<h4>Chapter 754: Chapter 754: Stab a Knife into the Heart</h4>


    From the beginning, she had a good impression of Maxwell Saxon. Even though heter warned her and told her secrets that shouldn’t have been shared, it had no effect.


    The more he didn’t want her to interact too much with Maxwell, the more she opposed him.


    She was attracted to Maxwell Saxon, she fell for him.


    So, even if he painted Maxwell as an unforgivable viin, it couldn’t change her mind.


    He should have realized this when Maxwell suddenly said he wanted to cancel the wedding ns.


    She insisted on breaking up, and Maxwell canceled the ns for the wedding; these changes have already exined a lot.


    He only realized it now, is this the so-called "the onlooker sees more clearly"?


    The war between him and Maxwell Saxon hadn’t even officially started, but he had already lost something.


    Matthew Saxon had to admit that Maxwell was indeed his strongest opponent. After holding back for so many years, has he finally decided to retaliate and fight back?


    First, he took his woman, then Seymour, seizing all that once belonged to him.


    But does he really believe that Matthew Saxon would care about this kind of woman who switches affections so easily?


    The smile on Matthew’s lips grew colder, and the way he looked at Scarlett Yates seemed sharp, mercilessly piercing her face: "I remember, as an ex-boyfriend, during our rtionship, I didn’t seem to do anything to wrong Miss Yates, did I, Miss Yates?"


    Scarlett Yates didn’t know what word to use to describe how she felt at that moment.


    Caught under Matthew’s piercing gaze, the icy spikes seemed to stab straight into her heart.


    Her body trembled slightly, her breath stopping for two seconds. Her heart sank, growing cold and then painful.


    In his eyes, there was disgust and disdain.


    Just like when she left that day, filled with disdain and indifference.


    He wouldn’t look at a stranger with such loathing.


    This was more effective than any sarcasm or insult he could throw at her. If his aim at that moment was to make her feel bad, he had seeded.


    She mustered a slight smile, but it looked more painful than crying, awkwardly tugging at her lips: "Second Young Master."


    Matthew Saxon curved his lips, looking down at the woman beside him, smiling as he said, "Softy, I forgot to introduce you. This is my elder brother, you’ve already met him. The woman next to my brother, I should introduce her to you properly, as you may need to call her Young Madam in the future."


    When Matthew Saxon was ruthless, he truly knew how to stab at one’s heart.


    His words were like an invisible sharp de, piercing deeply into her heart.


    Scarlett Yates, having sipped Champagne, had flushed cheeks. Hearing his words, her blushing instantly turned pale.


    Perhaps it was the lingering effects of the Champagne, making her head spin intensely. If not for leaning on Maxwell Saxon, she nearly couldn’t stand.


    Her mind was nk, unable to think of a single word in response.


    She didn’t know what to say, as if she suddenly didn’t know how to speak.


    It wasn’t until the girl beside Matthew extended a hand to her, politely and sweetly calling her Miss Yates, that she finally directed her wandering gaze to the girl.


    Softy smiled sweetly at her: "Miss Yates, hello, I’m Softy. Nice to meet you for the first time."