Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 467: In a Bad Mood
"I just saw you smile," Matthew Saxon’s gloomy voice echoed in her ear.
"You must be seeing things."
The car had been deliberately spray-painted, so naturally, it couldn’t be driven away.
Matthew Saxon made a phone call, and soon George drove over a black Maybach.
Clearly, with his car suddenly vandalized, Matthew Saxon was in a foul mood.
Scarlett Yates analyzed the situation and concluded that the reason for Matthew Saxon’s bad mood wasn’t about the cost for repairs—not only was every car insured, even without it, the maintenance fee meant nothing to him.
The likely cause for his foul mood was the audacity of someone daring to mess with his car; it was simply reckless beyond measure.
"Find out who did this immediately. Once we catch them, there will be no leniency," Matthew’s long, narrow eyes squinted, a dangerous cold light flickering in them.
"Yes, Young Master." When George saw the words sprayed on the car, he almost couldn’t hold back his laughter.
But in front of Matthew Saxon, he dared not actually laugh, enduring it with all his might, to the point where his face turned red.
Who on earth had the guts to meddle with the Young Master’s car? He was rather eager to unmask the culprit.
Seeing Scarlett Yates again, George deliberately avoided looking at her, and when he greeted her, he kept his head down; once he was done, he turned his head away.
In Z Country, during the conversation with Matthew Saxon, although Matthew took into account their long-standing friendship and didn’t directly expose his feelings, George always felt ashamed about it.
He knew very well that Matthew Saxon was interested in Scarlett Yates, yet he still had inappropriate thoughts.
No matter how good the woman Young Master fancied was, he shouldn’t have such thoughts.
After George left, Scarlett Yates, who sensed something was amiss, asked, "Why is George acting so weird? Did I accidentally upset him somehow?"
Not even giving her a glance, his attitude was quite indifferent.
Although he used to only greet her without saying much, it was still different from now.
Matthew Saxon locked the car door and slowly turned his head to look at her, "What’s so weird?"
"I can’t really say, it seems like he doesn’t want to see me."
Scarlett Yates thought about it carefully but really couldn’t figure out what she might have done to offend him.
"I don’t see it. You’re always overthinking things; doesn’t it tire your brain?" Matthew knew exactly why George had changed, but there’s no way he would tell her.
"Am I overthinking?" Scarlett blinked, her expression slightly puzzled.
Could it really be that she’s overthinking this?
Matthew Saxon didn’t respond further, leaned over, and buckled her seatbelt.
He had an appealing scent, and when he leaned closer, the fragrance seeped into her nose, making her cheeks flush.
He reached over and pulled the seatbelt, his body tilted towards her, almost as if he were embracing her.
She really felt embarrassed.
Every time Matthew Saxon came closer, her heartbeat would suddenly accelerate, and she wouldn’t dare to breathe.
A low, hoarse laugh echoed in her ear, as cool fingers pinched her chin, tilting her face towards him, "Scarlett Yates, you’re seriously the most blushing woman I’ve ever met."
