Chapter 1287: Scarlett, I Miss You So Much

"Please don’t worry, Mr. Yates. When I met Scarlett, she already had this temper. I didn’t find anything bad about it," Maxwell Saxon said, his gaze seemingly unintentionally glancing toward Scarlett Yates, eyes full of affection. This scene naturally caught Noah Yates’s eye, and his heart joyed, a smile of relief appeared on his face. He nodded slightly, and slowly got up: "You two continue chatting. I’ll return later in the evening to have a drink with Mr. Saxon."

Maxwell Saxon smiled and nodded: "Off you go, Mr. Yates."

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A Country’s climate is like spring all year round. Even in winter, it’s still sunny, with flowers and birds chirping.

The back garden of the Yates Family was filled with blooming flowers everywhere, vibrant and colorful. The scenery around the pavilion was exceptionally beautiful; wherever you looked, it was an excellent sight.

In front of the pavilion was a lotus pond, filled with pink and white lotuses. In the sunlight, the dewdrops on the petals glistened like transparent jewels.

But at this moment, Scarlett Yates was unable to appreciate this pleasant scenery.

"Maxwell Saxon, what exactly do you want?" She tightly bit her lip, coldly glaring at the man sitting opposite her, anger flickering in her bright eyes.

Maxwell Saxon chuckled, holding a blue and white porcelain cup filled with clear light green tea. He took a small sip and looked up at Scarlett Yates, smiling faintly: "Scarlett, this tea is nice. You should try it."

The more indifferent he was, the angrier Scarlett Yates became. She supported herself on the stone table, stood up, and rudely snatched the teacup from him.

"Maxwell Saxon, I don’t have time to beat around the bush with you. Just tell me, what exactly do you want? What are you planning with my dad? Also, did Uncle Saxon’s poison come from my dad? Have you known each other for a long time?"

She rattled off many questions in one breath.

Before Maxwell Saxon could speak, she bit her lip and angrily asked: "I know you want to gain the Saxon Clan, but what about my dad? Why is he teaming up with you?"

"Scarlett, sit down first."

"You answer me first, what are you and my dad up to."

"If I say, my dad and I aren’t plotting anything, that I’m just here for business, and came to see him by chance, would you believe it?"

Scarlett Yates sneered: "Maxwell Saxon, do you take me for a three-year-old?"

"I guess you wouldn’t believe it." Maxwell Saxon sighed softly, picked up another teacup, slowly poured tea, and amidst her furious gaze, pushed the teacup slowly to her on the table, with a smile, "I never intended to hide anything from you. Indeed, there are business dealings between your dad and me. This time, I’m mainly here to discuss a new business."

"Of course, knowing you’re here adds a new purpose to this trip to A Country. Besides business, I also wanted to come see you."

He looked up, his deep black pupils flickering with a dim light, fixedly gazing at her, saying tenderly: "Scarlett, I’ve missed you."

"Ever since you left that night, I’ve been thinking about you, and your image always suddenly appears in my mind..."

"Maxwell Saxon, stop it, don’t you find it nauseating while saying these sweet words?" Scarlett Yates bit her lip, turning her head away.

His gaze was too intense, the yearning in his eyes too fervent. Such unrestrained and fiery emotion made her feel frightened.