Will the Aloof Billi Chapter 930: He Never Thought He Would Lose

Chapter 930: Chapter 930: He Never Thought He Would Lose

Thinking of this, Maxwell Saxon’s face, which had just returned to normal, darkened slightly again.

And then that phone call ca to mind, and at this mont, a very strong idea suddenly erged in his mind.

This thought was almost about to swallow his entire rationality, just a little more, and he would be driven by this idea to do sothing quite terrible.

When this bad thought flashed through his mind, his gaze beca increasingly somber. His deep and dark eyes stared steadily at her, and a trace of an inexplicable fire surged from the depths of his eyes, making his eyes shine as if they were the eyes of a wolf at night, emitting a frightening glow.

Scarlett Yates was startled and unconsciously took a step back. Being stared at so strangely by him, the alarm in her heart imdiately went off: "What... are you looking at? Didn’t you say you had sothing urgent to do and had to leave imdiately? Let’s go."

As she said this, there was a hint of wariness in her eyes, and the way she stepped back further indicated that she was indeed guarded against him.

Seeing the unease and confusion in her eyes, Maxwell Saxon realized he had scared her.

The thought that just erged was imdiately snuffed out, and he withdrew the unsettling look in his eyes. His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched tightly, with veins bulging on the back of his hand. He took a deep breath, calming down slowly, and turned around, saying: "Let’s go. I’ll take you ho first."

The mont he turned around, Scarlett Yates secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Being stared at with such a strange look earlier made her uneasy and tense, but fortunately, he quickly returned to normal.

"Actually, I can go back on my own. You have urgent matters, don’t worry about , so you don’t waste your ti."

Scarlett Yates followed behind him, speaking softly.

"It’s not urgent for a mont," Maxwell Saxon, hearing her words, felt a flare of anger, and repeated with an irrefutable tone, "I’ll take you ho first, and then I’ll go to the airport."

Was she really so eager to be separated from him, wishing he would disappear imdiately?

Even Scarlett Yates, being slow, could hear the discontent in his low tone. If she refused again, it would backfire. Thinking it over, she nodded and said: "Okay."

The snow on the ground was very thick.

Stepping down, both legs sunk deep into the snow.

The tall boots Scarlett Yates wore sank halfway into the snow, leaving a deep footprint on the ground.

The two walked one after the other, neither speaking again, only the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow could be heard.

Maxwell Saxon took a few steps and, seeing she hadn’t caught up, stopped to wait for her.

Behind him, her bright red ski outfit was particularly eye-catching amidst the vast whiteness of the snow.

Maxwell Saxon stared blankly at her.

When he was doing that thing, he was full of confidence deep down.

He never thought he would lose.

He was extrely confident, certain that he would get what he wanted.

He knew that his seemingly frivolous and flirtatious brother was not truly vulnerable; he knew Matthew Saxon actually had so skills, but he didn’t take him too seriously.

The entire situation in Seymour was almost under his control, and he was just waiting to take care of the other three shareholders to gain everyone’s support.

In fact, he had already solved this difficult problem.

Those three old subordinates of Roy Saxon certainly wouldn’t support him willingly; they had been stalling for ti, waiting for Matthew Saxon to appear.