Lena coldly snorted at his back, "Old fox."
"Miss Yates, as you’ve heard, the President is currently occupied." After Uncle Thompson left, Lena’s words beca even colder, her face nearly spelling out ’Scarlett Yates, get lost’.
There was a strange silence in the President’s office for a mont.
"I won’t take up much of his ti." She insisted on seeing Matthew Saxon.
Lena, tall and slender, stood a head above Scarlett Yates, and wearing high heels, she looked down at her for a few seconds before sneering, "Whatever you have to say, Miss Yates, just say it to . The President won’t see you."
Just as she finished speaking, the office door was suddenly pushed open.
A woman ca out, her face hidden.
The woman had her hair down, covering half of her face with one hand, her red eyes visible.
Her eyes shimred as if she’d been crying.
Couldn’t see the woman’s face clearly, but her figure... just as expected, perfectly suited Matthew Saxon’s taste.
The woman’s dim eyes lingered on Scarlett Yates for a few seconds, her gaze shifting slightly, then she bowed her head, heartbroken, as she passed by.
"Who’s outside?" A lazy voice sounded again.
Lena hesitated for a few seconds, answering, "Miss Yates is here."
Silence...
Lena couldn’t gauge the person inside’s intentions, pondered a while, and then said, "I’ll take her down imdiately."
Was this a sign to drive her away?
Scarlett Yates, fearing she might miss her chance, shouted, "Young Master Saxon, I have sothing to discuss with you, just give ten minutes, no, seven minutes... even five minutes will do."
The person inside didn’t respond.
Scarlett Yates thought he hadn’t heard and shouted again, "I truly have sothing important to discuss with you, and I’ll leave imdiately after."
She kept shouting toward the President’s office, making Lena frown even more.
The President dislikes noise the most; if it were Seymour’s staff shouting like this, they’d have been fired long ago.
She was about to call security to escort Scarlett Yates out but was surprised to hear Matthew Saxon say, "You have only two minutes."
Two minutes?
Scarlett Yates was stunned for a mont, thinking two minutes should be enough to clarify things.
She pushed the door open and entered.
Matthew Saxon’s office wasn’t as luxurious as imagined; its decor was extrely simple, with only a set of bookshelves, a sofa, a coffee table, and a desk in sight.
The furniture was uniformly black, a somber color that felt sowhat oppressive.
Matthew Saxon lay on the sofa, two buttons of his deep-blue shirt undone, his slender Peach Blossom Eyes seemingly closed in rest, but as soon as Scarlett Yates walked in, she could feel his gaze on her.
Although it wasn’t the first eting, every ti she saw him, she’d be drawn to his overly handso face, unable to look away for a while.
Silently, she stared at him in a daze for a mont.
The lazy voice sounded again, "Scarlett Yates, you have only one minute left."
Scarlett Yates snapped back to reality.
The eyes darker than night had already opened, looking at her ambiguously, and he spoke calmly, "If you’re here to ask for the return of the jade pendant, then there’s no need to say anything."
Scarlett Yates shook her head, "The jade pendant was originally the Saxon Family’s; I have no reason to ask for it back."
He paused, seemingly surprised, and smiled, "At least you’re self-aware."
Then he raised his brows, "What’s your purpose?"
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