He always had excellent control over his emotions; otherwise, how could he have endured for so many years in the Saxon Family?
Yet, in front of her, his most prideful self-discipline seemed utterly useless. She could easily affect his emotions, causing him to do many things out of control.
"Get out, I told you to get out, didn't you hear?" Scarlett Yates couldn't calm down.
Every time she saw Maxwell Saxon, she would recall how Matthew Saxon died at his hands.
He was a true murderer, a demon clad in human skin.
Her eyes and face were filled with tears. She painfully closed her eyes, her hoarse voice entwined with agony and despair: "Maxwell Saxon, how could you be so cruel, how could you..."
Matthew Saxon was dead.
She felt as if her heart had died too.
The taste of blood filled her mouth; even her breath seemed to carry a bloody scent. Her throat was dry, itchy, and burning, like it was on fire, and she couldn't help but cough again.
