"Once you step into the Saxon Family, don't expect to keep a low profile. No matter how low profile you try to be, your identity won't change. You can't go back to being the Scarlett Yates from before."
"Did you hear what I'm saying?"
"Are you sure you want me to park here? Scarlett Yates, don't try to test my patience and temper over and over. If you dare say another word of nonsense, I'll shut your mouth right up."
Screech—
The silver-gray Lamborghini stopped thirty meters away from the hospital dormitory.
"Are you... are you angry?" Scarlett Yates looked innocently, biting her lip, and softly tugged the sleeve of the foul-looking man beside her. She said in a small, pitiful, and ingratiating voice, "Matthew Saxon, don't be angry. I just don't want to be too flashy."
"How is it flashy?" Matthew Saxon turned his head, like a fierce woman, frowning tightly, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost.
