Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 412: Young Master Matthew, Long Time No See

"However, you can still convince him." Scarlett Yates objectively stated a fact, "This shows that you are more impressive than him."

Among the prestigious families like the Saxon Family, how many could compare?

Yet no matter how formidable, who could surpass the Saxon Family? Just holding the title of the wealthiest in A City has been stable for over a decade. The Saxon Clan is developing better and better; in the future, the Saxon Family will only grow stronger and become unsurpassable.

As the heir of Seymour, Matthew Saxon’s status is self-evidently noble.

Thinking of this, Scarlett Yates suddenly felt a bit stifled in her heart.

She had always known the vast gap between them — she, an orphan with nothing to her name, and him, a young master of a distinguished family worth billions. The term "worlds apart" doesn’t even begin to cover the gap.

But at this very moment, that immense sense of disparity felt even more pronounced.

She felt that anything inconceivable to her appeared utterly ordinary in his eyes.

People from two different worlds shouldn’t have been intertwined in the first place.

They were brought together by a ridiculous arranged marriage, and such a connection was like a flash in the pan, soon to disappear.

Perhaps her melancholy was too obvious, so obvious it was written on her face. After watching her for a few seconds, Matthew Saxon smiled, "You seemed so excited just now; why the sudden gloomy face?"

"It’s nothing, just a bit overwhelmed that the boss is personally carving a puppet for me." Scarlett Yates masked her thoughts lightly.

Matthew Saxon chuckled softly, "With my attentive service, why haven’t I seen you overwhelmed?"

"That’s different."

"How is it different?"

"You’re someone I know."

"Scarlett, should I take your words to mean that he is an outsider, and I am someone close to you?" The wind from outside blew in, carrying the scent of a pond full of lotuses.

Matthew Saxon leaned languidly against the wall, head slightly tilted, eyes half-closed, wearing an alluring smile as he looked at her.

Behind him was an antique-looking screen.

A phoenix was embroidered on the screen, weaving through clusters of flowers. Its tail feathers were stitched with seven colored threads, each strand of the multicolored tail was so beautiful it was hard to look away.

Matthew Saxon’s handsome face was reflected in those vibrant colors, giving him the appearance of being encased in a painting. Both his slightly raised lips and slightly squinting peach blossom eyes were as beautiful as a picture.

Scarlett Yates thought he might even be more stunning than the phoenix on the screen.

Because when she looked at the phoenix, she didn’t feel breathless.

But when she looked into his deep, unfathomable, dark eyes, she suddenly felt like she couldn’t breathe.

It must have been the wonderful night scene outside.

That’s why she felt intoxicated.

"I..." She opened her mouth, but before she could say more than a word, there was a knock on the door.

After a few soft knocks, without waiting for a response from the room, the door was pushed open.

The person who entered was very young, so young that Scarlett Yates was taken aback. He was a very handsome man, looking about the same age as Matthew Saxon.

He had an extremely delicate face, with features so refined it was almost feminine, yet without a hint of femininity about him.

"Young Master, long time no see."

The first moment Scarlett Yates saw this man, she felt he exuded a cool and somewhat aloof aura, not someone easy to approach.