Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?

Chapter 896: Yes, I Love Her

There is indeed blood dripping onto the rose petals, bright red blood condensing into beads on the petals."Young Master, your hand..." Uncle Thompson looked at Maxwell Saxon’s palm, cut by the porcelain shard, in astonishment.

The porcelain shard cut rather deeply, creating a long gash from the forefinger to the little finger.

His palm was covered in blood.

Blood seeped through his fingers like beads on a broken string, falling one by one.

Maxwell Saxon’s emotions, long suppressed, finally erupted.

His eyes showed a fierce glint, a terrifying storm brewed in his gaze, and the moment his expression turned grim, his facial expression was terrifyingly predatory.

Bloody hand gripping Uncle Thompson’s collar, he said murderously, "Where is she? I’m asking for the last time, where is she?"

The sound of grinding teeth had just fallen, when Uncle Thompson felt something very cold pressing against his forehead.

Uncle Thompson looked up in disbelief.

Maxwell Saxon’s eyes were blood-red, his expression terrifying, like Satan in the dark night, his eyes filled with killing intent: "Uncle Thompson, tell me, where have you and Mom hidden her? Don’t push me, I can lose everything else, but I can’t lose her. Do you understand what I mean?"

Uncle Thompson had never imagined Maxwell Saxon would point a gun at him, had never thought of it at all.

In his view, it was simply impossible.

His Young Master would do this to anyone, but never to him.

Yet now, the cold object pressing against his head was indeed a black gun, and the person aiming the gun at him was Maxwell Saxon.

His Young Master had seemingly lost his mind over a woman.

Listen to what he just said?

He said he could lose anything else but not Scarlett Yates.

When did that woman with the surname Yates come to occupy such an important place in his heart?

Uncle Thompson felt waves of sorrow and disappointment.

He looked at Maxwell Saxon with a sorrowful and disappointed gaze, bitterly smiling: "Young Master, even if having her would make you lose everything you currently have, would you still not care?"

Maxwell Saxon’s answer was without hesitation.

"Yes, she is more important."

"Young Master, have you fallen in love with her?"

"Yes, I love her."

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Fort City.

Outside a lingerie store.

Henry Dales stood outside, blushing.

"Sir, are you here to buy lingerie?" The store clerk came over, paused when she saw Henry Dales, and couldn’t help but stare at him a few more times.

It’s not like she hadn’t seen handsome men before.

But this man was just too good-looking, every feature exquisitely crafted.

Standing outside the lingerie store, blushing and shy, he looked absolutely stunning.

"Uh, I’ll just have a look first."

This was Henry Dales’ first time visiting a women’s lingerie store.

It felt... very strange.

"Alright, sir, feel free to browse. If you need any assistance, I’ll be happy to help you."

A big man coming to a women’s lingerie store, he must be buying lingerie for his girlfriend or wife, right?

The store clerk felt a little bit disappointed.

Such a handsome man, yet already spoken for, what a pity.

The moment Henry Dales stepped into the lingerie store, several eyes turned to him simultaneously.

At this moment, there were two or three customers inside, of course, all female customers.

Henry Dales’ appearance immediately attracted the attention of all the female customers.