Chapter 761
She leaned against the cold wall and squatted down, placing her hands on her knees, blinking her eyes, letting streams of tears roll down. She quickly reached out to wipe them clean, but more spilled onto her cheeks.
How could she not know that Maxwell Saxon was his enemy?
From her first day at the Saxon Family, she noticed that he and May Denton did not get along well. From his repeated confrontations with Maxwell Saxon, she soon realized his rejection towards these two unexpected family members.
But what could he do?
Roy Saxon wanted to bring back this mother and son pair, and he couldn’t stop it.
But after May Denton and her son entered the Saxon Family, he spent less and less time at home.
According to the accounts of other Saxon Family employees, it was from that time that Matthew Saxon’s behavior became more and more indulgent; every day, he indulged in dining and entertainment outside, ignoring company affairs, becoming the titular President of Seymour.
But just now, she said she fell in love with Maxwell Saxon, fell in love with the person he hated.
He must hate her very much.
She shrank into the corner of darkness, her heart inch by inch freezing into ice, then slowly cracking, shattering into pieces of ice shards.
No one knew she was hiding here.
Now there was only her left here, so she cried recklessly, letting tears fall silently and audaciously.
Not knowing how long she cried, she actually got tired, her body weakly leaning against the wall, exhausted as if she hadn’t slept for three days and nights.
Her head was still dizzy, drunk, and after crying, her whole being fell into extreme fatigue.
When Maxwell Saxon found Scarlett Yates, this was the scene he saw.
A small figure curled up in the corner, arms wrapped around her knees, head buried in her knees, her whole self like a baby curled up in its mother’s womb.
Her hair had fallen loose, spreading over her shoulders, with a slight curl, resembling strands of seaweed.
The room only had her alone, without lights, plunged in darkness.
He pressed the switch by the door.
Scarlett Yates didn’t move, seemingly asleep, not reacting at the sound of his footsteps.
Maxwell Saxon walked quietly over, bent down and was about to wake her, but on seeing how deeply she slept, he changed his mind.
Very gently, he picked Scarlett Yates up.
She was very light, holding her felt like embracing a feather.
Maxwell Saxon took off his coat and covered her, striding away with her in his arms.
Uncle Thompson was waiting outside, seeing Maxwell Saxon come out carrying Scarlett Yates, he secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Earlier, the Young Master was as anxious as anything, searching everywhere; if it weren’t in someone else’s home, he would have searched inside and out.
To say Miss Yates is quite peculiar, somehow during a simple visit to the washroom she disappears.
Why did she inexplicably hide in this room?
This woman really doesn’t let anyone have peace of mind.
“Young Master, Miss Yates she’s Uncle Thompson saw Scarlett Yates sleeping sweetly, her eyelids not moving, frowned, only feeling more and more annoyed looking at her.
The first time sending this girl back to school, he thought she was fine, but why now does she seem more and more unlikable?
“Uncle Thompson, she got drunk. I’ll take her back first; I’ll leave the auction to you p>
Tonight is Mayor Chapman’s birthday banquet, also taking this opportunity to gather most of the celebrities for a charity auction. In ten minutes, the auction will officially begin.