Chapter 1315: How Did He Get Discharged?!

Unintended by the speaker, but keenly heard by the listener. That seemingly joking remark inadvertently guessed the truth.

Maxwell Saxon’s expression stiffened for a moment, becoming a bit unnatural, but he quickly returned to normal, a thin smile on his lips, as warm as a spring breeze: "So many questions, who should answer first?"

A woman covered her mouth and giggled: "Did I really guess it right? Did you use some unconventional means on the young lady?"

An unusual light flashed in Maxwell Saxon’s eyes, but he remained calm, smiling: "Why don’t you tell us how Rainfield coerced and seized you? I’ve heard several versions, so many that I don’t know which is true anymore."

He really knows how to divert attention.

With just one sentence, he shifted everyone’s attention to the questioning woman.

The woman was taken aback, her face blushed immediately, and she playfully glared at Maxwell Saxon: "Maxwell, you’re as cunning as ever, avoiding questions by dragging others into it."

At that moment, the atmosphere was lively and harmonious, a group of friends chatting and laughing, a perfect scene.

Until someone approached and mentioned a name to the host.

In an instant, this name caused an uproar, like water splashing into hot oil, crackling all around.

"Matthew Saxon?"

"Maxwell, isn’t that your brother?"

"Wasn’t Matthew Saxon reported dead in a crash? No, the news said his life or death is still unknown, but everyone assumed he was dead."

"Is it really Matthew Saxon? Maxwell, what on earth is happening?"

A person who everyone thought was dead suddenly reappeared, complete with all limbs, looking quite well, still dashing, smiling devilishly, with a carefree demeanor...

He wore the latest Armani spring suit, his handsome features as sharply defined as if sculpted, thin lips curved, carrying a faint smile, his long, narrow Peach Blossom Eyes smiling too, the slightly raised corners gave him a bit of a roguish air, yet the deep gaze beneath was elusive.

His hands were tucked into the pockets of his suit pants, his long, straight legs striding elegantly at an unhurried pace as he walked in.

The dazzling crystal lights above cast a brilliant glow, clearly illuminating his charming and demonic face, from his brows to his chin, the contours were stark and distinct.

Seeing everyone staring at him in shock, he slightly curled his lips, revealing a rakish and debonair smile.

In the venue, the women’s gazes turned a bit infatuated.

He stopped in front of Scarlett Yates and Maxwell Saxon, his signature mischievous smile playing on his lips, casting a meaningful glance first at Maxwell, then slowly turning to Scarlett.

When his gaze moved from Scarlett Yates’ earlobe and necklace to Maxwell Saxon’s hand around her waist, the smile at his lips paused, then he looked up, sarcastically curling his lips: "Brother, could you introduce me to the lady beside you?"

How could it be him!

Scarlett Yates was completely stunned.

The moment she saw Matthew Saxon, she was flabbergasted.

Wasn’t he supposed to be in the hospital?

How can his legs move now, wasn’t the cast supposed to come off tomorrow?