Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 839: Miss Yates, Don’t Belittle Yourself

The promises he made to her were always in her heart.

He said he would hold a grand wedding for her, and she waited for him.

After Scarlett Yates finished speaking, she stuffed another piece of pastry into her mouth.

The freshly baked cheese cake was soft and aromatic, incredibly delicious.

Uncle Thompson looked at her, speechless.

Although her words made sense, wasn’t she taking it too lightly? Was she so sure that the Young Master liked her and wouldn’t hurt her, that she was so indifferent?

Uncle Thompson thought that a woman like Scarlett Yates was very unfeeling, extremely unfeeling indeed.

A woman who was at the jewelry store just last night to buy a wedding ring, and her fiancé was kidnapped, yet she could still eat her breakfast unaffected.

She seemed not to care at all about Matthew Saxon’s safety, yet she could go ring shopping with a man she didn’t care about.

Reaching the stage of picking out a wedding ring indicated she planned to marry Matthew Saxon.

She didn’t love Matthew Saxon, yet she was willing to marry him, wasn’t it just for the position of the Young Madam?

Such a vain, materialistic woman—what could the Young Master possibly see in her?

This kind of woman was unreliable and could betray the other party in an instant for her own gain.

If the Young Master really got together with her, would he be safe?

If she could find a man more beneficial to her than the Young Master, wouldn’t she betray the Young Master and leave him at once?

The more Uncle Thompson thought about it, the more he couldn’t stand Scarlett Yates, and couldn’t help but sarcastically say, "Miss Yates is very optimistic and calm, I just don’t know if this optimism is natural or if it’s because the Young Master has some feelings for you, so you’ve felt you could rest easy?"

Scarlett Yates swallowed the pastry in her mouth and looked up.

"Then, Uncle Thompson, what do you think would be a reasonable reaction for me? Should I burst into tears, or make a big scene? If either of those would help, I wouldn’t mind giving it a try."

"Miss Yates, don’t sell yourself short," Uncle Thompson said half-mocking and half-truthful, "Right now, the Young Master still has some interest in you. If you really made a fuss, maybe it would actually work."

If this were another woman, no matter how much she cried or complained, it wouldn’t help, and would only earn the Young Master’s dislike.

But if it were someone the Young Master liked, he would care even if a single tear fell.

If the Young Master weren’t especially serious once he fell for someone, he wouldn’t have so many worries.

"Thank you for the reminder, Uncle Thompson. If necessary, I’ll try it," Scarlett Yates blinked, wiped her mouth, and sincerely thanked him.

This undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, causing the flames of anger in Uncle Thompson’s eyes to surge.

"You..."

He was about to reprimand, but then footsteps were heard approaching from outside.

Immediately following, the voices of the maids greeted one after another.

"Good morning, Young Master."

"Good morning, Young Master."

Maxwell Saxon had arrived.

Scarlett Yates’s eyes flickered slightly, and she put down the knife and fork in her hand.

The words of reprimand stuck in Uncle Thompson’s mouth, and as he listened to the approaching footsteps, he had to suppress his anger and dissatisfaction.

Just as he turned around, he saw Maxwell Saxon walking in from outside.

"Young Master." Uncle Thompson was always very respectful in front of Maxwell Saxon, and upon seeing him, stood up straight, his legs pressed tightly together and stretched upright.

Maxwell Saxon nodded and walked towards the dining table.