<h4>Chapter 625: Chapter 625: You Lunatic</h4>


    He already regretted it.


    Using the breakup to divert Maxwell Saxon’s attention seemed ineffective.


    On the day Scarlett Yates set off for A City, Maxwell Saxon visited her at the hospital again, and during thepany’s meeting, he proactively proposed to trial a new project in A City.


    In due time, Maxwell Saxon would personally lead his team to stationed at A City for a period.


    Although A City was within the scope of several trial sites, ording to the initial n, A City’s trial was scheduled for the next year.


    Maxwell Saxon suddenly listed A City as the first trial city, advancing the timeline by half a year, making his intentions too obvious.


    Scarlett Yates had just gone to A City, and he made such a request, forcing him to doubt Maxwell Saxon’s true motives.


    This man, despite their breakup, didn’t stop paying attention to Scarlett Yates.


    Moreover, there’s one point that had to make Matthew Saxon suspicious.


    Alice Green and Maxwell Saxon’s wedding date was set long ago, yet it was suddenly canceled, and even the wedding ns were called off.


    Lately, Maxwell Saxon’s behaviors had been too unusual.


    Matthew Saxon suddenly realized, instead of leaving Scarlett Yates in this unfamiliar city, it would be safer to keep her by his side.


    Keeping her under his watch, anything Maxwell Saxon tried to do would be under his surveince, and any unexpected situation he could learn about immediately.


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    The car finally stopped.


    As soon as the car door was unlocked, Scarlett Yates opened it and ran out.


    But before she could run ten meters, Matthew Saxon caught her.


    With a pull and a tug, he drew her into his arms, using his physical advantage and strength to confine her in his embrace, immobile.


    "Scarlett Yates, where do you think you’re going?" He sneered coldly, his big hand stretched out, once again carrying her over the shoulder like a bup sack.


    "Matthew Saxon, you crazy man, put me down!" Scarlett Yates screamed, her husky throat emitting a series of unpleasant drake-like noises.


    Yet nobody paid her any heed.


    asionally, some people nced over, but upon seeing the appearance of the "rascal" carrying her, each one was captivated by his charm, ignoring her struggles and cries for help.


    Just like what happened in the café.


    Matthew Saxon, calm andposed, tantly carried her across the street and then walked slowly into a hotel.


    The best Seasons Hotel in A City, a super five-star,vishly decorated like a pce.


    It’s said that this hotel belonged to the estate of Seymour, with over a hundred locations nationwide.


    When the receptionists, smilingly prepared to say wee, saw Matthew Saxon, they collectively choked.


    First, they were stunned, then dumbfounded, followed by a change in expression, and then exceedingly respectful, bowing ny degrees: "Good afternoon, President."


    While speaking, ncing surreptitiously at Scarlett Yates draped over his shoulder.


    As employees of the Seasons Hotel under Seymour Group, from the first day of employment, someone would train them on thepany’s development history, and among the training content, knowing thepany’s ultimate BOSS was a must-remember item.


    Failing to recognize the head of one’spany as an employee of Seymour is by no means a qualified employee.


    The sudden appearance of Matthew Saxon shocked and startled the receptionists.