She had seen this kind of look in Matthew Saxon before; it was the kind of look a man shows only when he desires a woman.
Scarlett Yates felt alarm bells ring violently in her heart and shouted, "Help!"
She never imagined that one day she would be calling for help because of Maxwell Saxon.
Several times she had been in this sort of predicament, and ultimately, Maxwell Saxon had rescued her.
Back then, he was like a godsend, saving her from danger.
Back then, in her mind, he was like a savior.
But now, this man who had saved her many times was about to do something no different from those beasts.
This time, who could possibly pull her from the jaws of danger?
Scarlett Yates screamed at the top of her lungs, "Help! Help!"
Maxwell Saxon was completely indifferent; even as she screamed for help, he didn't reach out to cover her mouth, seemingly not worried at all that anyone would hear her cries.
His fearless arrogance made Scarlett Yates increasingly terrified.
