Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 627: This is slander and framing

Matthew Saxon carried the pale-faced Scarlett Yates inside.

After he went in, the door automatically closed.

Once in the living room, he set her down.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, Scarlett’s legs were a bit weak, and she almost stumbled to the floor.

A strong arm caught her just in time, but after she steadied herself, she forcefully pushed it away.

She took a few steps back.

Even though she knew it was pointless, she still kept a distance from him.

"What do you want?" she bit her lip, her voice trembling lightly, the whiteness of her face betraying her current nervousness. Her soft, dark eyes flickered uneasily, like a terrified deer.

Matthew Saxon looked at her and slowly took off his coat.

She froze, her body tensed, her gaze flickering even faster, her lips pale as she breathed rapidly in tension: "Matthew Saxon, what are you doing."

Matthew Saxon sneered coldly, carelessly tossed the expensive suit onto the sofa, and began to undo his tie.

The tie was loosely tied, and with a gentle tug, he pulled it down and then casually tossed it aside as if it were trash.

Scarlett Yates felt as if she couldn’t breathe.

She swallowed nervously, her tensed body appearing rigid, like someone frozen in place: "Don’t try anything reckless,"

The man, who had been silent since entering the room, finally looked up at her.

He unfastened two buttons of his shirt, raised an eyebrow, and his thin lips curved dangerously: "Fallen for Jimmy Scott?"

As he spoke, he took a step closer to her.

Scarlett Yates retreated two steps, her face as white as paper, her eyes wide open in fear: "If you dare... I will report you."

Having said that, it was as if she found a bit of courage, she clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and emphasized again, biting her teeth: "I will definitely report you."

His icy smile deepened, his entire persona exuding an extremely dangerous aura, chilling anyone to the bone: "Report me? Very well, I’d like to see how you do it."

"I’ll tell them you raped me!"

As he advanced step by step, she retreated step by step, but where could she hide? This was his territory, and no matter where she hid, she couldn’t escape.

She could only use this weak warning to threaten him.

But to Matthew Saxon, such a warning was utterly ineffective.

It was as if he had heard an amusing joke; his eyes narrowed, a hint of mocking disdain flitting through his long, narrow eyes: "Who would believe you if you said so? Scarlett Yates, shall we make a bet?"

"A bet? Bet on what?"

His thin lips curled arrogantly, looking down at her from above as if he were standing high above her: "Let’s bet that if I tell the police you deliberately seduced me, set a trap for me, and then used it as leverage to gain benefits from me, will the police believe you or me?"

Her eyes widened, and after a few seconds, she cursed in anger and grit her teeth: "That’s false accusation, shameless!"

He smiled indifferently: "Next, I’ll do even more shameless things, save your breath for later."

Scarlett Yates suddenly couldn’t speak.

Looking at Matthew Saxon, it didn’t seem like he was joking, and her expression turned fearful.

How could he be like this,

He agreed to break up, and now he’s doing this to her again.

Just because she said she liked Jimmy Scott?

They had broken up, the contract was no longer binding, she was single again, and whom she liked and whom she wanted to be with was her freedom.