"Do you know what this means? It means that she actually has feelings for me too. If it weren't for you, we would definitely be together. Matthew Saxon, I really regret not getting rid of you sooner."
"Shut up!" Matthew Saxon's face turned ashen, darker than ever, his eyes filled with menace. He bypassed the table, raised his fist, and swung it at Maxwell Saxon.
Maxwell Saxon did not dodge.
The punch landed on his face, causing it to turn to one side.
Blood immediately flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he slowly turned his head, parted his bloodied lips, and smiled at Matthew Saxon, "Flustered now? Is it because you know that what I'm saying is the truth?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Matthew Saxon swung another fist.
"Maxwell Saxon, Scarlett Yates is my woman. Don't ever dream of getting her in your lifetime, because you'll never have any chance."
