"So, we just didn’t et at the right ti, which is why I missed you."
He gazed deeply at her, the smile on his lips growing more bitter: "I truly envy Matthew; he doesn’t need to make any effort to get everything he wants."
"Family, career, and love—all the sa."
"I lost to him in all three."
"Scarlett, don’t you think Heaven is really unfair? Why is it that everything I desire is taken away by him? Even you... fell in love with him."
"I’m really not willing to accept it..."
Scarlett Yates remained silent for a few seconds before slowly saying: "You said yourself to accept the outco of the bet, Maxwell Saxon, in this world, there’s nothing absolutely fair; you should understand this better than I do."
Maxwell Saxon laughed, though his eyes gradually turned cold. Monts later, he sneered, saying: "Scarlett, this bet hasn’t really concluded yet; I’m just temporarily out of chips. One day, I’ll take back everything I’ve lost."
A chilling aura emanated from his bottomless dark eyes, a shadow seed to loom over his brows, and suddenly, he exuded an uncomfortably cold atmosphere.
Scarlett Yates’s heart skipped a beat, startled by the flash of ruthlessness in his eyes.
She suddenly felt that Maxwell Saxon in front of her was very unfamiliar.
"Maxwell Saxon, I have to leave; take care of yourself. Although Matthew Saxon promised to let you go, he can change his mind anyti. Currently, he’s strong and you’re weak; if he wants to do sothing to you, it’s easy. You... take care." After leaving these words, Scarlett Yates turned and hurried away.
She walked quickly, as if afraid he would catch up.
Not until she entered the elevator, pressed the button for the ground floor, and waited for the doors to close and descend, did Scarlett Yates’s heart begin to calm.
Earlier, Maxwell Saxon’s sudden change of face had really frightened her.
His gaze was unreasonably cold, devoid of any trace of humanity, completely lacking warmth.
Just one glance filled her with an innate sense of fear.
And that sentence he uttered—saying one day he would reclaim everything he lost—linking his cold eyes with those words made Scarlett Yates shiver again.
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On the first floor, Matthew Saxon was already waiting for her at the entrance.
Although it was a spot frequently traversed by many, Scarlett Yates could spot him among the crowd instantly.
Tall, slender, remarkably handso, with an expressionless face, standing by the door like a striking landscape.
Even the elderly, grandmothers passing by him, took a couple of extra glances.
It seems the appeal of a handso man transcends age.
From six or seven ters away, Scarlett Yates thought his smoky gray coat looked particularly good.
With his height, wearing such a long coat, he exuded an extraordinary charm, with perfect proportions—shoulders, waist, and legs.
Coupled with a face that would make one scream in frenzied excitent, how could such a man not beco the focus?
However, because he was currently emanating a "stay-away" kind of aloofness, despite attracting many female gazes, no one dared to approach him.
That icy face, that arrogant deanor, indeed, would make people hesitate.
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