Maxwell Saxon stood still: "My fiancée is inside, I'm not in the wrong place."
Matthew Saxon also stood still, his foot set horizontally at the doorway, blocking him outside, his almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly: "But I just said, the only one inside is your sister-in-law."
"Matthew, at this point, why are you still unwilling to face reality?" Maxwell stood motionless, his eyes as dark as the night fixed intently on Scarlett Yates standing behind Matthew, with a faint smile, "Scarlett will ultimately be my woman, I am the one most suitable for her, only with me will she be happy."
"You can't even protect yourself right now, what makes you think you have the right to compete with me?"
"Compete?" As if hearing something amusing, Matthew Saxon's thin lips curved into a cold smile, "A woman like that, if you like, take her. I'm not interested in competing with you, but there's one thing I must remind you of."
