Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 533: Where is she?
If Naomi Dougla hadn’t died, he wouldn’t even have the right to enter the Saxon Family’s door.
He and May Denton would never be acknowledged their entire lives.
Some things are destined, he cannot change them.
For example, Matthew Saxon’s glamorous birth: his mother was a gentle, kind, and beautiful rich lady, his grandfather was a famous figure in both the legal and underground worlds. As soon as Matthew Saxon was born, he attracted the attention and admiration of countless people.
But he, at that time, was merely an illegitimate child depending on his hidden mother to survive.
Back then, May Denton was Roy Saxon’s mistress kept on the outside, whom he would occasionally remember to visit, and if not for May Denton being pregnant with him, this mistress would likely have been abandoned by Roy Saxon long ago.
The memory of being an illegitimate child, dark and filled with shame, is a past that Maxwell Saxon is most unwilling to recall.
If there was even a touch of the good amid that unbearable past, it was the memories related to Scarlett Yates.
But she remembers nothing, forgetting him completely.
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"Young Master, the second Young Master has arrived," the maid gently knocked on the door.
"Oh? So quickly?" Maxwell Saxon glanced at the time, smiling as he stood up.
An hour’s journey took forty-five minutes, faster than he expected.
The smile at his lips suddenly grew deep and inscrutable, and Maxwell Saxon slowly walked to the window.
The dim streetlamp light cast on the ground, and a tall familiar figure came from the corner.
The quick steps, the cold expression.
It was his noble-born brother, arriving so quickly.
Has it already reached such a level of concern?
His smile deepened further, standing at the window for a moment, until he saw that figure walk into the ground floor lobby, then he turned around slowly.
Maxwell Saxon had just reached the lobby when he saw Matthew Saxon walking straight towards him.
"Where is she?"
"Why don’t you sit for a while first?" Maxwell Saxon called for the maid. "Won’t you quickly brew a pot of tea?"
"No need." Matthew Saxon looked at him expressionlessly, "Take me to Scarlett’s room."
Maxwell Saxon looked at him for a few seconds, curling his lips: "Since you’re eager to take her away, I won’t keep you. Olly, take the second Young Master upstairs."
"Yes, Young Master."
Olly was so intimidated by Matthew Saxon’s cold aura that she did not dare to lift her head, murmuring: "Second Young Master, please follow me."
She had heard of the young master’s half-brother before, that his temper was particularly bad, and others dared not provoke him easily.
If you were to talk about her young master, his temperament was already considered extremely good and gentle, now this second Young Master also had a cold face, as if the young master had offended him.
The maid led Matthew Saxon to the door of Scarlett Yates’s room: "Second Young Master, Miss Yates is in this room."
Matthew Saxon pushed open the door without a word.
The air carried a sweet floral fragrance, upon attention, he noticed several fresh lilies placed in the vase inside the room.
That sweet fragrance was indeed the scent of lilies.
On the big bed, Scarlett Yates’s small body occupied a tiny corner, curled up with her eyes closed, seemingly sleeping deeply, from the moment he entered the room to the bed, she hadn’t moved at all.
An indescribable fury rose in Matthew Saxon’s heart.
This damned woman, not only drank herself into a stupor but showed no reaction even when being taken away. If today she had been taken by someone other than Maxwell Saxon, some stranger or dangerous man, does she know how serious the consequences could be?
