Chapter 582
“Young Master Saxon’s status is prestigious, and there are people lining up to curry favor with you. Can the trust of a common person like me, with no background, be important to you?” As the sky grew darker, the lanterns hanging became brighter, and the pictures painted on them gradually became clear.
When the wind blew, the lanterns would slowly rotate, and the paintings on them seemed to come to life.
Scarlett Yates looked up at the moving lantern hanging from the corner of the pavilion, her voice cold.
“To me, Miss Yates’s trust is very important p>
After a moment of silence, Maxwell Saxon spoke again with words that might cause misunderstandings.
His voice was low, graceful; in the night, although slightly cold, it was very pleasant: “I know it would be difficult to make you trust me again, but this time I truly just want to invite you to dinner p>
Scarlett slowly withdrew her gaze, looked at him expressionlessly, then smiled: “Does Young Master Saxon usually invite people to dinner through coercion like this p>
“Do you force people to agree to your requests whether they want to or not p>
Maxwell Saxon frowned.
“I don’t like to beat around the bush, nor do I like wasting time. Why doesn’t Young Master Saxon just tell me what you want now, instead of dragging me through all this useless talk p>
“You still don’t believe me.” Maxwell Saxon laughed helplessly after a moment’s pause.
“That’s right, for Young Master Saxon to make someone believe, he needs to give a convincing reason p>
Does he genuinely just want to invite her to dinner?
Who would believe such words?
Scarlett Yates, with her lackluster background, isn’t some influential rich lady nor a powerful business partner. What made her worthy enough for Young Master Saxon to invite her to dinner?
Even if he were to use these words on a three-year-old kid, no one would believe it.
Perhaps she hit a nerve, Maxwell Saxon fell silent, not saying anything for quite a while.
A hint of hesitation showed in his dark, ink-like eyes.
After a while of hesitation, just when Scarlett Yates was convinced he wouldn’t tell her the truth, he suddenly spoke.
“Miss Yates, before I tell you something, I want to show you something first p>
After hearing the news that Maxwell Saxon and Scarlett Yates had gone to Randy Garden for dinner, Matthew Saxon nearly threw his phone in anger.
“Matthew, what’s wrong?” Pearl Simmons asked, puzzled, seeing his face turn immediately gloomy.
“Maxwell Saxon!” Matthew Saxon clenched the phone screen, gritting his teeth as he uttered the name.
What he feared most has finally happened.
Maxwell Saxon has set his sights on Scarlett Yates.
“Maxwell Saxon?” Pearl Simmons repeated, her elegant brows furrowing, “What’s wrong with him p>
Matthew Saxon pressed his lips together, his eyes darkened: “He’s with Scarlett, damn it, what exactly does he want? That stupid woman Scarlett Yates, I’ve repeatedly warned her not to associate with Maxwell Saxon, and she doesn’t listen at all. Is she deliberately going against me p>
At this point, the anger in his eyes suddenly flared up.
Pearl Simmons frowned: “Why is Scarlett with him again p>
“How would I know!” Matthew Saxon fumed, furrowing his brows tightly, “Scarlett and I have already broken up. He shouldn’t be focused on Scarlett anymore p>
But barely a few days after their last dinner alone, the two have once again arranged to meet.