Scarlett Yates carefully nibbled the skin of the bun but still didn’t dare to take a full bite. She placed the bun in the bowl to cool for a while before taking a small nibble, then looked up at Maxwell Saxon: "Young Master, where is your hotown?"
Noticing her series of small actions, Maxwell Saxon’s expression changed slightly. After a few seconds of silence, he said softly, "Brookside."
"Brookside?" Scarlett was stunned for a mont, "My grandmother’s family is also in Brookside. I used to visit Brookside often when I was young."
"Oh?" Maxwell feigned a bit of surprise, raising his eyebrow, "Where does your grandmother live in Brookside?"
Of course, he knew Scarlett had spent ti in Brookside.
But he wouldn’t tell her that she was soone from his past.
If he said it outright, she wouldn’t believe it. She might even think he had so kind of sche.
What he was doing now was slowly guiding her, trying to help her rember sothing on her own.
Scarlett ntioned a place.
Maxwell curled his lips and raised his eyebrows again: "That’s really quite a coincidence. My family also lived on that street, right in a small building opposite your grandmother’s house."
"Is that so?" Scarlett showed a look of surprise on her face, looking at him with so skepticism.
She actually knew why Maxwell suddenly brought up these topics.
Although she kept denying it, he seed to have determined that she was the person from his childhood. Ever since he ntioned that soup dumpling shop, he had been trying to lead her into his mories.
"Wasn’t there an Aunt’s Rice Noodle shop downstairs at your grandmother’s place? The shopkeeper was a very plump woman, and everyone called her Sister-in-law Collins." Having lived in Brookside for over ten years, Matthew Saxon still rembered how many shops were on the street where the small building he lived in stood, the nas of each shop, and the characteristics of the shopkeepers.
Although he later moved to Z City and transford from an unremarkable ordinary person in a small town into a wealthy Young Master in the tropolis, he often reminisced about his life in Brookside.
In his heart, that economically underdeveloped small town was his true ho.
As for the Saxon Family...
He curled his lips, and the smile at the corner of his mouth beca sowhat thin.
Everyone thought Maxwell Saxon had reached the pinnacle of success, living a life of endless prosperity, but who knew that over all these years, his every move felt like walking on thin ice.
To win the trust and favor of his demanding father, he had to shape himself into an obedient and hardworking good son.
Oh, and he was also a good brother who could endlessly tolerate his brother’s various antics outside and laziness within.
No matter what troubleso things his brother did, he was forgiven by their dear father.
Even though Matthew Saxon spent his days indulging in pleasure, ignoring company affairs completely, he still held a higher position than him.
"Maxwell, I bear a lot of responsibility for Matthew becoming the way he is today. After his mother’s unexpected death, I was busy with the company and didn’t provide much comfort and guidance to him. He held a grudge in his heart because of this. So now, no matter what I say, he goes against . But one day, he will mature. As his elder brother, be more accommodating to him and don’t take things too seriously."
"Focus more on the company’s matters. Anyway, it doesn’t matter which of you brothers takes over the company in the future. As a family, there’s no need to draw too distinct a line."
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