<h4>Chapter 535: Chapter 535 Big Brother Truly Cares About Scarlett</h4>


    Maxwell Saxon flicked the ash from his burnt-out cigarette and spoke ndly, "Of course, such things might not mean much to you, but don’t forget, Scarlett Yates is an ordinary person. Even if you’re doing it for her, she may not be able to ept your methods."


    Matthew Saxon knew that everything Maxwell said was true, buting from Maxwell, regardless of whether it was reasonable or not, he responded indifferently, "I’ll handle things between us naturally."


    "That’s for the best." Maxwell smiled, tossed the remaining half of his cigarette into the ashtray, stood up, and said, "If you want her to stay peacefully at Saint Mercy, the Thompson Family matter could potentially be changed."


    Matthew narrowed his eyes at him for a moment, then suddenly curled his lips, a demonic smile appearing at the corner of his lips, "Big brother really cares about Scarlett."


    "The people you care about are naturally important to me too."


    Matthew raised his brows, a mischievous smile ying on his face, "Because we are family?"


    "Yes, we are family." Maxwell looked at him serenely.


    "Family..." Matthew repeated these words slowly, meaningfully, "Indeed, we truly are a family. That girl Scarlett made big brother work quite hard today. If big brother hadn’t timely warded off a knife for her, and promptly caught that woman, who knows what might have happened."


    "I originally intended to hand over that woman to the police precinct, but Miss Yates pleaded on her behalf, so now I n to send her out of A City. I thought it necessary to inform you, if you have a better way to handle it, you can let me know."


    "I never worry about your handling things, big brother, do as you see fit. It’ste now, I won’t disturb you any longer." With these words, Matthew held Scarlett Yates and turned to leave.


    "I’ll see you out." Maxwell stood up, intending to apany him outside.


    Matthew didn’t look back, "No need."


    Maxwell’s footsteps halted, watching his departing figure, he smiled, "Be careful on the mountain road at night."


    Outside the living room door, Matthew paused for a few seconds, held Scarlett tightly, and strode away.


    The mountain road at night was indeed hard to navigate; the trip that took forty minutesing ended up taking over an hour leaving.


    On the way back, he had to focus on driving and keep an eye on the drunken mess in the backseat, significantly reducing his efficiency.


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    In the middle of the night, Scarlett Yates awoke from a dream.


    Groggily, she smelled a familiar scent.


    She felt a bit thirsty, her throat dry and parched; the cocktail’s aftereffect was particrly strong, she still felt a headache, and a nasty alcohol odor lingered in her mouth.


    She wanted to get up and pour herself some water, but as she moved slightly in the dim light, she felt something restraining her movement.


    It was as if something heavy was pressing on her, restricting her actions.


    She moved slightly, and the thing pressing on her also moved slightly.


    Scarlett instantly felt a chill run down her spine, almost screaming out loud.


    As her body tensed up, eyes wide open, about to scream, a soft, low, and tempting voice gently sounded in her ear, "Scarlett, are you awake?"