Matthew Saxon's face, which revealed none of his emotions, suddenly lit up with a meaningful smile. He was silent for a moment, then looked at George with an equally meaningful gaze and said slowly, "George, this is the first time you've lost your temper at me over a woman by my side."
"Why?"
"Young Master..."
"This kind of thing has happened before, why couldn't you hold back this time?"
"Young Master, I just..."
"George, when did this happen?" Matthew Saxon's eyes seemed to see through everything. With just a few glances at George, he saw George's expression gradually change.
His expression became strange, as if he was nervous and uneasy, whispering, "Young Master, what are you talking about?"
Matthew Saxon had a faint smile at the corner of his lips and stared at him for a long time, a strange color flashed in his slender eyes as he blandly said, "I told you, I will handle this matter. Do your part, and don't worry about other things."
