Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 452: Your car is too flashy

"Once you step into the Saxon Family, don’t expect to keep a low profile. No matter how low profile you try to be, your identity won’t change. You can’t go back to being the Scarlett Yates from before."

"Did you hear what I’m saying?"

"Are you sure you want me to park here? Scarlett Yates, don’t try to test my patience and temper over and over. If you dare say another word of nonsense, I’ll shut your mouth right up."

Screech—

The silver-gray Lamborghini stopped thirty meters away from the hospital dormitory.

"Are you... are you angry?" Scarlett Yates looked innocently, biting her lip, and softly tugged the sleeve of the foul-looking man beside her. She said in a small, pitiful, and ingratiating voice, "Matthew Saxon, don’t be angry. I just don’t want to be too flashy."

"How is it flashy?" Matthew Saxon turned his head, like a fierce woman, frowning tightly, his handsome face covered with a layer of frost.

Even though the face in front of her was terrifying, with a vicious expression as if he were about to eat her, Scarlett Yates swallowed nervously but still mustered up the courage to point out the issue, "Your car is too flashy."

"How is this car flashy?" Matthew Saxon was extremely frustrated, never been this frustrated before.

For the first time, someone disliked his car, to the point where he wasn’t even allowed to park in front of the hospital dormitory but had to park in an inconspicuous corner across the street.

What on earth composed this damn woman’s mind, why does she have to be different from other women?

Isn’t there a popular saying now, something like I’d rather cry in a BMW than laugh on a bicycle? Although it sounds a bit materialistic, it means everyone desires a good material life. If there’s a choice between good and bad, only a fool would choose the latter, right?

She thought his Lamborghini was too flashy, so what kind of car did she think he should use to pick her up?

As if she saw through his thoughts, after pointing out that his car was too flashy, Scarlett Yates weakly added, "Actually, taking the bus would be fine, or I could take a taxi..."

"Scarlett Yates, say that again!" Matthew Saxon’s veins throbbed on his forehead in anger.

This damn woman, is she really testing his temper?

Could she be any more outrageous, actually suggesting he take the bus?

Ignoring a perfectly good luxury car to squeeze into a bus, what kind of missing brain circuit does she have to come up with such a stupid idea?

"Not taking the bus is fine, but at least you could drive a less flashy car..." Scarlett Yates released her hold on his sleeve and began tugging at her own sleeve instead, like she wished she could crush the fabric in her hands.

She was wearing a lake-green checkered shirt, blue jeans, and flat canvas shoes, her hair tied in a neat ponytail.

With a very student-like look, she still appeared like an underage teenager.

Her entire outfit, Matthew Saxon guessed, probably cost no more than two hundred bucks, and the material of the shirt was cheap beyond words.

Not noticing was one thing, but it made Matthew Saxon even angrier once he did.

He really couldn’t understand this woman with such unconventional thoughts.

Ignoring the wardrobe full of brand-name clothes, only taking her cheap clothes with her.