<h4>Chapter 842: Chapter 842: Who Wants Your Company Anyway?</h4>


    Perhaps his hatred had been umting for many years, but in daily life, he hadn’t shown a hint of it. Instead, he yed the role of a mature, steady, gentle, and family-oriented man to perfection.


    Even Roy Saxon was deceived by him.


    This kind of scheming and endurance is not something ordinary people can achieve.


    The more one can endure, the more it shows that his willpower exceeds that of ordinary people.


    Such a person can be extremely good, but also extremely bad.


    "No matter what, it can’t justify making a ruthless move against your own kin, Maxwell Saxon. I really misjudged you."


    She thought that no matter how bad he was, he wouldn’t stoop to harming his own family.


    But the truth? The truth once again proved her naivety and childishness.


    "You think I’m cruel, don’t you?" Maxwell Saxon chuckled softly, saying indifferently, "Scarlett, you’re still young. There are many things you don’t understand. Sometimes, being a bit cruel isn’t a bad thing. To rise above others, you must have certain means. If your heart isn’t ruthless enough, you can’t achieve great things."


    "I’m not making excuses for myself, just stating a fact."


    Scarlett Yates felt as if her heart was sinking into an ice-cold pond.


    She never thought Maxwell Saxon could be so ruthless.


    She assumed that since Matthew fell into his hands, even if he wanted Seymour, he would leave a way out for Matthew.


    After all, they were half-brothers, rtives with blood ties.


    But from what Maxwell Saxon implied, once he obtained Seymour, Matthew was undoubtedly doomed.


    The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became. Her hands and feet turned cold, herplexion went pale, and her hands, hanging by her sides, clenched tightly.


    "But didn’t you already send Alice Green to persuade him? As long as he leaves Z City and never returns, what threat could he possibly pose to you?" Her mind was muddled, her body felt cold, and the thought of Matthew potentially dying at Maxwell Saxon’s hands made her chest feel like it was being stabbed, making breathing painful.


    Her heart felt like it was being lifted from icy waters, only to be thrown into a burning oil pan.


    "Oh, you’re talking about that?"


    Maxwell Saxon chuckled, lightly tapping his fingers on the edge of the table, curling his lips as he said, "I did promise her that once things were over, I would hand Matthew over to her, but that also depends on whether Matthew is willing to cooperate."


    At this point, Scarlett Yates had nothing more to say.


    Persuade Maxwell Saxon to stop?


    She didn’t even need to try; she knew it wouldn’t work.


    Could she convince a man who could even harm his family to abandon his ambition?


    He had endured for so many years, waiting for this day. How could he possibly give it up because of a few words from her?


    Even if he truly liked her, what would that mean inparison to his grand ambitions? It wasn’t even worth mentioning.


    Seeing her stay silent, Maxwell Saxon stood up, checked the time on his wrist, and frowned slightly: "I have a meeting in an hour, I must go. If you want to eat something or need anything, just tell Sister-inw Chapman, she’ll take care of it for you. If anythinges up, you can directly call me. I’ll try to make more time to be with you. Once this busy period is over and things settle, I’ll take you away from here."


    "Who cares about yourpany?" Scarlett Yates sneered coldly, looking at him with frosty eyes, "Maxwell Saxon, are you nning to keep me under house arrest here?"