<h4>Chapter 532: Chapter 532: Are you so worried about me?</h4>


    Maxwell Saxon chuckled lightly, "Matthew, do you not trust me that much?"


    "As long as you understand."


    Maxwell smiled again, raising his injured hand, his finger gently sliding across Scarlett Yates’ fair cheek, "Since you don’t trust me, then take her back, Vi 115 at the outskirts by White Cloud Mountain. It’ste, and the mountain road is hard to travel; you need to be careful."


    Beep beep beep—


    Matthew Saxon hung up the phone.


    Maxwell tossed the phone onto the bedside table, his fingers wandering to Scarlett Yates’ lips before pausing, then slowlynding on her soft lips.


    He smiled, "Scarlett, you really surprise me. I never thought my promiscuous brother would genuinely fall for you."


    "But if he finds out he fell in love with the daughter of the woman who indirectly caused his mother’s death, do you think he’ll regret it, feel pain?"


    "By then, it would be an interesting drama of love and hate, just thinking about it is quite intriguing."


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    The rich aroma of the coffee was enticing.


    An old record yer softly spinning a slow, beautiful melody.


    Uncle Thompson furrowed his brow, almost arguing, unable to understand as he looked at Maxwell Saxon, "Young Master, with such a great opportunity, why not seize it?"


    "It’s still time to arrange something now if you act quickly. Doesn’t the Young Master trust our manpower? Even if the old master sends people to investigate, they wouldn’t find anything. The mountain roads are winding, the lighting is poor at night, an ident could easily happen. What is the Young Master worried about?"


    "No matter how outstanding you perform, the old master still shows favoritism. Only if the second young master dies will he see you and willingly hand over thepany to you."


    "Alright, Uncle Thompson, you needn’t say more." Although Uncle Thompson’s words were tempting, Maxwell remained unmoved.


    He said calmly, "I will definitely obtain thepany, but not in this way."


    "Do you really think that if Matthew dies, Dad will be willing to hand thepany over to me?"


    "Regardless of whether they can find out the real cause of death, he will suspect me. Even without evidence, as long as he suspects me, he will never give me thepany. The method you suggested is the least feasible and will only mess things up for us."


    Uncle Thompson looked anxious, "Then how long does the Young Master intend to wait? The old master’s idea is to hand over thepany to the second young master once he gets married. We don’t have much time, Young Master."


    Maxwell took a leisurely sip of coffee, his long fingers sliding gently along the rim of the cup, smiling lightly, "Uncle Thompson, you’re still too impatient. Rushing often leads to poor oues."


    "I’ve said before, waiting a little longer is fine as long as we get the results we want. Without full assurance, we mustn’t take risks lightly, or everything will be in vain."


    Uncle Thompson bowed his head in silence for a while and sighed deeply, "I certainly trust the Young Master’s ability and judgment. It’s just unfair to see someone as capable as the Young Master always overshadowed by the second young master, who does nothing yet gets everything, while you’ve done so much for thepany but still have to defer to him. It’s truly unfair."


    "Fairness?" Maxwell shook his head with a smile, "There are too many unfair things in this world. Even my position as the Saxon Family’s eldest son is hard-earned. If it weren’t for Naomi Dou’s death, the grievances I suffer now would be nothing."