The crowd wore expressions of deep understanding, and someone even whispered, "That girl is so lucky. She was shouting and yelling in the café without any manners or class, yet she found such a handsome boyfriend."
"Yeah, right? That guy is super handsome, looks and aura are off the charts. How could he possibly be a thug?"
"If all thugs looked like that, I'd willingly devote myself."
Scarlett Yates' resistance and cries for help were completely ignored.
No one stood up for her, and no one spoke on her behalf.
Matthew Saxon just boldly carried her out of the café.
And he carried her unimpeded all the way to his Lamborghini.
Opened the car door, got in, then tossed her inside, locked the door, all in one smooth motion.
"Matthew Saxon, what are you doing? Let me out of the car!" Scarlett Yates forcefully pulled the car door, and when she found she couldn't open it, she reached out to smash the window.
Dammit, so damn infuriating.
