She couldn't help but retort angrily, "I will be with whomever I want, who are you to interfere? Matthew Saxon, I've never meddled in your affairs and in the future, please stay out of mine. If you don't let me go soon, your brother will come looking for me."
In a fury, he tightened his grip on her jaw, pursed his lips, and his gaze was as sharp as an icy blade. A terrifying growl emerged from his throat, "You really are with Maxwell Saxon?"
The way she spoke was practically the same as directly admitting it.
She didn't deny it, did she?
Only at this moment did Matthew Saxon's anger truly erupt. His hand on her shoulder intensified, wishing he could crush her bones inch by inch.
He began to hate her.
How could she be so cruel?
