<h4>Chapter 944: Chapter 944: Scarlett Yates Is My Woman</h4>


    "Do you know what this means? It means that she actually has feelings for me too. If it weren’t for you, we would definitely be together. Matthew Saxon, I really regret not getting rid of you sooner."


    "Shut up!" Matthew Saxon’s face turned ashen, darker than ever, his eyes filled with menace. He bypassed the table, raised his fist, and swung it at Maxwell Saxon.


    Maxwell Saxon did not dodge.


    The punchnded on his face, causing it to turn to one side.


    Blood immediately flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he slowly turned his head, parted his bloodied lips, and smiled at Matthew Saxon, "Flustered now? Is it because you know that what I’m saying is the truth?"


    As soon as he finished speaking, Matthew Saxon swung another fist.


    "Maxwell Saxon, Scarlett Yates is my woman. Don’t ever dream of getting her in your lifetime, because you’ll never have any chance."


    "Really?" Maxwell Saxon wiped the blood off the corner of his lips, smiled indifferently, "If you were truly so confident, you wouldn’t be so furious. Matthew, admit it, you know she doesn’t love you as much as you think."


    Matthew, admit it, you know she doesn’t love you as much as you think.


    The fist raised once more hung in mid-air, meeting Maxwell Saxon’s provocative and mocking gaze. Matthew Saxon slowly clenched his fist.


    He took a deep breath and slowly withdrew his hand.


    "She and I will be happy, we will definitely be happy." The mes of jealousy still burned in his heart, making his eyes redden.


    Bloodstains on the back of his hand, he took out a handkerchief and carefully cleaned them off, then slowly raised his head.


    His face still carried anger, but not as terrifying as when he struck earlier. He pursed his lips, stepped back two steps, and then, with a pitiful look at Maxwell Saxon, sneered, "Career, love, you’ve lost to me. Hearing these words from a loser is justughable."


    "Maxwell Saxon, I used to take you seriously, thought you were worth the trouble dealing with, but now it seems you’re just so-so."


    "Do you think that saying these words will affect my rtionship with Scarlett? Your attempts at sowing discord are too clumsy."


    Maxwell Saxon casually wiped the snow off the corner of his mouth, indifferently curled his lips, "You know whether it’s sowing discord."


    Matthew Saxon just coldly stared at him. Both remained silent, and in the almostpletely closed space, Maxwell Saxon’s somewhat heavy breathing sounded exceptionally clear.


    "Young Master." A soft knock came from outside, George’s voice seeped through the door: "You have a call."


    If it wasn’t an especially important call, George wouldn’t knock on the door.


    The first person Matthew Saxon thought of was Uncle Thompson, his expression slightly changed, and he no longer looked at Maxwell Saxon, turned and headed outside.


    --


    After going out to answer the call, it was indeed Uncle Thompson urging him about when to let people go.


    "Young Master, the sooner you release her, the sooner Miss Yates can return to your side. You know, while she’s with me, there might be no threat to her life, but the living conditions here aren’t great, and she’s bound to feel some grievances."


    "The longer you wait, the longer she suffers, and when she bes thin and haggard, you’ll feel the pain."


    "Since you’ve agreed to my request, you’ll have to release her sooner orter, so why dy? Honestly, watching a delicate girl like Miss Yates stay in this shabby house, eating poorly, sleeping poorly, living in constant fear, it’s hard even for me to bear."