Chapter 624

Scarlett Yates was hit in a sore spot by his words.

Her voice was hoarse from shouting, but no one paid her any attention. Instead, they spoke earnestly about how couples fight at the bed head and reconcile at the bed foot. All her defenses seemed pale and useless.

If she called the police, Matthew Saxon would simply speak to them, or show his identity if needed. Would anyone dare to refuse him?

Would anyone believe that the dignified President of the Seymour Group would forcibly take a woman?

No one would believe it.

There were countless women queuing up to get close to Matthew Saxon, so who would believe he would need to use force against a woman?

Scarlett immediately felt deflated.

She was angry, a kind of powerless anger: “What do you want, we have nothing to do with each other anymore! I haven’t disturbed your life, so why are you still looking for me p>

“Scarlett Yates, do you really think it’s just going to be over between us? Don’t even think about it.” He squinted his eyes slightly, smiling coldly with gritted teeth.

He wouldn’t break up with her.

Having chosen her, she had no chance of escaping him in this lifetime.

At the ends of the earth, he would still catch her.

Scarlett didn’t know what he wanted to do.

Every move he made was incomprehensible to her, impossible to grasp.

She proposed to break up, and he agreed.

After the breakup, he quickly got together with Alexis Denton, while also ambiguously involved with Pearl Simmons.

He was simultaneously flirting with two women, yet had the audacity to talk about not letting her go.

Why should he?

She glared at him with gritted teeth, staring daggers at the back of his head: “So the Second Young Master Saxon is actually this worthless, behaving just like a ruffian, pestering people endlessly p>

“Are you holding onto me because you’ve fallen for me p>

“I didn’t know my charm was so great that the dignified Second Young Master Saxon couldn’t help himself, sticking to me like gum and refusing to let go p>

“Matthew Saxon, you bastard, where exactly are you taking me? I want to get out of the car p>

“Bastard, are you deaf? I said I want to get out of the car, damn it, stop the car p>

Scarlett kept trying to provoke him, but it seemed to have no effect whatsoever.

No matter what she said, he remained impassive.

Her screams were like stones thrown into the deep sea, receiving no response at all.

He didn’t even frown, his facial expression unchanged, just like a sculpture.

After yelling for a while, her throat grew increasingly hoarse, and she began to feel exhausted.

At noon, after seeing him in the cafeteria, she lost her appetite.

She barely ate a third of the rich lunch.

Already not having eaten enough, after all this upheaval, the last bit of energy she had was spent cursing him. Now she truly felt completely exhausted.

Her body slumped softly into the soft car seat.

She licked her dry lips, her voice hoarse as she said, “Matthew Saxon, what do you really want? Didn’t we agree to part amicably and peacefully? I’m begging you, is that okay? Please let me go p>

Matthew Saxon’s grip tightened on the steering wheel.

Let her go?

Impossible. If he let her go, what would become of him?

His heart, which had been stolen by her, what would become of it?

His eyes stared straight ahead, his lips pressed into a cold, hard line. After a few seconds of silence following her hoarse, tearful words, he replied in a deep voice: “Scarlett Yates, I won’t let you leave again p>