After speaking, Emmy Thompson threw the cup to the ground with force, smashing it to pieces, then slowly raised her head, her gaze cold as she said, "What I, Emmy Thompson, want, nobody can take away. If you know what's good for you, you'd best withdraw voluntarily."
After leaving a few bitter warnings, Emmy turned to head back to her room.
"I'm rather curious about your methods, Miss Thompson."
At the instant Emmy turned, the half-open door of Scarlett Yates's bedroom was pushed open, and Matthew Saxon walked out with a faint smile at the corner of his lips and an indifferent expression.
"M-M-Master Saxon." Emmy stared dumbfounded at Matthew Saxon walking toward her, almost stepping on the glass shards on the floor.
How, how could he be here?
"Miss Thompson spoke those words with quite a commanding presence. Could you repeat them in my presence?"
Emmy could never have imagined that Matthew Saxon would be there.
