Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 231: Don’t Always Talk About Death

However, even she could understand this, so as the person involved, Matthew Saxon should be even more aware.

But why does he insist on opposing Roy Saxon?

Roy hopes that he can truly focus on Seymour, to genuinely shoulder the responsibilities of the Seymour Consortium President, yet he insists on being hands-off, doing nothing at all.

It’s actually Maxwell Saxon, who is diligent, with all his heart devoted to Seymour, yet always remains beneath Matthew Saxon.

"You’re really generous, huh? The kingdom your father painstakingly built, and you want to hand it over to the Dentons?" Ian Douglas seemed quite infuriated by his demeanor, his face suddenly darkening.

Matthew Saxon casually chuckled, his expression relaxed, caring little, "Grandpa, you’ve got it wrong. Big brother is also Dad’s biological son; he bears the Saxon name, not Denton. How could it be handing it over to the Dentons?"

Ian Douglas was furious to the point of laughing, "Such a Saxon, not Denton — I guess I’ll be angered to death by you, you little rascal, sooner or later."

The angrier Ian Douglas got, the more Matthew Saxon laughed carelessly, "Grandpa is still young, he has decades more to live, don’t keep talking about dying. Why curse yourself like that?"

Probably too angry to speak, Ian Douglas glared fiercely at Matthew Saxon, his lips moved, but he couldn’t utter a single word.

Scarlett Yates felt deep empathy for Ian Douglas again.

Having a grandson like Matthew Saxon, truly a bitter fate; might be angered to death unexpectedly.

"After saying so much, Grandpa must be thirsty."

Matthew Saxon continued to laugh heartlessly, summoning a young maid who was secretly peeking at him, her face red like a tomato, he wickedly smiled at her, his Peach Blossom Eyes sending random electric signals, bewitching her.

Even when silent with no expression, thanks to his Peach Blossom Eyes, it always seemed like he was sending electric signals, making people blush and their hearts race, their hearts skipping a beat. Not to mention, intentionally flaunting his charms.

The young maid couldn’t withstand his seductive glance; upon meeting his gaze, she was completely melted.

She stared blankly at Matthew Saxon, her heart fluttering chaotically, her lips trembling, speaking in a quavering voice, "Young Master Matthew, do you, do you have any orders?"

Matthew Saxon slightly smirked, "Why are you shaking? Am I that scary?"

"No, no, not at all. Young Master Matthew, you’re, you’re very handsome." The maid’s face turned even redder, her breath accelerating, utterly bewildered by his teasing.

After saying this, her scattered gaze unintentionally landed on Scarlett Yates. She froze for a moment, seemingly snapped back to her senses, her expression changed, and she quickly bowed her head.

"Miss Yates, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..." the maid hurriedly explained, afraid Scarlett Yates would be jealous and angry.

Scarlett Yates secretly despised Matthew Saxon.

This shameless big flirt is sending random electric signals again, turning the young girl’s world upside down.

The young maid explained a few more words, feeling her explanation was too inadequate, fearing disbelief, her eyes turning red with anxiety.

Seeing her pitiful demeanor, Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but glare at Matthew Saxon twice.

Matthew Saxon met her disdainful gaze with composure, not feeling ashamed at all, indeed shamelessly raising his eyebrows, appearing quite proud.

He looked at Scarlett Yates and said to the pitiful young maid, "Miss Yates is kind-hearted, tolerant and generous, she won’t blame you for no reason. Quickly go pour Mr. Saxon a cup of tea to moisten his throat."