Maxwell Saxon curled his lips: "Because I discovered that after you learned about this matter, you beca very repulsive towards and the Saxon Family. If I don’t tell you the real truth, I will never have a chance to pursue you."
He actually brought the topic back around.
Scarlett Yates’s expression changed slightly, frowning: "Maxwell Saxon, did you even understand what I said? Regardless of whether my parents’ deaths are related to your Saxon Family, I could never accept you."
"Don’t speak too soon." He curled his lips again, appearing full of confidence, "Scarlett, don’t dismiss too early. I believe that sincerity can overco all obstacles, and one day, you will change your mind."
She really couldn’t understand where he got his confidence from.
Did he really think every man in the Saxon Family was a heartthrob?
She’d already disgracefully fallen for one jerk from the Saxon Family; she couldn’t possibly fall for another one.
On the surface, he seed upright, with no scandals over the years, devoting his ti and energy to work, appearing to be a reliable man.
But Scarlett Yates knew well that he was no better than Matthew.
One was openly bad, the other secretly malicious.
By comparison, a scheming man like Maxwell Saxon was even more terrifying.
Being with a man like that, you’d always have to guess his thoughts. Who knows how exhausting it would be?
"Think what you want." Seeing his persistent deanor, Scarlett Yates was fuming, gave a cold snort, and stopped arguing with him.
Whether he’s genuinely trying to pursue her is his business.
In any case, she’d already made up her mind to stay away from everyone in the Saxon Family, especially those two ill-intentioned brothers.
"Scarlett, I know you haven’t fully believed my words yet." Maxwell Saxon turned his head back slowly, started the car, and his voice drifted into her ears, "Regarding this matter, besides your parents and grandmother, there is soone else who knows, among your relatives. They live here in A City. I believe you know who I’m referring to."
Relatives?
Relatives living in A City, Scarlett Yates thought for a while and had her answer.
He’s talking about that aunt’s family she hadn’t seen for years, who, even if they were alive, seed to have disappeared without a trace?
"Back then, your aunt and your parents were quite close. They also know about these things."
Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly.
Regardless of whether what he said is true or not, even if her aunt’s family knew, she couldn’t ask them.
From the mont she was heartlessly turned away at the door, she no longer had a so-called aunt.
What difference does it make if they are close blood relatives? In their heartless monts, they’re no better than strangers.
At least strangers would have a little sympathy for her, but her own aunt only had rejection and disgust for her.
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Scarlett Yates’s mind was a ss.
The events of this night felt like a ludicrous, lodramatic TV saga.
Outside the neighborhood, after parking the car in the underground garage, Maxwell Saxon carried her out of the car.
"Which floor?" He asked her, looking down as they entered the elevator.
Scarlett Yates’s face was a bit red, her expression showing a mix of indignation and helplessness.
If it weren’t for her sprained ankle, she would never have accepted being carried by this man.
He was truly detestable.
Why did he have to tell her so many things she didn’t want to know?
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