<h4>Chapter 936: Chapter 936: Scarlett Yates, Is That You?</h4>


    While Scarlett Yates was hesitating, she heard a familiar voiceing from the phone.


    A familiar voice that made her eyes heat up and want to cry as soon as she heard it.


    A husky, sexy voice came through the receiver, even filled with fatigue, it still carried an irresistible allure, and softly called her name: "Scarlett Yates, is that you?"


    It was Matthew Saxon...


    How long had it been since shest heard his voice?


    Scarlett realized that she didn’t cry when she found out Uncle Thompson kidnapped her here, nor when he pointed a gun at her head, but when she heard Matthew Saxon’s voice, her eyes turned red suddenly.


    She pressed her lips together, choking with emotion, "It’s me, Matthew Saxon, it’s me."


    She didn’t want to cry, especially at this moment. The more she appeared vulnerable, the more it would please Uncle Thompson, but she simply couldn’t control it.


    The fear she had been suppressing in her heart surfaced at this moment, and her voice carried a bit of grievance, a bit of anger, and a bit of fear. Biting her lip, she called to him again, "Matthew Saxon, is it really you?"


    The silencested for a few seconds, then a low reply came, "Mm, it’s me."


    Matthew Saxon’s voice didn’t reveal any emotion, so calm.


    Scarlett even felt that he seemed a bit displeased.


    She thought he would be very worried about her, show he was tense about her, and then ask a lot of questions caring for her.


    From a normal perspective, shouldn’t it be like this?


    But she couldn’t hear any tension or worry in Matthew Saxon’s tired voice, nor feel any concern.


    His indifferent tone made her pause, almost doubting whether the person on the other end was truly him.


    But this voice couldn’t be wrong, it was indeed Matthew Saxon’s voice, although a bit colder.


    At this moment, even though Scarlett found Matthew Saxon’s reaction a bit strange, she didn’t think too much about it, biting her lip and asking again, "Did you win?"


    Matthew Saxon responded with another faint "Mm."


    She asked a question, he answered it, and after answering, he said nothing more.


    His attitude made Scarlett’s heart ache, and her eyes reddened again.


    She thought Matthew Saxon would at leastfort her a few words, like asking if she was hurt,forting her that she didn’t need to be afraid, that he was there, she remembered how he used to gentlyfort her when they were trapped in that little building, coaxing her, being tender and caring to her,pletely different from now.


    Scarlett vaguely felt that something was wrong with Matthew Saxon, but in this situation, she couldn’t ask in detail, every word she said, Uncle Thompson could hear.


    She had to suppress the doubts and disappointment in her heart, saying with a bit of bitterness, "Matthew Saxon, you don’t need to worry about me, I..."


    "Shut up!" Before Scarlett Yates could finish her words, Uncle Thompson snatched the phone back.


    He red at her fiercely: "Do you want to die so badly? Don’t think I wouldn’ty a hand on you."


    After saying that, he slowly tucked the gun back and gave her another cold re before turning around and walking to the window with the phone.


    Uncle Thompson lowered his voice to speak.


    Scarlett couldn’t hear what he was saying, but she could guess that he was negotiating with Matthew Saxon.


    The negotiation didn’tst long, a few minutester, Uncle Thompson hung up the phone and turned back toward her.


    When he stood in front of Scarlett Yates again, his expression had softened a lot, there was a gentle smile in his eyes, as if he had let out a long-held breath.