While Scarlett Yates was hesitating, she heard a familiar voice coming from the phone.
A familiar voice that made her eyes heat up and want to cry as soon as she heard it.
A husky, sexy voice came through the receiver, even filled with fatigue, it still carried an irresistible allure, and softly called her name: "Scarlett Yates, is that you?"
It was Matthew Saxon…
How long had it been since she last heard his voice?
Scarlett realized that she didn't cry when she found out Uncle Thompson kidnapped her here, nor when he pointed a gun at her head, but when she heard Matthew Saxon's voice, her eyes turned red suddenly.
She pressed her lips together, choking with emotion, "It's me, Matthew Saxon, it's me."
She didn't want to cry, especially at this moment. The more she appeared vulnerable, the more it would please Uncle Thompson, but she simply couldn't control it.
