When she spoke these words, her face carried undisguised disdain.

The disdain on her face was like countless small needles piercing his heart, leaving countless tiny holes, making his heart riddled with wounds.

Blood seeped from these tiny holes, and his face grew paler and paler.

"Scarlett, do you hate me that much?" A desolate smile appeared at the corner of his lips, making his expression sad, "I just wanted you to keep me company for a while. You have plenty of time to be with Matthew, but you wouldn’t even spare me a few minutes?"

"I just want to talk to you, that’s all. There’s no need for you to guard against me like a wild beast. I’ve said before, I will never hurt you."

Scarlett Yates still shook her head: "No, Matthew Saxon is still waiting for me. If you need someone to chat with, there are many people here who can accompany you. They are gentle, beautiful, understanding, and patient; they will be the best company."

In Darknight City, there are plenty of beautiful women to accompany you, and their quality is quite high, with first-class looks and figures.

The three women accompanying Vincent Reed and the others are from Darknight City, each a very beautiful sight to behold.

Maxwell Saxon suddenly seemed angry, with a trace of fury in his eyes, speaking defiantly, "I don’t want anyone else, just you."

"Sorry, I really need to go. If I don’t, Matthew Saxon will come looking for me, and I don’t want him to misunderstand."

Seeing her unwillingness, Maxwell Saxon reached out to pull her, a hint of pleading in his deep eyes, and he almost humbly said while reaching out, "Scarlett, I promise, ten minutes, you just need to accompany me for ten minutes, and I’ll let you go."

Scarlett Yates was taken aback.

In her memory, Maxwell Saxon had never spoken to her in such a humble tone.

This man is intrinsically proud, but at this moment, that pride has completely vanished.

The emotions revealed in his eyes, Scarlett Yates dared not look at them too much, fearing that if her heart softened, she would agree to him.

This kind of sorrowful and humble emotion should not exist in this cold and proud man.

With a slap, Scarlett Yates hardened her heart, slapped his hand away with a cold face, and turned to walk towards the door. As she walked, she said coldly, "Not even a minute, Maxwell Saxon. I’ve made it very clear to you. I dislike anyone forcing me to do things I don’t want to do. So far, I don’t hate you, but if you continue to pester me like this, I think I will start to.

Scarlett Yates had already reached the door.

Suddenly, behind her, Maxwell Saxon’s voice turned cold: "Scarlett Yates, am I so despicable in your eyes?"

"Being with me makes you that unbearable? The way Matthew Saxon treats you, you treasure it, but my sincerity means nothing to you, so you can just trample on it at will, is that it?"

Scarlett Yates had already opened the door and was about to walk out when Maxwell Saxon’s words stopped her in her tracks.

After a few seconds of silence, she sighed softly.

"Maxwell Saxon, you’re drunk. I advise you to leave here quickly, go back and have a good sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, you will realize how ridiculous your words are now."

"I’m not drunk, I’m very sober. I know what I’m saying." Maxwell Saxon sneered coldly, took a few steps to her back, his eyes seemed to be tempered with ice, looking coldly at her back, and suddenly a trace of hate for seeking but not obtaining grew in his heart.