<h4>Chapter 840: Chapter 840: He Naturally Can’t Be Allowed to Stay</h4>


    Uncle Thompson felt ufortable, but he knew he couldn’t persuade Maxwell Saxon, so he frowned a few times, sighed helplessly, and sensibly turned to leave.


    "I originally wanted to have breakfast with you, but there’s been a lot going on at thepanytely. I finally managed to pull myself away for a bit toe over. So, how’s the food here? Does it suit your taste?"


    Walking to the table, Matthew Saxon saw the empty milk cup and the significantly reduced pastries, and he smiled contentedly: "You’ve eaten quite a few pastries, it seems I should give the pastry chef a raise."


    His demeanor and tone were very natural.


    So natural it was as if nothing had happenedst night.


    After speaking, he casually sat beside her and, seeing half a cookie left on her te, naturally took it and started eating.


    Scarlett Yates was stunned and eximed, "That was left over by me, you..."


    Maxwell Saxon had already finished the half cookie.


    He turned to look at her, a slight smile in his dark eyes, without a trace of disdain: "It does taste good, no wonder you like it."


    He didn’t seem to mind at all that the cookie had been eaten by her.


    Scarlett even felt he did it on purpose.


    Otherwise, there were clearly untouched pastries on other tes, so why did he deliberately choose what she had left?


    He didn’t mind, but Scarlett did.


    The pastry was something she’d eaten, and he took it to eat. In a couple, such behavior might demonstrate intimacy, but what were they?


    Scarlett didn’t know what to say.


    She chose Matthew Saxon, which naturally put her at odds with Maxwell Saxon.


    He could not be considered her enemy, but he could never be her friend either.


    She stayed silent for a while, but Maxwell Saxon broke the silence first, voluntarily speaking, "Don’t you have anything you want to ask me?"


    Of course she did.


    Before even meeting him, she had a mountain of questions waiting for him to answer.


    But... would he tell her the truth?


    After hesitating for a moment, Scarlett asked the question she most wanted to know: "Now that he’s fallen into your hands, what do you n to do with him?"


    Maxwell Saxon had yet to change his clothes, still in a ck suit, perfectly pressed without a wrinkle, with his tie still on.


    He undid his suit buttons one by one, just removed his coat, and was loosening his tie when he stopped for a few seconds, slowly raised his head to nce at Scarlett.


    "You’re really worried about him?" His tone was calm. He leisurely unfastened his tie before slowly lifting his gaze back to Scarlett.


    Scarlett met his eyes directly and nodded, "Yes, I am very worried about him."


    Maxwell Saxon clenched the tie in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and fixed his deep, cold gaze on her. After a moment of silence, he spoke in a low voice: "I told you, there are things I have to fight for. Between Seymour and me, only one can remain. If I get Seymour, then naturally, he cannot stay."


    Cannot stay...


    Those four words struck Scarlett like a bolt of lightning, leaving her soul shattered.


    She looked at Maxwell Saxon in shock and horror: "Maxwell Saxon, killing is a crime. He... he’s your younger brother, you can’t do that."


    "Why can’t I?" Looking at her frightened expression, Maxwell Saxon actuallyughed.