<h4>Chapter 364: Chapter 364 Miss Yates Did Not Come Back Together</h4>


    In the moment before she fell unconscious again, thest image that surfaced in Scarlett Yates’s mind was the shadow of Matthew Saxon.


    Those long, captivating peach blossom eyes curved toward her, and she heard him saying to her with that yful tone, "Scarlett Yates, why did you crawl into the bushes, making me search for so long."


    "Look at the state you’re in now, like a drowned rat, tsk tsk, you really are pitiful."


    "Even a woman like Alice Green, you can’t outmatch her. What prospects do you have, you’re aplete fool."


    "Scarlett Yates, do you want to leave here? Beg me, if you just beg me, I’ll take you away."


    "Please, Matthew Saxon, please, take me away..." In the final second before darkness enveloped her, she reached out her hand towards that phantom in the rain...


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    "Young Master, it’s pouring rain right now, it’s unsafe to go out to sea. You should wait a bit longer..."


    "Get out of my way!"


    "Young Master, it’s really unsafe now. If you set off now, there will be danger."


    "I’ll say it once more, move aside."


    "Young Master..." George was about to persuade again when he caught sight of Matthew Saxon’s eyes, suddenly darkened to the extreme, and he was scared into silence immediately.


    Matthew Saxon suddenly turned his head and looked at the world of white outside the window. After a moment, he sighed deeply and closed his eyes saying, "She must be scared."


    George knew exactly who ’she’ referred to.


    George was taken aback, watching Matthew Saxon slowly turn around. The face that previously looked indifferent in front of Maxwell Saxon was now as cold as ice, with not a hint of expression, his eyes filled with gloom.


    "George, she’s scared. In such heavy rain, on that deserted ind, she would be very afraid."


    "Yes, under such circumstances, no one wouldn’t be scared."


    "So, I must go."


    "But..."


    "You don’t need to say anymore. Another word from you, and I’ll arrange for you to expand the newpany in C City."


    "C City?" George’s expression changed, and he dared not say another word.


    That godforsaken ce, unbearably hot all year round, whoever went would be unlucky.


    It seems the Young Master has made up his mind and will not change it.


    Though worried, George had no choice but to obey orders.


    During a storm, usually no boats dared to go out to sea. Anyone seeking to do so in such dreadful weather would have to be sick of living, reckless with their life.


    But for the second Young Master of the Saxon Family, none of this posed a problem.


    Ian Dous’s marina had yachts in abundance. Even ten yachts wouldn’t be a problem.


    Upon going downstairs, they were readying a vehicle to head to Ian Dous’s ce.


    Just as they reached the outside of the main gate, they saw someone running breathlessly toward them.


    George looked closely, immediately stopped in his tracks, and said to Matthew Saxon, "Young Master, that’s someone from beside the eldest young master."


    "Second Young Master, the eldest young master sent someone to say that Miss Green has returned."


    Matthew Saxon paused in his steps, his expression changed slightly, and his lips seemed to move slightly too.


    George nced at his expression and asked on his behalf the question he wanted to ask, "And Miss Yates? How is she?"


    "Miss Yates?" The person was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "Miss Yates didn’t return with them. ording to Miss Green..."


    He seemed to have something he couldn’t express or was afraid to say. As he spoke, he nced surreptitiously at Matthew Saxon, taking a long time to finish even a single sentence.