He already regretted it.
Using the breakup to divert Maxwell Saxon’s attention seed ineffective.
On the day Scarlett Yates set off for A City, Maxwell Saxon visited her at the hospital again, and during the company’s eting, he proactively proposed to trial a new project in A City.
In due ti, Maxwell Saxon would personally lead his team to stationed at A City for a period.
Although A City was within the scope of several trial sites, according to the initial plan, A City’s trial was scheduled for the next year.
Maxwell Saxon suddenly listed A City as the first trial city, advancing the tiline by half a year, making his intentions too obvious.
Scarlett Yates had just gone to A City, and he made such a request, forcing him to doubt Maxwell Saxon’s true motives.
This man, despite their breakup, didn’t stop paying attention to Scarlett Yates.
Moreover, there’s one point that had to make Matthew Saxon suspicious.
Alice Green and Maxwell Saxon’s wedding date was set long ago, yet it was suddenly canceled, and even the wedding plans were called off.
Lately, Maxwell Saxon’s behaviors had been too unusual.
Matthew Saxon suddenly realized, instead of leaving Scarlett Yates in this unfamiliar city, it would be safer to keep her by his side.
Keeping her under his watch, anything Maxwell Saxon tried to do would be under his surveillance, and any unexpected situation he could learn about imdiately.
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The car finally stopped.
As soon as the car door was unlocked, Scarlett Yates opened it and ran out.
But before she could run ten ters, Matthew Saxon caught her.
With a pull and a tug, he drew her into his arms, using his physical advantage and strength to confine her in his embrace, immobile.
"Scarlett Yates, where do you think you’re going?" He sneered coldly, his big hand stretched out, once again carrying her over the shoulder like a burlap sack.
"Matthew Saxon, you crazy man, put down!" Scarlett Yates scread, her husky throat emitting a series of unpleasant drake-like noises.
Yet nobody paid her any heed.
Occasionally, so people glanced over, but upon seeing the appearance of the "rascal" carrying her, each one was captivated by his charm, ignoring her struggles and cries for help.
Just like what happened in the café.
Matthew Saxon, calm and composed, blatantly carried her across the street and then walked slowly into a hotel.
The best Seasons Hotel in A City, a super five-star, lavishly decorated like a palace.
It’s said that this hotel belonged to the estate of Seymour, with over a hundred locations nationwide.
When the receptionists, smilingly prepared to say welco, saw Matthew Saxon, they collectively choked.
First, they were stunned, then dumbfounded, followed by a change in expression, and then exceedingly respectful, bowing ninety degrees: "Good afternoon, President."
While speaking, glancing surreptitiously at Scarlett Yates draped over his shoulder.
As employees of the Seasons Hotel under Seymour Group, from the first day of employnt, soone would train them on the company’s developnt history, and among the training content, knowing the company’s ultimate BOSS was a must-rember item.
Failing to recognize the head of one’s company as an employee of Seymour is by no ans a qualified employee.
The sudden appearance of Matthew Saxon shocked and startled the receptionists.
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