<h4>Chapter 498: Chapter 498: Abuse of Privilege</h4>


    May Denton fluttered her enchanting eyes and chuckled, "So, we need to take the initiative."


    "But how can Aunt guarantee that I can conceive right away? If I can’t, and end up angering Matthew, I’ll never have a chance to get close to him again."


    Alexis Denton still felt very uneasy, her heartden with worry.


    "I have my ways," May Denton suddenly smirked, her eyes squinting as if she had thought of something. Her expression grew strange, yet her stunningly beautiful face under the light still appeared considerably youthful, and her well-maintained skin remained as smooth as porcin, delicate and radiant.


    Time seemed to have paused around her.


    Alexis Denton stared nkly at this middle-aged woman who was a full twenty years older than her, and couldn’t help but feel a tinge of envy.


    Could May Denton have maintained her beauty if she hadn’t married into the Saxon Family and be Madam Saxon, living a life of luxury andfort?


    She remembered seeing her aunt before; she found her beautiful then, but always felt like something was missing.


    Now, she finally understood what May Dentoncked back then.


    It’s the demeanor — a kind of elegance and nobility umted from living a life of affluence, something that the former May Denton did not possess.


    She found her aunt more attractive and charming nowpared to her youth a decade ago.


    If she could marry Matthew Saxon, she too could lead a life offort like her aunt — wouldn’t that be perfect?


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    From the phone, a teasingugh echoed,sting a few seconds before a clear, gentle male voice chimed in, "Matthew, I really didn’t expect you to call me specifically for such a trivial matter."


    "Hayes, have youughed enough?" After his shower, Matthew Saxon slipped into a robe, opened a bottle of red wine, and nestledzily into the soft sofa, squinting at the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling window.


    "Sigh..." A soft sigh came from Hayes Simmons on the other end of the line, "Matthew, you haven’t actively called me all year. For your first time ever, you’re asking about Scarlett Yates’s work schedule; why bother asking me, why not just ask her directly?"


    Matthew Saxon curled his lips into a smile, "What do you know? I realize how busy you are as Director Simmons, so hurry up and tell me the time so I don’t dy your important tasks."


    Hayes Simmons’s clearughter rang out once more,sting for a moment before he responded, "In matters of romance, I must admit, I don’t quite grasp them. Scarlett Yates’s work schedule is typically eight to six, asionally she has night shifts, but not often — twice a week, from midnight to eight the next day."


    Night shifts? Doesn’t that mean she has to stay upte?


    Matthew Saxon frowned andmanded with undeniable authority, "Remove the night shifts."


    "Matthew, you know I’ve always been an impartial and just supervisor. If I remove Scarlett Yates’s night shifts, other employees will undoubtedly feel unsettled..."


    "She doesn’t work night shifts."


    "You’re asking me to abuse my private authority," said a voice full of indecision.


    "I’m merely exercising the rights of a shareholder. Her health hasn’t yet fully recovered, so her schedule shouldn’t include stressful departments; you need to keep an eye on that too."