Handing over the Seymour Consortium to someone like Matthew Saxon, isn't that just self-destructing the family business?
"You seem to have a lot of dissatisfaction with me?" Matthew Saxon lazily leaned against a tree, his sexy thin lips curved into a charming shallow smile under the shade.
Scarlett Yates frowned at him, after a moment of silence, she said seriously, "The things you just said to your brother, were those your true feelings?"
Matthew was stunned for a moment, his eyes slowly squinted like a dozing fox, his lips lightly tugged, "You don't believe me?"
Scarlett thought earnestly for a while, then shook her head, "Hmm, I don't believe it."
He was stunned again, a light laugh escaped from his throat, "Then tell me, what am I really thinking?"
Scarlett shook her head and met his deep gaze without hesitation, "I don't know either."
She just relied on an unscientific intuition.
This kind of behavior could also be called presumptuous.
