<h4>Chapter 610: Chapter 610 Jealous</h4>


    Who knows what the chairman is thinking.


    Clearly, the director is more capable and can manage thepany better. So why choose the president, who’s so unreliable, to manage thepany?


    Even if there’s favoritism, for thepany’s future, the director ought to be selected.


    These thoughts, however, she could only dare to think in her heart.


    After George put down the documents, he turned to leave.


    "Wait, I have something to ask you," Matthew Saxonzily called him back.


    George turned around and stood beside the desk.


    Matthew Saxon stretched out a bigzy stretch, squinting his eyes, then got up and walked to the window, pulling open the blinds halfway with a swoosh.


    Bright light suddenly streamed into the dim room, its intensity making the eyes ufortable. Matthew squinted and waited for a while, before slowly opening his eyes.


    Hezily yawned, as if still not having enough sleep: "How is she doing now?"


    He didn’t specifically name names, but George immediately understood who he was asking about.


    Thinking about Scarlett Yates’ situation over there, George was a bit worried if a cup would fly directly towards his headter.


    He hesitated and said, "Miss Yates is doing... well over there, getting along very well with new colleagues."


    Matthew raised an eyebrow: "Is that all? Are you sure you’re not deliberately hiding something from me?"


    Having followed him for so many years, if George was hiding something and he couldn’t see it, then his observational skills would be too poor.


    nced at by Matthew with a half-smile, George suddenly felt guilty: "There’s one more thing, which I thought Young Master might not like to hear, so I didn’t mention it."


    That’s probably the most important thing not mentioned.


    Matthew squinted his eyes in a cold smile: "If you keep babbling, then get out."


    "Miss Yates is currently sharing a rented ce with someone outside, and the person she’s sharing with is... a male."


    A chill swept over.


    George shivered slightly, thinking this isn’t the most critical part yet; once the most crucial thing is said, that’ll really change everything.


    "For Miss Yates’s safety, I had someone investigate that man, and I’ve brought the investigation results with me today, Young Master you..."


    A hand stretched out in front of him, Matthew with a sullen face and dangerous half-squinted eyes: "Hand it over."


    George immediately presented the investigation documents with both hands.


    Matthew’s face became increasingly gloomy as he read, his gaze increasingly cold, and the atmosphere around him increasingly dangerous.


    After a while, he lifted his head, face ashen.


    The thin sheet of paper was squeezed by him into a ball, growing tighter.


    Just now, on that sheet of paper, he saw a not-so-unfamiliar name.


    Jimmy Scott.


    He remembered this name, Ste Nelson and Scarlett Yates had both mentioned this person.


    He was Scarlett’s senior in college, also a suitor of hers.


    The information in the investigation was detailed, down to knowing the names of the dog and cat at Jimmy Scott’s neighbor’s house.


    Naturally, it detailed when Jimmy Scott started pursuing Scarlett, the methods he used to pursue, and how long he pursued her, all very clear.


    It was precisely because the information was so clear, so detailed, that made Matthew increasingly angry as he read.


    Damn it, what kind of nonsense is ying guitar and singing love songs under the dorm building. Such childish things can only deceive naive young girls, yet for this reason he’s been dubbed the "Prince of Love Songs" by hordes of women.