<h4>Chapter 623: Chapter 623: Surprisingly, not a single person was willing to help her</h4>


    The crowd wore expressions of deep understanding, and someone even whispered, "That girl is so lucky. She was shouting and yelling in the café without any manners or ss, yet she found such a handsome boyfriend."


    "Yeah, right? That guy is super handsome, looks and aura are off the charts. How could he possibly be a thug?"


    "If all thugs looked like that, I’d willingly devote myself."


    Scarlett Yates’ resistance and cries for help werepletely ignored.


    No one stood up for her, and no one spoke on her behalf.


    Matthew Saxon just boldly carried her out of the café.


    And he carried her unimpeded all the way to his Lamborghini.


    Opened the car door, got in, then tossed her inside, locked the door, all in one smooth motion.


    "Matthew Saxon, what are you doing? Let me out of the car!" Scarlett Yates forcefully pulled the car door, and when she found she couldn’t open it, she reached out to smash the window.


    Dammit, so damn infuriating.


    Why was there not a single person willing to help her?


    She was shouting till her throat almost gave out, barely managed to get a few people’s attention, but Matthew Saxon brushed them off with a casual "Just a lovers’ quarrel."


    No one doubted his words.


    Just because of his immacte appearance, no one believed that such a handsome man would resort to forcibly taking an ordinary woman like her.


    Some even shook their heads at her and sighed, saying to Matthew in a sympathetic tone, "Bro, your woman is too fierce. Must be hard to manage her day-to-day, right?"


    Hearing this, Scarlett Yates nearly vomited from anger.


    She was the victim being forcibly taken away, wasn’t she? Why was everyone sympathizing with the "perpetrator"?


    Just because Matthew Saxon is good-looking, it means he’s not a bad guy?


    What kind of logic is that!


    Seeing her struggling like a wild cat caught in a cage, Matthew Saxon calmly said, "If you think you can smash bulletproof ss, go ahead."


    Every car in the Saxon Family has bulletproof ss installed.


    As Seymour grew stronger, it meant making more enemies, thus the need for extra caution.


    What? Bulletproof ss?


    Scarlett Yates’ hand was already red and swollen from hitting, and hearing this, she stopped, panting heavily.


    "Where are you taking me?"


    He didn’t answer her, face still cold, sitting in the front while she sat in the back. The chill emanating from him could be felt even from a distance.


    She hugged her arms tightly, biting her lip hard, "Matthew Saxon, where are you taking me? If you don’t speak, I’ll really call the police."


    He seemed to smirk, "Go ahead, call the police, have theme and arrest me."


    The indifference and full mockery in his tone seemed tough at her childishness and naivety.


    Even though the Saxon Family was dominant in Z City, it didn’t mean theycked influence in A City.


    "I’m really calling the police!" Seeing hisplete disregard, Scarlett Yates felt increasingly uncertain.


    Was he betting that the police wouldn’t dare intervene in Matthew Saxon’s affairs?


    He raised an eyebrow, "How are you going to exin to the police? Tell them I am forcibly taking a woman in broad daylight?"


    "Aren’t you?" she asked angrily.


    He chuckled dismissively, "Even if you say that, who will believe you? You called out for help for so long, did anyone help you?"