She felt she hadn’t mistaken him, but she couldn’t believe that the eldest son of the Saxon Family would be sitting on the sa train as her, in the sa carriage, just across from her!
Was she really not dreaming?
"I am Maxwell Saxon, miss, is there anything I can help you with?" Although he just ntioned that most won didn’t leave much of an impression on him, Maxwell Saxon was always polite and well-mannered in front of others. After a slight smile, he looked at the girl gently.
The girl was taken aback, then turned to look at her companion.
Her companion was also stunned. The two of them stared at each other wide-eyed for a few seconds before letting out an excited scream.
Their excited and thrilled scream drew the attention of those around them.
The two girls covered their mouths, their faces flushed with excitent, their eyes shining like light bulbs, "Wow, you really are Maxwell Saxon! Oh my, I’m not dreaming, am I?"
"Mr. Saxon, we’re your fans, my best friend and I really like you."
"Mr. Saxon, you’re even more handso in person than on TV. How could we be so lucky to et you here?"
"Mr. Saxon, could we take a photo with you? Oh, and could you please sign an autograph for us? Please, please."
The two young girls were so excited to et their idol; they laughed and cried, seemingly about to faint from joy at any second.
Maxwell Saxon agreed to give them an autograph but refused their request for a photo.
Both looked a bit disappointed, but getting Maxwell Saxon’s autograph was enough to keep them happy for quite a while.
When the girl pulled a magazine with Maxwell Saxon on the cover and a pen out of her bag, Scarlett Yates believed that they were indeed fans of Maxwell Saxon.
If they weren’t fans, how could they carry a magazine related to him?
After getting the autograph, the two girls were thrilled for a while, cherishing the autograph as if it were from a famous artist, gently touching it a few tis, and then carefully putting it back in the bag.
"Mr. Saxon, thank you. You’re so nice." The girl’s eyes twinkled, staring at Maxwell Saxon with an infatuated look, reluctant to blink.
The other girl also looked at him full of admiration and courageously asked, "Mr. Saxon, are you going to Al Snow Mountain?"
Maxwell Saxon nodded his head.
"We’re going there too," They got even happier as soon as they heard he was going to the snow mountain.
"Oh, really?" Although Maxwell Saxon still appeared very polite and gentle, his perfunctory tone revealed his reluctance to chat with them.
The two girls were completely absorbed in the joy and excitent of eting their idol, not noticing the change in his tone and continued, "Yes, Mr. Saxon, is it your first ti? If so, we can be your guides; I’m very familiar with Al Snow Mountain."
"No need, I have companions."
"Companions?" Both girls were startled, then turned their gazes in unison to Scarlett Yates.
It seed only then that they noticed a woman was sitting beside Maxwell Saxon.
Upon realizing that the woman next to Maxwell was just a girl around their age, they didn’t pay much attention to Scarlett, assuming she was just a guide or an assistant he had hired.
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