"In a battle, the victor is king while the defeated are outlaws. The process and the means of achieving success are insignificant. As long as the result is what I desire, that's all that matters."
"Scarlett, I'm calling you, not to argue, but just to remind you that it's time to come back with me. The reason I returned to Z City was to pick you up." His tone was resolute and determined. His voice, full of magnetic charm, carried a hint of arrogance, as if he was certain she wouldn't refuse.
Scarlett Yates erupted in anger: "Maxwell Saxon, damn you, you old sly devil. You can forget about me coming back with you."
She had never spoken such vulgar words to Maxwell Saxon.
She hadn't used such foul language with anyone else.
But at this moment, it seemed only cursing could vent the rage in her heart.
"Scarlett, you're swearing." Maxwell Saxon seemed a bit displeased, his voice darkened.
