Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 322 Are You Jealous of Your Big Brother?

"Give it to me?" Matthew Saxon chuckled, his expression indifferent as he said, "How could he really trust me to handle it."

"He acknowledges our brother’s capabilities, yet he’s afraid to hand the company over to him. Scarlett, don’t you think this is quite the interesting situation?" Matthew finished speaking and then chuckled to himself.

Scarlett Yates, however, couldn’t find it funny.

Mentioning Maxwell Saxon reminded her that he had once killed someone.

The shock that this incident brought her wasn’t something that could be easily articulated.

She could no longer see Maxwell Saxon the way she used to.

She had even started to fear encountering this man.

Unconsciously, she moved closer to Matthew Saxon, as if doing so made her feel safer.

It’s really amusing.

She was actually seeking a sense of security from someone most unreliable.

In the hotel’s café, Maxwell Saxon sat alone by the window. Despite the café not being empty, and although he had his back to the room, Scarlett immediately spotted him.

Without a doubt, he was outstanding; there was something very appealing about him that quickly set him apart from everyone else.

A few women sitting nearby were quietly glancing at him, their faces flushed and their eyes aglow.

The Saxon brothers both had ample appeal when it came to attracting women.

"See, isn’t my brother very charismatic? Just sitting there without doing anything, he can attract a bunch of women’s attention," Matthew Saxon’s lips curled into a sly smile, as if praising Maxwell Saxon.

But Scarlett felt that this praise was insincere, more like sarcasm.

"Second Young Master sounds rather sour; could it be that you’re jealous your brother attracts more women than you do?"

"Oh? Is that how you think?"

Matthew laughed, turning to look at her with that inscrutable smile, his lips curving as he said, "Scarlett, do you also find my brother very charismatic?"

She didn’t know why he suddenly asked this question.

Though Scarlett was a bit afraid of Maxwell Saxon, she honestly replied, "Ignoring other factors, he is indeed an excellent and charismatic man, don’t you think?"

Matthew raised his lips noncommittally, seeming to agree but also appearing somewhat aloof.

Their conversation ceased there.

"Brother, I’m really sorry for keeping you waiting."

The seat was a soft sofa.

Matthew Saxon sprawled out on it casually, his words of apology not matched by any sign of actual remorse.

When the server came, he ordered a cup of South Hill coffee for himself and, taking the initiative, also ordered a cappuccino for Scarlett.

"I just arrived a moment ago as well." Maxwell Saxon, eternally calm, appeared unfazed even if the sky were falling, his lips held a faint smile, his face showing no sign of annoyance.

Though it was clear Matthew Saxon deliberately delayed his time, he remained cool and collected.

This ability to remain serene and composed, not revealing emotions, was rare for someone his age.

"I always knew that my brother would eventually join us. The person Dad trusts most continues to be my brother." Matthew’s body leaned back as he lazed about.

In Maxwell Saxon’s presence, Matthew had always behaved in a slouchy, untidy manner, appearing careless.

Maxwell Saxon, far from surprised, didn’t even raise an eyebrow, smiling lightly as he said, "I’m just assisting from the sidelines. You are the one who makes the final decisions."