Chapter 1357: Your Phone Is Under My Supervision
"Even if I go find another woman, you wouldn’t mind?" A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Scarlett Yates replied indifferently, "What if I do mind, you wouldn’t listen to me anyway."
Her attitude seemed like she was really disappointed in him, really ready to just let go.
Sometimes, people truly have that masochistic streak in their bones.
Now that Scarlett Yates had put up a front of indifference, as if she didn’t care at all, Matthew Saxon felt uneasy.
He didn’t want to be controlled by her, but when she actually let go, he didn’t feel as good as he had expected.
He felt like he should say something.
This situation shouldn’t have developed this way.
This wasn’t the outcome he wanted.
How could he truly allow her to flirt with another man and remain indifferent?
"Scarlett Yates, from now on, whether it’s the Yates Family or Maxwell Saxon, you are not allowed to have any communication with them." He deliberated for a moment and finally came up with an appropriate and legitimate reason, "Otherwise, I’ll consider it as you colluding with them."
He spoke very clearly, each word floating into her ears.
Scarlett Yates withdrew her gaze from the car window, turned around, stared at him for a few seconds, and then smiled slightly, "Alright, no problem."
She agreed readily.
But Matthew Saxon still felt unhappy, pursed his lips, extended his hand in front of her, and demanded confidently, "Hand it over."
"What?"
He eyed the bag where she kept her phone, "From now on, I will be supervising your phone."
Scarlett Yates continued to stare at him, unmoved, "Why?"
"Because you are Noah Yates’ daughter, and Noah Yates is cooperating with Maxwell Saxon, is that reason enough?"
Scarlett Yates showed a sarcastic expression, saying nothing, just continued to stare at Matthew Saxon.
As she kept looking, Matthew Saxon started feeling a bit guilty.
The reason he wanted to confiscate Scarlett’s phone was clearly not the one he had just given; he knew best why he was doing it.
Feeling ashamed and angry under her gaze, he furrowed his brow and said harshly, "What, are you hiding something and afraid to hand it over?"
"There’s nothing to be afraid of."
Scarlett Yates took out her phone, removed the SIM card inside, and held out the tiny chip to him, "Here’s the SIM card. You can check any information you want."
He had asked for it, but when Scarlett handed him the SIM card, Matthew Saxon suddenly felt his actions seemed a bit childish.
He used to most despise women who secretly spied on his every message and whereabouts.
And now, he was doing the same thing.
Only he had dressed it up with a grandiose excuse.
He snatched the SIM card from her hand, turned his head away, his voice icy, "Of course I’ll investigate. If I find anything suspicious, don’t blame me for being ruthless."
Ruthless...
Scarlett Yates sighed softly in her heart. In his current state, how much better could he be?
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Saxon Mansion.
The car slowly stopped in front of a heavy ornate copper door.
Moments later, the entire Saxon family household was like a pot boiling over; the Young Master who the media had declared dead had returned, and accompanying him was the Young Madam.
Someone immediately informed Ian Douglas.
When the call was made to Seymour, Ian Douglas was still in a meeting.