Chapter 1316: She’ll Soon Become Your Sister-in-Law

Her mind was full of questions, but in such a setting, she couldn’t ask anything. She just stared at him in disbelief, feeling like she was dreaming, with a sense of unreality. She blinked several times, but he still didn’t disappear.

This state of utter shock, where her mind went blank, lasted until Maxwell Saxon’s possessive arm circled her waist even tighter, and she finally snapped back to reality.

Instinctively, she wanted to put some distance between herself and Maxwell Saxon.

But the other party seemed to have anticipated her move; the arm around her waist was as tight as a snake coiling tighter, leaving her no chance to break free.

Scarlett Yates was getting anxious.

She saw the disdain and loathing in Matthew Saxon’s sarcastic smile.

A woman who went to the hospital in the daytime to care for him, to show him how much she cared, in the blink of an eye, was held in another man’s arms.

And this man was his older brother.

Anyone in Matthew Saxon’s position would think she was a fickle, capricious woman, wouldn’t they?

She told him they were already married, but now she was entangled with his older brother.

What man could tolerate his wife being entangled with his older brother?

Even if Matthew Saxon didn’t love her, he could not tolerate such a thing; his pride and dignity couldn’t allow it.

In his state of amnesia, in his condition of forgetting many things, it was impossible for him to believe she had other reasons.

She wanted to explain to him immediately, to tell him that everything was not as he thought, but could she do that now?

Scarlett Yates quickly realized this must have been arranged by Maxwell Saxon to make Matthew misunderstand her, right?

This banquet turned out to be a trap set by Maxwell Saxon, and both she and Matthew were being played like fools by him.

Scarlett Yates was furious, so angry she wanted to slap Maxwell Saxon’s dignified face hard; at this moment, she felt it was the only way to vent her anger.

This despicable, shameless, insidious, and cunning man, how could he be so vile?

"Matthew, come, let me officially introduce you," Maxwell Saxon said, pulling her forward, a smile tugging at his lips, "This is my fiancée, Scarlett Yates, the daughter of the Yates Clan chairman. Soon, she will become your sister-in-law."

Saying this, he turned, looking tenderly at Scarlett Yates, and said softly, "Scarlett, my brother Matthew, you must be familiar with him, right? He’s been appearing in the news every other day."

"Fiancée?" Matthew Saxon’s mocking gaze once again fell on Scarlett Yates, a chill emanating from his eyes. He pursed his lips, and sneered coldly, "Miss Yates, are you really my brother’s fiancée?"

At this moment, Scarlett Yates really wanted to faint.

How should she respond? How could she respond?

If she admitted it, she’d be misunderstood by Matthew Saxon. If she denied it, Maxwell Saxon could turn hostile at any moment.

Her complexion was awful; under the light, her face was as pale as if it had been dusted with powder. She bit her lip, released it, then bit down hard again, her hand at her side clenching tightly.

Even those around them, no matter how slow, could sense something was off.

In fact, some had long noticed something amiss but just didn’t say anything outright.

Matthew Saxon was in the news every other day, and during that period, Scarlett Yates was also frequently featured alongside him.

Although Scarlett Yates wasn’t exactly a stunning beauty, once she was labeled as "the woman of the Saxon Family’s second young master," others would pay more attention to her, and they’d have a vague impression of her overall appearance.