Scarlett Yates was silent for a few seconds. Even though her fever-addled mind was a bit confused, her words were clear and deliberate: "I want to see Matthew Saxon."
She didn't plea for him to release her, nor did she expect him to release Matthew Saxon.
She knew well where Maxwell Saxon's limits lay.
No matter how important she was, she couldn't surpass his ambitions.
For him to let go of Matthew Saxon because of her, that was simply impossible.
During these three days, on the surface, she seemed carefree, eating well and sleeping soundly, but not a moment passed without her worrying about Matthew Saxon.
Every night she had the same nightmare, waking up in terror.
In her dream, Matthew Saxon died at the hands of Maxwell Saxon.
A bullet pierced his heart, blood everywhere.
Every night she woke up from such nightmares, and the more she dreamt it, the more it felt like a bad omen.
