Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 368: Scarlett Yates, You Mustn’t Be in Trouble
The swaying yacht gradually steadied, progressing at a consistent speed toward its destination.
Matthew Saxon stood on the deck.
Even though he was holding an umbrella, the rain still slanted onto him with the wind, soaking most of his shirt, and his hair was completely drenched.
He watched the dark rolling sea, his expression gradually darkening as well. His hand, clutching the railing, tightened repeatedly, as if he was about to crush it.
Under the storm, the sea was no longer a pure and refreshing blue, turning into a sinister black, like a bottomless abyss.
Pursued, and still missing...
Just these two pieces of information made his heart unable to calm down for a long time.
"Scarlett Yates..." His voice was hoarse and low, filled with deep fatigue.
Whether Alice Green’s words were true or not, he had no time to ask in detail, nor time to analyze.
The only thought in his mind was that he must find her.
No matter what, he must find her.
"Young Master, if Miss Green could escape a pursuit and come back, then Miss Yates, being so smart, will definitely be fine too. Perhaps she, like Miss Green, has found a place to hide, and once you reach the island, you can bring her back."
Matthew Saxon had been standing on the deck for almost an hour.
During that hour, he was drenched by rain and battered by the cold wind, ruining his usually elegant and charming image.
He looked utterly disheveled.
His hair was soaked by the rain and then tousled disorderly by the wind, and his clothes were wet, limp, and sticking to his body, with rain running down his handsome face from his forehead and brows.
Such a disheveled and unconcerned-for-image Young Master was rare.
However, after meeting Scarlett Yates, such occasions for the Young Master seemed to have increased.
"Do you really think so?" Matthew Saxon turned around to look at George, his dark, icy gaze falling upon him, and George immediately felt a chill sweep over him with Matthew’s gaze, causing him to shiver.
"Yes, Young Master, Miss Yates is very clever. She wouldn’t let herself fall into danger. George believes she will surely be okay."
"You’re right." Matthew looked at him for a moment, then turned away, gazing expressionlessly at the dark sea, his deep, cold voice was carried by the wind to George’s ears, "She’s always been witty and smart, she wouldn’t fall into danger easily."
But a voice deep inside immediately contradicted him.
If she were really smart enough, how could she have been taken to that island?
Once such thoughts emerged, he dared not dwell on them further.
Matthew’s fingers clutching the railing tightened and tightened, until they couldn’t grip any more forcefully, and his knuckles turned white.
He stared at the boundless deep sea, lips tightly pressed together, his slender eyes seeming to look through the white rain curtain to somewhere.
Scarlett Yates, you absolutely must be alright.
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It felt like an eternity had passed before the yacht finally landed successfully.
The moment the gangway was lowered, Matthew Saxon stepped briskly onward.
"Young Master, Young Master, the umbrella..."
Though the rain had lessened somewhat, it hadn’t stopped, yet Matthew walked directly into the rain curtain without using an umbrella or wearing a raincoat.
Very quickly, his half-wet shirt became completely soaked by the rain.
"Some of you check over there, and the rest of you search there and there thoroughly. Remember, you must search carefully, don’t leave any spot unchecked." Once George finished assigning the search tasks and turned back to look for Matthew Saxon, he discovered that Matthew was already nowhere to be seen.
