<h4>Chapter 551: Chapter 551: Mingzhu, Let’s Go</h4>


    "Hello, Miss Pearl." Scarlett Yates tried her best to ignore the man standing beside Pearl Simmons, greeting without even lifting her head.


    The personpletely ignored by Scarlett Yates, not even receiving a greeting, had a darkened expression and clenched fists.


    This damn woman.


    Even if they broke up, she absolutely had to treat him like a stranger?


    Even the most ordinary friends would say hello when they met, yet she didn’t even nce at him.


    She really can’t stand him?


    What infuriated him even more was that she was actually with Maxwell Saxon.


    He had warned her more than once not to get too close to Maxwell Saxon, yet she was out alone having dinner with him.


    Did she have to anger him to death before she would stop?


    In the eyes of outsiders as a couple, when they met without even saying hello, this strange situation would be obvious to anyone who wasn’t blind.


    Maxwell Saxon had a sh of surprise in his eyes, discreetly observing the two.


    "I was wondering why I didn’t see my brother at home today; turns out he had ns for the night." Matthew Saxon pursed his lips, suppressing his anger, and moved his angry gaze away from Scarlett Yates with added coldness when he looked at Maxwell Saxon.


    Maxwell Saxon, with a magnanimous attitude, nodded and said, "I have something to discuss with Scarlett, surely you don’t mind me inviting her out alone, right, Matthew?"


    "Why would I mind?" Matthew Saxon sneered, indifferent, "I have no rtionship with her anymore. There’s no need for my brother to specifically inform me about her."


    Maxwell Saxon’s eyes shed with a strange look.


    "What do you mean by that?"


    Matthew Saxon sneered, squinting his cold eyes, indifferently saying, "Brother, you should ask the lovelydy across from you, she knows best."


    "Scarlett Yates, they say a couple for a day means a bond for a hundred days. Although we’re not married yet, we dated at least, even if we broke up, we can still be friends. Yet you won’t even say hello, are you treating me like a stranger?"


    His indifferent tone was just like when she first met him.


    Scarlett Yates took a deep breath, slowly lifting her stiff neck.


    Beside Pearl Simmons, Matthew Saxon had his hands in his pockets, wearing a luxurious grey suit that fit him well, making him extraordinarily handsome, with a look of arrogance in his eyes as he looked at her.


    He seemed very dissatisfied that she dared to ignore him.


    How long had it been since she saw Matthew Saxon adopting this superior attitude in front of her?


    This should be his natural demeanor, yet she felt it was unfamiliar.


    Indeed, habits were a terrifying thing; she almost forgot what the real Saxon Family’s second Young Master was like.


    "Sorry, Young Master, I didn’t notice you earlier."


    She spoke, her voice hoarse.


    Hearing the familiar title "Young Master," Matthew Saxon squinted his eyes, causing the surrounding temperature to drop by two degrees.


    "Didn’t notice? Am I someone you can simply ignore in your eyes?" He seemed deliberately provocative, his tone sarcastic.


    "I didn’t mean it that way."


    "Forget it, I don’t care how you think of me." Matthew Saxon seemed unwilling to see her further, turning his head away, eyes filled with intense weariness, "Pearl, let’s go."


    "Matthew, you guys..." Pearl Simmons sighed in a bit of a dilemma.


    Matthew Saxon was already heading out, "If you want to reminisce, I’ll wait for you outside."