Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?
Chapter 43: Meeting Maxwell Saxon Again

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Meeting Maxwell Saxon Again

His identity destined him to be highly praised since childhood. Almost everyone around him showered him with flattery; a spoiled young master of a wealthy family from birth, it’s no wonder he developed a sense of arrogance.

However, this kind of personality, overtly and covertly, has offended countless people. If he doesn’t sail through life smoothly, he’ll inevitably face setbacks because of it.

Thinking of Matthew Saxon, she inevitably thought of Maxwell Saxon.

Having an elder brother who’s adept at handling people, perhaps Matthew wouldn’t end up with everyone turning on him when he’s down.

Lost in thought, she walked out as the elevator reached the ground floor, head lowered.

Her nose collided with a hard object, causing her to cover it in pain immediately.

A stern voice reprimanded, "How are you walking, so reckless! Didn’t you see the director outside?"

"I’m fine." A man’s voice, cold and pleasant, where had she heard it before? After a pause of a few seconds, he softly asked, "Miss, are you alright?"

"Isn’t this Miss Yates?" Another voice chimed in with a hint of humor.

"Uncle Thompson?" Scarlett Yates was taken aback, rubbing her collided nose and raising her head in surprise.

Her nose, initially just slightly reddened from the bump, became completely red after she rubbed it for a while. On her fair cheeks, only her nose was flushed, looking rather comical.

Uncle Thompson couldn’t help but chuckle, "Miss Yates, finished your errands?"

Maxwell Saxon was standing next to Uncle Thompson.

With a cold stern face, sharp brows and eyes, and deep-set features, he exuded an elegant and noble aura in his black suit.

Handsome... truly pleasing to the eye, though his expression was a bit cold. When not speaking, he resembled a statue.

Scarlett Yates nodded, hesitating for a few seconds, but still took the initiative to greet Maxwell Saxon, "Mr. Saxon, about that night... thank you."

Although Maxwell Saxon was looking at her, his gaze was very indifferent, simply nodding as if to respond.

This reaction was indeed cold, not much different from that night.

Feeling embarrassed, Scarlett Yates rubbed her nose. Considering the Saxon Family already had one narcissistic man, she didn’t want people to think she had any intentions toward this elder Saxon. So she said, "I’ll be going then, won’t disturb your work any longer."

Right after speaking, she walked past Maxwell Saxon with her head down.

"Miss Yates." The cold voice called out to her.

The hall was bustling with people, with plenty of chatter just a moment ago, but at the instant when Maxwell Saxon spoke, it became eerily quiet.

As if everyone had agreed on it.

Maxwell Saxon’s voice wasn’t loud, but each word was articulated clearly, saying, "Your clothes were left at my place; I’ve sent someone to deliver them to your school."

After saying this, he turned and entered the elevator.

This undoubtedly dropped a bombshell into the crowd—a bombshell of great impact.

As the elevator doors closed, a cacophony of discussion erupted.

"Did that woman spend the night at the director’s house?"

"What’s her relationship with the director? How did she leave clothes at his place?"

"Isn’t she the President’s lover? Why is she also involved with the director?"

"Young girls these days are truly remarkable. She appears so pure and innocent, yet her tactics are so skilled. Both young masters of the Saxon Family fell prey to her tricks. Incredible, truly incredible."

"The director has never had any scandalous news. He’s such a decent man, and yet..."

"What do you know, the director’s uprightness is exactly why he couldn’t resist the allure of a shameless woman proactively attaching herself to him."

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