Will the Aloof Billi Chapter 532: Are you so worried about me?

Chapter 532: Chapter 532: Are you so worried about ?

Maxwell Saxon chuckled lightly, "Matthew, do you not trust

that much?"

"As long as you understand."

Maxwell smiled again, raising his injured hand, his finger gently sliding across Scarlett Yates’ fair cheek, "Since you don’t trust , then take her back, Villa 115 at the outskirts by White Cloud Mountain. It’s late, and the mountain road is hard to travel; you need to be careful."

Beep beep beep—

Matthew Saxon hung up the phone.

Maxwell tossed the phone onto the bedside table, his fingers wandering to Scarlett Yates’ lips before pausing, then slowly landing on her soft lips.

He smiled, "Scarlett, you really surprise . I never thought my promiscuous brother would genuinely fall for you."

"But if he finds out he fell in love with the daughter of the woman who indirectly caused his mother’s death, do you think he’ll regret it, feel pain?"

"By then, it would be an interesting drama of love and hate, just thinking about it is quite intriguing."

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The rich aroma of the coffee was enticing.

An old record player softly spinning a slow, beautiful lody.

Uncle Thompson furrowed his brow, almost arguing, unable to understand as he looked at Maxwell Saxon, "Young Master, with such a great opportunity, why not seize it?"

"It’s still ti to arrange sothing now if you act quickly. Doesn’t the Young Master trust our manpower? Even if the old master sends people to investigate, they wouldn’t find anything. The mountain roads are winding, the lighting is poor at night, an accident could easily happen. What is the Young Master worried about?"

"No matter how outstanding you perform, the old master still shows favoritism. Only if the second young master dies will he see you and willingly hand over the company to you."

"Alright, Uncle Thompson, you needn’t say more." Although Uncle Thompson’s words were tempting, Maxwell remained unmoved.

He said calmly, "I will definitely obtain the company, but not in this way."

"Do you really think that if Matthew dies, Dad will be willing to hand the company over to ?"

"Regardless of whether they can find out the real cause of death, he will suspect . Even without evidence, as long as he suspects , he will never give

the company. The thod you suggested is the least feasible and will only ss things up for us."

Uncle Thompson looked anxious, "Then how long does the Young Master intend to wait? The old master’s idea is to hand over the company to the second young master once he gets married. We don’t have much ti, Young Master."

Maxwell took a leisurely sip of coffee, his long fingers sliding gently along the rim of the cup, smiling lightly, "Uncle Thompson, you’re still too impatient. Rushing often leads to poor outcos."

"I’ve said before, waiting a little longer is fine as long as we get the results we want. Without full assurance, we mustn’t take risks lightly, or everything will be in vain."

Uncle Thompson bowed his head in silence for a while and sighed deeply, "I certainly trust the Young Master’s ability and judgnt. It’s just unfair to see soone as capable as the Young Master always overshadowed by the second young master, who does nothing yet gets everything, while you’ve done so much for the company but still have to defer to him. It’s truly unfair."

"Fairness?" Maxwell shook his head with a smile, "There are too many unfair things in this world. Even my position as the Saxon Family’s eldest son is hard-earned. If it weren’t for Naomi Dougla’s death, the grievances I suffer now would be nothing."