But this damned man, Matthew Saxon, was too strong. She felt like he could beat her with just one finger.
Matthew's face became increasingly gloomy, and his eyes grew colder.
Crows everywhere are all the same, hypocritical, despicable, bastard?
A string of adjectives to describe a thug scoundrel was used on him, and his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
He no longer wanted to hear any unpleasant words from this damned woman's mouth.
He decided to shut her annoying little mouth first.
"Ah, look, what is that!" Scarlett Yates' expression suddenly changed, staring behind him in horror.
Matthew was taken aback, then squinted and looked back, sneering, "Scarlett Yates, do you think such a clumsy trick to divert attention would work?"
Although he said this, he couldn't help looking back.
Just then, Scarlett pushed him away and desperately ran towards the door.
As she ran, she pulled out her phone and dialed a number.
She called Jimmy Scott.
