Matthew Saxon didn’t find it surprising at all.
He curled his lips, his phoenix eyes emitting a chilling coldness, and sneered, "So soon, he can’t hold back anymore."
"Young Master, I have a very bold guess regarding the Old Master’s situation." George hesitated for a few seconds, then lowered his voice even more, "This matter might also be orchestrated by the Eldest Master."
"If the Old Master doesn’t get tily treatnt, even if his life can be saved, he will remain in a long-term coma. He has already gained secret support from many shareholders. Without the Old Master’s opposition, he can secure control over Seymour through a shareholder vote at the board eting."
"This morning, those shareholders have already started causing a stir. With a few more cancer incidents, they can openly propose a re-election for President."
"Isn’t that quite good?" After listening to George’s words, Matthew Saxon actually smiled. "If he stays put, we won’t find any evidence. Now, everyone around him is under our watch, just waiting for him to make another move."
He never fought a battle without a winning chance.
Once he struck, he’d never leave any retreat for the opponent.
He initially had no intention of destroying utterly, but this ti, Maxwell Saxon had thoroughly infuriated him.
To gain Seymour, he could be so ruthless.
Since he’s so heartless, Matthew will have to be even more ruthless, giving tit for tat.
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Roy Saxon’s ntal state was very poor.
He looked as pale as a dead person.
Even though he’d just woken up from over ten hours of sleep, he still appeared completely out of spirits.
Those sharp, eagle-like eyes of his had lost their usual authority, filled instead with deep exhaustion, devoid of any spark.
Scarlett Yates knew he was not well, but seeing him still gave her quite a shock.
She didn’t expect Roy Saxon’s condition to be this dire.
This person, looking utterly exhausted, with a pallor akin to severe anemia, was he really Roy Saxon?
He seed completely drained of energy, his head leaning against the pillow behind him, breathing appearing laborious, with heavy panting.
"Scarlett, you’ve co." Roy Saxon lifted his dim eyes to look at Scarlett Yates, with an almost vacuous gaze, pointing to the seat beside him, "Have a seat."
Upon seeing Roy Saxon at that mont, all of Scarlett Yates’s minor grievances vanished without a trace.
She recalled the days when she first arrived at the Saxon Family and how Roy Saxon doted on her, and now, this gentle and loving elder lay here, barely clinging to life.
Her nose tingled, her eyes reddened, and she called out chokingly, "Uncle Saxon."
"Why are you crying?" Roy Saxon tugged at his pale lips and said with a smile, "Does Uncle Saxon’s current state scare you?"
Scarlett Yates shook her head, as tears stread down.
"Scarlett, Uncle Saxon called you here because he has so things on his mind he wants to tell you. If he doesn’t tell them now, he doesn’t know if he will have the chance to in the future."
Hearing this, Scarlett Yates felt even more heartache. "Uncle Saxon, you will definitely get better. With how advanced dicine is today, you will be alright."
"Life and death are up to the heavens. Uncle Saxon doesn’t feel sad, so why are you crying? Look, you’re crying like a little tabby cat now."
Roy Saxon’s icy hand reached up to her face, wiping gently, looking at her with affection, and sighed softly, "Scarlett, Uncle Saxon never thought there would be such a day. A person’s life may be long or short, no one can predict what will happen tomorrow, which is why we must cherish everything we have right now."
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