything that needed to be said had been made clear. Miss Yates, is there something you don’t understand? If so, I can help resolve your doubt on behalf of the President p>
Is this young lady regretting again? Does she still want more benefits from the Young Master?
I didn’t expect her to be so greedy. I was against the Young Master agreeing to her request from the start, fearing such an outcome, and now my concerns have been validated in such a short time.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lena caught glimpse of a figure. She paused for a few seconds, hiding her surprise, and turned, smiling faintly, “Uncle Thompson, did you bring her up p>
Uncle Thompson nodded with a smile.
Lena pursed her lips, her smile fading slightly, and looked at Scarlett, saying, “Uncle Thompson has been in the company longer than I have, familiar with its rules. How could he bring someone with an unknown identity up here p>
Uncle Thompson also looked at Scarlett and smiled, “From Secretary Ayles’s earlier conversation with her, it’s clear that Secretary Ayles knows her. How could she have an unknown identity p>
Lena’s expression changed, unable to retort.
Uncle Thompson smiled once more, addressing Scarlett gently, “Miss Yates, I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now p>
After speaking, he didn’t spare Lena a glance and turned to leave.