Chapter 580
Otherwise, they’ve only known each other for a few months, and before going to Z Country, they had hardly any interaction. Why would he speak to her in a tone as if they’ve known each other for a long, long time?
He mentioned once that she resembles a friend of his.
Perhaps this Young Master is reminiscing again, thinking about that old friend.
Maxwell Saxon remained silent without speaking further.
Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but feel a bit curious.
She wondered what kind of charm that little girl he knew in his childhood must have had to make Maxwell Saxon still hold onto her memory?
The car passed through a bustling area and then turned into a street lined with old buildings.
This street is quite distinctive in Z City. Most of the buildings are decades-old houses, still in good condition. It’s considered a unique tourist spot in Z City, so it hasn’t been demolished despite its location in the highly valuable second ring.
On both sides of the street, the houses had green tiles and gray walls, stone steps with moss, with every inch showing the ancient marks washed by time.
Osmanthus trees were planted outside the houses.
It was the season when osmanthus flowers were in full bloom, and the trees were covered with golden blossoms, filling the air with a pleasant sweet fragrance.
Maxwell Saxon’s car stopped outside a residence with two stone lions in front.
Someone had already come over and, once the car came to a steady stop, promptly and attentively opened the car door for him.
After getting out, Maxwell Saxon tossed the keys to the person, then slowly walked to the rear of the car, opened the door, and gallantly bent over to her: “Miss Yates, please p>
Hypocrite!
Despite his gentlemanly demeanor, Scarlett Yates didn’t fall for it at all. She glared at him coldly, got out of the car, and without looking at him, walked straight into the quaint courtyard.
Maxwell Saxon wasn’t annoyed, as his thin lips slightly curled up, and he followed her in without changing expression.
Once inside the courtyard, someone came forward to greet them.
Maxwell Saxon must be a regular here, as the person was about to greet Scarlett Yates, but upon seeing Maxwell following her, immediately and respectfully said, “Hello, Mr. Saxon p>
“I brought a friend over today p>
Maxwell Saxon glanced at Scarlett Yates: “Prepare a few more dishes that ladies like p>
“Oh, it turns out this lady is Mr. Saxon’s friend. No wonder she exudes such elegance at first glance.” The server buttered up effortlessly without turning red or uneasy.
Elegant demeanor?
Scarlett Yates’ mouth twitched, feeling that the server had indeed mastered the art of saying what people wanted to hear to perfection.
Even when saying things they didn’t mean, they could express it so sincerely on their face.
She absolutely couldn’t see where her elegance lay.
After a full day of work, she was utterly exhausted and looked gray and greasy. How could she appear elegant?
The server led them through the front yard and into another small courtyard, which had a pavilion, rockery, pond, and clusters of flowers. No matter where you looked, it was a scene of elegance.
By evening, the sky grew darker, and lanterns in the courtyard began to light up.
One by one, the softly glowing lanterns hung quietly under the eaves, and many lanterns were also hung in the pavilion, where the image of exquisite octagonal palace lanterns swaying gently in the breeze created a beautiful scenery.
This place was undoubtedly a good place.
But no matter how beautiful a place could be, it couldn’t be helped if there stood someone to spoil the mood.
With Maxwell Saxon around, Scarlett Yates had no heart to appreciate the lovely scenery before her.