Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?
Chapter 92: To kill or to flay

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: To kill or to flay

He had seen plenty of women play hard to get in front of the Young Master, but just imagining it the other way around, with the Young Master doing it in front of a woman, felt bizarre to him.

No matter how much Olly talked it up, based on his understanding of the Young Master, the credibility was nearly zero.

But if Olly hadn’t really seen it happen, she wouldn’t dare make it up from thin air.

"You don’t believe me?" Olly, having gossiped with great enthusiasm, was furious at being doubted.

She glared and said, "I saw it with my own eyes, why would I lie to you about this! You’d better be smart and not disturb the Second Young Master and Miss Yates, or you’ll see how the Second Young Master deals with you if you ruin their good time."

With that, Olly walked off with a stern face.

After taking two steps, she turned back as if not assured and warned George again, "Don’t blame me for not warning you; whatever big issue you have, put it aside because the Second Young Master is in high spirits right now."

George pondered for a moment and then walked to Matthew Saxon’s room.

Should he knock, or shouldn’t he?

If Olly was right, and the Young Master was really in there with Scarlett Yates doing who knows what, wouldn’t he just be disrupting the Young Master’s good time?

Although the Young Master seemed to be very averse to Scarlett Yates on the surface, he was, after all, a normal man.

To be honest, Scarlett Yates had a good foundation, whether it was her looks or her figure; she was top-notch.

With such beauty and figure, a little touch-up could produce a stunning effect.

The women around the Young Master, while easy on the eyes, without makeup and dressed plainly, were no match for Scarlett Yates.

So, such things weren’t impossible to happen.

George’s hand was suspended in mid-air, then slowly came down, rose again, and came down again...

While he hesitated outside the door, inside the room, Scarlett Yates was facing inhuman "torment."

Scarlett Yates was thrown into the bathtub by him, glaring at him angrily, "Is the Second Young Master planning to silence me for good?"

Matthew Saxon sneered, looking down at her coldly, "To silence you, I don’t even need to do it myself."

At this moment, the situation had reversed.

She was once again in his grasp.

Scarlett Yates thought, since she had nothing to gain anyway, she might as well go for broke, and sarcastically said, "So what does the Second Young Master plan to do with me? You’re really something, bullying a weak woman, does it give you a sense of accomplishment?"

"A weak woman?" Matthew Saxon gave her a once-over and sneered, "Scarlett Yates, your shamelessness could use a bit more thickness."

Every woman he’d ever encountered was charming and gentle as water.

Except for her, she was the only exception, breaking his longtime perception.

Just now, she disregarded everything, using all her limbs and even her mouth, grabbing, kicking, biting, pulling—all sorts of moves until she looked like a madwoman, which stunned him.

The way she acted, not caring about her image at all, just to achieve her goal, was something he rarely saw in his social circle.

In the business world, no matter how sinister one’s intentions, they’d at least put on a pleasant facade.

Yet she just went for it, showcasing the so-called fierce wife’s side vividly.

"Second Young Master, what do you really want? Whether to kill or flog, just give it to me straight."

Scarlett Yates muttered under her breath, having the attitude of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, "Dragging it out like this, just like a woman."