Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?
Chapter 63: I Have High Hopes for Your Potential

Chapter 63: Chapter 63: I Have High Hopes for Your Potential

Emmy Thompson, in order to smoothly visit the Saxon family home, spent three hours meticulously preparing herself, thinking that her outstanding appearance would catch Matthew Saxon’s attention. Little did she know, he didn’t even glance her way.

Her competitive nature made her unable to accept that she lost to a freshly graduated intern.

With a livid expression, she said, "Scarlett Yates has only been interning for a week; I’m afraid she can’t even handle a wound. How can Young Master Saxon trust his body to a rookie who knows nothing?"

Matthew Saxon’s eyes turned, as if he had just noticed someone was there, he looked at Emmy Thompson, evaluating her with an unclear expression, "Who are you?"

Emmy was taken aback, her expression becoming even worse.

The head nurse had repeatedly introduced her, promoting her, yet it was clear that Young Master Saxon hadn’t listened to a single word, treating her as invisible.

Emmy’s face turned from green to pale and then back to green again; her gaze was full of grievance and indignation as she bit her lip and said softly, "I’m Emmy Thompson from the nursing department. In terms of work ability, I’m much better than Scarlett Yates. Young Master Saxon holds a noble status, and hiring must be cautious. Scarlett can’t take good care of you."

What she said seemed very reasonable.

Scarlett Yates also thought it was quite reasonable. Most of her medical knowledge was theoretical, and her actual hands-on experience was minimal. If any unexpected situation arose, she truly couldn’t handle it.

If that happened, she wouldn’t be able to take responsibility.

Most importantly, she really didn’t want to spend time with Matthew Saxon at all.

Just as she was about to say a few words to help Emmy, her mouth barely opened when she heard Matthew Saxon’s lazy voice, drifting into her ears unhurriedly.

He said indifferently, "I don’t like women with too common names."

Scarlett watched Emmy’s face turn from green to red, her mouth twitching, suddenly feeling a sense of sympathetic pity for Emmy.

Matthew Saxon’s words were too harsh and merciless; a single sentence could make someone furious.

It’s incomprehensible how such a detestable man became the dream lover of countless young women and homemakers in A City.

It’s just because of his status as the Saxon family’s young master and charming looks that he manages to enchant so many women, leaving them dazzled and infatuated.

Emmy was deeply affected, her face continually changing colors, angrily wanting to say more, but the head nurse suddenly cleared her throat, stepping forward and sent a warning glance to stop Emmy.

The head nurse knew there was no room for maneuver and could only flatter with a forced smile. She held Scarlett’s hand, speaking earnestly, "Scarlett, since Young Master Saxon values you so much, you must do well. I have great confidence in your potential."

Under the head nurse’s hopeful and trusting gaze, Scarlett sheepishly smiled and nodded.

She couldn’t help but glance at Matthew Saxon, only to find him looking back at her. Their eyes met, and Matthew’s gaze was deep, with an ambiguous smile.

Sunshine blazed outside the window but Scarlett couldn’t help but shiver.

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The Saxon manor arrogantly occupied half of the mountain.

The carved bronze gates stood in the sunlight, imposing and solemn.

Scarlett leaned against the car window, staring intently, initially with curiosity, but her gaze turned to amazement as she watched.

To pass the time, Scarlett had watched many soap operas, where the handsome and wealthy male leads lived in mansions and drove sports cars.

But compared to the true aristocratic Saxon family, the scenes in those idol dramas seemed like child’s play.

The Lamborghini stopped in the garage, and before the driver could get out, the Saxon family’s butler, Uncle Smith, had already walked to the rear car door. After opening the car door, he stood respectfully to the side.