Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 554: You’re Overthinking

Maxwell Saxon frowned, wanting to say a few words, but Scarlett Yates had already hailed a taxi. Before he could speak, she turned and got into the car, slamming the car door shut.

The car wheels splashed rainwater from the ground, gradually disappearing into the white misty rain.

Maxwell Saxon still stood motionless.

He couldn’t ignore the look in Scarlett Yates’ eyes as she left.

She despised him.

Her gaze had been as cold as winter frost when she looked at him.

Suddenly, he felt a bit bewildered.

Was what he did right or wrong?

Revealing the truth would surely make her give up on Matthew Saxon, but it would also make her repelled by him as well.

"Young Master, are you regretting it?" Uncle Thompson had witnessed Scarlett Yates crying and accusing Maxwell Saxon before leaving angrily.

He also saw Maxwell Saxon’s lost expression after Scarlett Yates left.

"Regret?" Maxwell Saxon squinted his indifferent eyes at the traffic going back and forth on the street, silently for a moment, then shook his head, "This had to be done."

"In that case, Young Master, don’t overthink it." Uncle Thompson held the umbrella, keeping the wind-borne rain outside, "Young Master shared Madam’s troubles, and if Madam knew about this news, she would be relieved, Miss Alexis would also be very happy."

"Uncle Thompson, do you really think that without Scarlett Yates, Alexis would have a chance to marry Matthew Saxon?" Maxwell Saxon laughed disapprovingly, "I’ve told Mom long ago not to have these thoughts; she won’t listen, so I can’t persuade her. I can only let her mess around, as long as it doesn’t go too far, I’m too lazy to stop her."

Uncle Thompson pondered and said, "Miss Alexis is quite outstanding in appearance, though she’s a bit lacking in other areas. But the Second Young Master isn’t particularly picky; maybe if Miss Alexis puts in some effort, there’s still a bit of hope."

Matthew Saxon chuckled, "You can tell whether someone likes a person just by looking at them once, Uncle Thompson, you still don’t quite understand in this aspect."

Uncle Thompson glanced at Maxwell Saxon and suddenly said, "Whether the Second Young Master likes Miss Alexis, I can’t see, but don’t you focus too much on Miss Yates?"

Even if used as a pawn, the attention given has exceeded normal boundaries.

Maxwell Saxon’s expression slightly changed.

Uncle Thompson looked at his expression, hesitated, and said, "Young Master, to accomplish big things, you can’t be indulged in love affairs, this is what you told me."

Maxwell Saxon squinted his eyes at him, silent.

"Having attachments, things easily go wrong; that’s also what you said to me."

"Uncle Thompson, what exactly do you want to say?"

"Young Master, about Miss Yates..." Uncle Thompson finally dared not express his speculation.

He just spoke to this point, believing that Maxwell Saxon should understand.

"You overthink it."

Maxwell Saxon’s eyes immediately resumed their indifferent look, "No one can thwart my plans."

"If the Young Master thinks so, I have nothing to worry about."

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The taxi stopped outside the dormitory gate.

When getting out of the car, it was still raining. Scarlett Yates ran to the dormitory building, still getting drenched in the rain, her hair entirely wet.

The raindrops falling on her skin seemed to penetrate into her body; shortly after, she felt cold.

She hugged her arms, with a lost expression on her pale face.