"Scarlett, do you think I should find someone to take him out? Uncle Spencer would be perfect. He knows a lot of people, has wide connections, can surely find a suitable hitman to complete this task beautifully."
A chill ran down Scarlett Yates' spine. She couldn't tell if he was being sincere or joking, but just hearing the word "hitman" was enough to terrify her.
She took a deep breath, unable to clear her thoughts, and immediately denied the idea: "No, Matthew Saxon, you can't do such things, it's illegal!"
Debts should be repaid, life for a life; this, he knew better than she did.
Matthew Saxon chuckled behind her, laughing for a while before returning to his cold, indifferent tone, dismissively saying, "It's not me who will be doing the killing. When the time comes, someone will naturally pay for his life. Nowadays, money can make the world go round; if you pay enough, there are always people willing to risk their lives."
