Maxwell Saxon showed a hint of surprise in his eyes: "You want to let her go?"
"Yes, Young Master, could you not hold her accountable? Or if you have to, can she avoid prison ti?" Scarlett Yates pleaded with him, her eyes full of imploring.
Maxwell Saxon seed as if he couldn’t understand her, remained silent for a mont, then frowned, "Have you considered that if I hadn’t been there, and she had stabbed you in the chest, you could have been in mortal danger?"
"I know."
"So why ask to let her go?"
"Let’s just say I owe her."
"What is this all about? Miss Yates, asking to release soone, you ought to explain the situation to ."
Scarlett hesitated for a mont and then told Maxwell Saxon the full story: "That’s about it."
Maxwell Saxon listened in silence, frowning slightly, as if pondering sothing. After a while, his deep and dark eyes fixed on Scarlett, and he said seriously, "Miss Yates, according to what you said, she attacked you out of hatred. Even if I let her go, that hatred will remain in her heart - she won’t be grateful to you."
"Her first failed attempt might leave her dissatisfied, and there could be a next ti. You’ll be in great danger; do you still want to release her?"
"If possible..."
"Miss Yates, being too soft-hearted isn’t necessarily a good thing. Although what Matthew did was sowhat excessive, it’s done and can’t be changed. If you still insist on releasing her, I will respect your opinion."
Scarlett thought seriously for a mont, then nodded, "Yes, please let her go this ti, Young Master."
Maxwell Saxon seed to have anticipated her response. He shook his head and gently sighed, "Alright, as per your wish."
"Thank you, Young Master."
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Twenty minutes later, the car stopped outside the police station.
Scarlett followed Maxwell Saxon, and two uniford police officers led them to a detention room.
The police were very courteous to Maxwell Saxon; one opened the door and respectfully gestured invitingly: "Mr. Saxon, please enter."
She was about to et the so-called assailant.
Scarlett took a deep breath and paused for a few seconds outside the door, then slowly walked in behind Maxwell Saxon.
At a long table, a person sat there, with a police officer standing on each side.
Upon hearing the door open and footsteps, the person suddenly looked up.
A very ordinary face, the kind with features so common that one wouldn’t look twice in a crowd; short hair, very thin, a pair of eyes lacking spirit briefly glanced at Maxwell Saxon and Scarlett, then slowly lowered again.
Is this the assailant?
Scarlett stood at the door, stunned, staring at the person.
She blinked, then widened her eyes a bit more, afraid she had seen incorrectly.
Indeed, the person was a man, a man she had never seen before.
"Miss Yates." Maxwell Saxon turned his head, his thin lips slightly curving, pointing at the person, "This is the assailant. He confessed to everything. If you have any questions, you may ask him now."
"He’s the assailant?" Scarlett incredulously drew back her surprised gaze from the man. After the shock, she quickly cald down, soon working out so things in her mind.
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