"What's wrong with it?" Scarlett Yates smiled faintly and retorted, "Since we broke up, there's no need for us to interact anymore unless necessary. It's no different from being strangers."
"Is that how you think?" He gritted his teeth and sneered coldly.
"Isn't that how the Young Master thinks?" If there's no hope, then don't leave any trace of hope.
Matthew Saxon just sneered coldly at her, not saying anything.
He opened the car door with a stern face and commanded her, "Get in the car."
Scarlett Yates remained motionless, "I don't need you to drive me."
"You're not in charge."
Matthew Saxon got angry, his eyebrows furrowed, his gaze chilled, and he simply lifted her up, throwing her into the car amidst her struggles and curses.
With a bang, he shut the car door tightly.
After getting in the car, before Scarlett Yates could sit up, he locked all the doors.
