Reminded by Maxwell Saxon, Matthew Saxon finally noticed Scarlett Yates’s leg was injured, swollen like a carrot.
He thought about the call Scarlett made to him, but quickly hung up. Later, when he called back, her phone was off.
At that ti, he worried if she had encountered so danger.
It turns out, she really was in danger and called him during it. Does this an she still trusts him a lot?
Matthew Saxon felt a glimr of hope reigniting in his heart.
He ignored Maxwell Saxon, walked over in a few steps, furrowed his brow, and looked closely at Scarlett Yates’s swollen ankle, his gaze dark: "Who dares to harm her?"
He was asking Maxwell Saxon.
"A few young thugs, I’ll teach them a lesson." Maxwell Saxon answered lightly.
"You don’t need to interfere in this matter; I’ll handle it." How dare they touch his woman? He’ll make those thugs pay dearly.
"Don’t need my involvent?" Maxwell Saxon sneered sarcastically, "If you want to wait for you to handle it, do you think she’d only have a leg injury? Last ti, the woman you dealt with in Saint rcy almost hard Scarlett. This ti, how do you plan to reprimand those who hurt her? Are you sure you won’t end up bringing her new danger instead of handling it?"
Scarlett...
Listening to the familiar way Maxwell Saxon addressed Scarlett Yates made Matthew Saxon, who montarily forgot his anger due to worry for Scarlett, suddenly flare up again, with a tendency to grow even bigger: "From now on, her matters don’t need your concern. I’ll be responsible for her safety, and such a thing won’t happen again."
"That might not be the case." Maxwell Saxon smirked, "Your guarantee doesn’t reassure . For things you want to protect, it’s safer to guard them yourself."
Once again, the air thickened with the scent of gunpowder.
It seed like sparks were crashing together, about to trigger an explosion.
"Have you two said enough?" The two of them seed to have sidelined her but were using her as a topic for discussion; Scarlett Yates really couldn’t take it any longer.
"Now, I demand both of you leave." Scarlett Yates said coldly, word by word, "I need to rest now, so leave imdiately. If you don’t want to go, then I’ll leave myself."
Matthew Saxon frowned: "If anyone’s leaving, it’s him. This is the house I bought."
The implied aning was, it’s his house, he can stay or go as he pleases.
Maxwell Saxon laughed: "Scarlett, if you don’t want to see him, I’ll take you away now."
Scarlett Yates gritted her teeth in anger, ignoring them, turned her head to the stunned Angela standing aside: "Angela, let them have the room; we’ll stay out tonight."
Angela looked timidly at the two n with frightening expressions, hesitating to agree, nervously tugging her sleeve and biting her lip: "This..."
Fine, very fine.
Anyone could ignore her; even her roommate didn’t dare stand on the sa side as her.
"Since none of you are leaving, fine, I’ll go!" She slamd the sofa heavily, her face ashen, stood up enduring the intense pain.
Just as she took a step, her body heavily fell to the ground.
"Scarlett!" Two n and a woman rushed towards her simultaneously.
Angela, closest to her, managed to catch Scarlett Yates just before she landed.
Tears welled up in Scarlett Yates’s eyes from the pain; she gritted her teeth and stood up: "Don’t worry about ."
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