May Denton could no longer maintain her composure; her face turned extremely ugly, and her hand holding the soup spoon trembled with anger.
Matthew Saxon's hidden sarcasm, how could she not understand it?
He was talking about Alexis Denton's matter.
This veiled mockery was like several hard slaps to her face, igniting her fury.
"Matthew Saxon, you…" She slammed the table, her beautiful face filled with anger, making her whole demeanor sharp, her long, enchanting eyes shot cold, fierce stares like daggers as if wishing to pierce Matthew Saxon with countless wounds.
But she couldn't say the words that followed.
Because Roy Saxon's gaze was even harsher as he looked at her, frowning and scolding: "May, what's going on with you?"
May Denton's rage instantly deflated.
All these years, deep down, she still had some fear of Roy Saxon.
This man was her husband, but he was also the person she carefully served and flattered.
