Everyone dies sooner or later.
But was he really willing to just die like that?
Maxwell Saxon was too sly, too adept at calculating human hearts, and instantly seized his weakness.
As if they were linked by telepathy, just as he lowered his head, Scarlett Yates also lifted her tear-streaked eyes to look at him.
In her tear-filled eyes, there was a profound fear and anxiety. She clutched Matthew Saxon's arm tightly with one hand, gently shook her head at him, and bit her lips, whispering, "Matthew Saxon, I forbid you to die. What about Grandpa if you die, what about Uncle Saxon, what about me? If you dare to have thoughts of going down together, once you die, I'll immediately end myself too. I mean it."
She spoke earnestly, not at all as if she was joking with him.
Matthew Saxon was stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly smiled: "Do you like me that much, so much that you would die for love?"
