Scarlett Yates furrowed her brows even tighter, glaring at him: "I don't know what else Young Master Saxon wants, but if there's something, hurry up and say it. Once you're done, let me leave. I'm really, really tired."
Her face was full of impatience and her eyes were filled with anger. Her hands were clenched tightly, as if she wished she could punch him right in the face.
She was in a bad mood now, so any extreme behavior wouldn't surprise Maxwell Saxon.
In fact, if she remained calm all the time, that would be unusual.
