Bang—
The door was pushed open.
Outside, Matthew Saxon entered with a dark expression.
His sharp, knife-like icy gaze fell on Knox Simmons's hands, tugging at Scarlett Yates's sleeve and holding her leg, his face sank, and his expression grew increasingly terrifying.
Both people in the room froze, displaying surprised expressions, turning their heads simultaneously.
They both stared blankly at Matthew Saxon.
After a moment, Scarlett Yates was the first to react: "How come you're here?"
Matthew Saxon remained silent, his face cold, his gaze ominous as if he wished to tear Knox Simmons apart, with every glance harboring a ruthless intensity.
He stormed over to Scarlett Yates's side, extending a big hand, pulling her into his arms.
His arm tightly wrapped around Scarlett's waist, holding her possessively, as if declaring his ownership to Knox Simmons.
After pulling her back, he slowly replied: "If I didn't come, could you handle this little rascal?"
Little rascal...
