Bang.
The handbag slamd onto the table, making a loud noise.
"Hey, you, yes you."
After Scarlett Yates sat down, she pointed at the "culprit" opposite her, who was watching her, and asked coldly: "On the island, was it you who broke my head?"
The person was stunned for a mont, looked at her for a few seconds, and then nodded without any expression.
Scarlett Yates sneered: "But what I saw was a woman."
"Miss Yates, you saw wrong. It was indeed who broke your head at that ti, not anyone else." The culprit’s expression was calm, eting her angry gaze without any guilt.
Who knows how many benefits Maxwell Saxon gave this person to make him willing to take the bla for soone else.
"But I’ve seen that person, and she doesn’t look like you."
The culprit actually smiled at her and said calmly: "Miss Yates, I already confessed, why are you trying to exonerate ? When I attacked you, you had your back to and didn’t turn around before I knocked you out, so how could you possibly have seen what I look like?"
"Although I don’t understand why Miss Yates is saying these things, I’ve admitted to the cri I committed. Whatever Miss Yates says further is aningless."
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Leaving the police station, Scarlett Yates was already dizzy with anger.
The man insisted he was the culprit, refusing to change his story no matter what she said.
Behind her, Maxwell Saxon’s gentle voice softly sounded: "Miss Yates hasn’t had lunch yet, right? How about together?"
"No need, I’ll eat at the cafeteria myself." Scarlett Yates rejected him with a cold face, dashed to the roadside in a few steps, and hailed a taxi.
"Miss Yates, let take you back." Maxwell Saxon walked to her side, saw she had hailed a taxi, smiled with a curve to his lips, as if watching a child having a tantrum.
Scarlett Yates turned her head, looked at him coldly, her tone very indifferent: "No need, Young Master is busy with a million things, your ti is money, I wouldn’t dare delay you."
Maxwell Saxon seed a bit surprised, "Miss Yates seems quite angry, did I unknowingly offend you sowhere?"
Acting, keep acting.
Scarlett Yates looked coldly at the hypocritical man in front of her, pressed her lips, and let out a mocking smile: "Young Master took a knife for , then found the culprit who hurt , Young Master has helped so much, I should be thanking you very much, how could you offend ."
"Then why does Miss Yates..." Maxwell Saxon glanced at the taxi parked beside them, raising his eyebrows in confusion.
As far as acting skills go, the Saxon family’s two brothers are equally matched, acting so well that no flaws can be picked.
Looking at the innocent-appearing "accomplice" before her, Scarlett Yates said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes: "Young Master, don’t think too much, I just don’t want to trouble you, the hospital is not far from here, taking a taxi is also quite convenient, so there’s no need to trouble you to take back."
"Young Master has helped so much, I will properly thank you so other day when I’m free."
"Is Miss Yates really sure she doesn’t need to take her?" Seeing she insisted on taking a taxi back, Maxwell Saxon seed unwilling to push further, he stepped forward and very gentlemanly opened the back door for Scarlett Yates, turned his head, and said to her with politeness: "Then I won’t force you, get in the car."
Ugh, despicable, hypocritical, phony!
She finally completely believed Matthew Saxon’s words.
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