A trace of disgust flashed across Shannon's eyes. He would always only think of her in that manner.
"I may need many things, but the one thing I don't need is you. Leave my place quickly. If reporters manage to take photos of you, I'm afraid your wedding with the only daughter of the Yards will be delayed. You don't want to be playing with fire." Shannon pulled out a chair and sat down, the disgust on her face making Max's heart burn with anger.
This woman didn't listen to him again.
"Don't blame me for not warning you. If you want to stay in this city, you'd better listen to me obediently." Max's tone was extremely cold and threatening.
Shannon smirked coldly. Did he think that she would be afraid?
"Will you kill me if I don't listen to you? Or will you kill Matthew? Let me think, you definitely won't touch Matthew. After all, he's your nephew. You'll probably use money or force to make him leave me, right?" Shannon stood up and met his cold gaze.
