<h4>Chapter 639: Chapter 639: Treating Him as a Driver</h4>


    She thought for a moment, then made a request: "If you’re going to take me back to the hospital, then I should bring Senior Brother Scott along too. We’re both going to the same ce, after all, and he came all this way for me. I can’t just take a car by myself while leaving him to go back alone."


    After speaking, without caring whether Matthew Saxon agreed or not, she took it upon herself to say to Jimmy Scott: "Senior Brother Scott, it’s hard to get a taxi at this time. Let’s take Mr. Saxon’s car back. His car is great, veryfortable. We can pretend to enjoy the experience of riding in a luxury car. Besides, Mr. Saxon is a skilled driver; riding in his car is morefortable than a taxi."


    She intentionally said this to provoke Matthew Saxon.


    Her n seeded.


    After hearing her words, Matthew Saxon’s face turned dark with anger.


    This girl had the gall to treat him like he was just a driver,paring his car to a taxi.


    Jimmy Scott yed along with Scarlett Yates, ncing at Matthew Saxon’s Lamborghini with a faint smile, nodding: "I saw Mr. Saxon’s Lamborghini at thest car show. It’s a luxury car worth tens of millions. If Mr. Saxon doesn’t mind, I’d be delighted to experience it."


    Scarlett Yatesughed: "Mr. Saxon is very nice and weing, he wouldn’t mind."


    After saying that, she slowly turned her head to look at Matthew Saxon, whose anger was almost visibly steaming from his head. Her dark eyes curved with a charming smile: "Mr. Saxon, Senior Brother Scott and I have decided. We’ll take your car back."


    Scarlett Yates didn’t care whether Matthew Saxon was willing or not. She walked straight to the already opened back door, smiling as she waved Jimmy Scott over: "Senior Brother, quickly get in the car."


    Jimmy Scott stifled augh, ncing at Matthew Saxon, whose face was dark with rage, and said with a hint of reluctance: "Mr. Saxon doesn’t seem too willing. I think it’s better if I just take a taxi back."


    "Mr. Saxon didn’t say anything, which means he agrees. Hurry up ande over, don’t just stand there. We need to rush back to work."


    Either silence leads to an outburst, or it leads topromise.


    Suddenly, Matthew Saxon stepped over to Scarlett Yates as she yfully bickered with Jimmy Scott. Without warning, he lifted her like a chick and moved her to the front of the car. With a grim face, he said, "You’re sitting in the front with me, he’s sitting in the back."


    After speaking, he gave her no room for negotiation. He opened the passenger door and swept her into the car, like picking up a little chick.


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    On the way back, the atmosphere was peculiar.


    Matthew Saxon kept his face stern, like someone owed him arge sum of money, and his displeasure was palpable.


    Scarlett Yates kept turning her head to look out the window, pretending to enjoy the scenery from the moment she got in the car.


    Jimmy Scott closed his eyes, appearing to take a nap.


    All three remained silent, maintaining the silence all the way to the hospital.


    As the car stopped, Jimmy Scott’s eyes immediately opened.


    Scarlett Yates withdrew her gaze, politely saying: "Mr. Saxon, thank you for bringing us back."


    Matthew Saxon’s anger was nearing its breaking point.


    He was fed up with her calling him Mr. Saxon; the title irritated him.


    What did she say just now?


    Us? She politely addressed him as Mr. Saxon, while referring to her and Jimmy Scott as us, making it feel like she and Jimmy Scott were a pair, and he was just an unnecessary outsider.


    His fingers angrily grasped the steering wheel as he turned his head, his eyes carrying a hint of thin anger, sneering through gritted teeth: "Miss Yates, you’re too polite."