Chapter 683: Chapter 683: If You Want to Fight, Do It Outside
Of course, for comfort, there’s nothing like the comfort of right now.
After all, Jimmy Scott’s cooking skills are nowhere near as good as Angela’s, who can make her delicious food every day with variety. Moreover, living with Jimmy Scott has many inconveniences.
There’s a difference between n and won, no matter how casual, there are still many things to be careful about.
Angela’s crying made the two n, already full of anger, even more irritated.
Matthew Saxon turned his head and viciously threatened, "If you keep crying and sobbing, I’ll throw you downstairs."
When he was threatening Angela, he was slightly distracted, and Maxwell Saxon’s fist landed on his face.
Receiving this punch, Matthew Saxon’s long and narrow eyes squinted, his gaze filled with coldness. He turned his head and punched Maxwell Saxon in the face.
The two started exchanging punches again.
Neither held back, attacking fast and fiercely.
Soon, Maxwell Saxon also took quite a few punches.
Bang—
Matthew Saxon almost fell onto the coffee table, sweeping his long arms and knocking everything on it to the floor.
Fruits, snacks, teacups, vases, all crashed to the ground.
Bang—
The next second, as Maxwell Saxon retreated, he bumped into a large vase on the TV cabinet.
That vase was one Scarlett Yates had carefully selected for a long ti at a nearby creative furniture store. When Maxwell Saxon knocked it to the ground, it instantly turned into a pile of ceramic shards.
The anger Scarlett Yates had been holding back finally erupted.
She suddenly pushed Angela aside, raised her head, and furiously yelled at the two of them, "Matthew Saxon, Maxwell Saxon, have you fought enough? If you want to fight, take it outside."
Scarlett Yates’s loud roar made the two n, who were fighting intensely, stop simultaneously.
Scarlett Yates recalled all the events that happened today, then looked at the ss all over the floor, plus the two n who both had bruises, and with her leg still in trendous pain, her anger grew even larger: "I’m tired, please leave this place."
The two n continued to stare at each other with cold faces, not moving, standing their ground without any intention to leave.
Seeing neither move, Scarlett Yates grew even angrier: "Are you going to leave or not?"
Matthew Saxon glanced at Maxwell Saxon, exuding a chilling aura, and sneered, "If anyone should leave, it should be him."
In this fight, Maxwell Saxon had also taken quite a few punches. His handso face was bruised, but he acted as if he felt no pain, with an indifferent expression. Slowly, he took a handkerchief from his suit pocket and elegantly wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.
After thoroughly cleaning the blood from his lips, he finally raised his eyes, looked at Scarlett Yates, and calmly said, "Matthew, it seems you haven’t figured out the situation yet. The person least qualified to stay here is you."
He smiled, casually pulled off the botherso tie from his chest, undid two of the shirt buttons, looked at Matthew Saxon’s enraged eyes, and smiled, "If it weren’t for you, Scarlett wouldn’t have been in danger tonight. Luckily, I was worried and kept following her. Do you know how severe the consequences could have been otherwise?"
"You nearly let her get bullied by a group of scum, and you still have the nerve to co looking for her?"
"She was bullied?" Matthew Saxon was stunned, frowning.
Maxwell Saxon smiled and slowly said, "Didn’t you see how swollen her foot is?"
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