<h4>Chapter 530: Chapter 530: Such an Estranged Address</h4>


    His action startled Ste. It took her a few seconds to react before she thought to get up and stop him, "Mr. Saxon, are you nning to take Scarlett away?"


    "Are you a friend of Miss Yates?" With one arm wrapping around Scarlett Yates’s shoulder to steady her, Maxwell Saxon wore a serene smile on his lips and looked up at Ste.


    This was a danger that left Ste almost defenseless; her face turned red immediately.


    "Yes, Scarlett is drunk. I was just about to call Young Master Matthew."


    Maxwell Saxon’s dark, obsidian eyes quietly observed her. He curled his lips and said, "I’ll ensure she gets home safely."


    "But..." Facing such a captivating face and such a devastating smile, Ste felt a bit dizzy.


    She thought it must have been because she drank too much earlier.


    Maxwell Saxon smiled again, a spring breeze-like smile that instantly made Ste’s head spin, "Please, rest assured in entrusting Miss Yates to me. I will guarantee her safety."


    --


    The night was as cool as water.


    Maxwell Saxon walked out of the bar, carrying Scarlett Yates.


    She couldn’t even walk steadily. When he tried to walk her a few steps, she stumbled directly into his embrace.


    He simply picked her up.


    Uncle Thompson saw himing out with Scarlett Yates, a flicker of surprise shed in his eyes, but soon his expression returned to normal, and he didn’t ask too many questions.


    The young master of his house was a smart person.


    Everything he did had its purpose, and he maintained a clear-headed rationale.


    After getting into the car, Uncle Thompson asked, "Young Master, should we send Miss Yates back to the Saint Mercy employee dormitory?"


    Maxwell Saxon nced down at the woman sleeping soundly in his arms. A hint of hesitation crossed his expressionless face, and after a moment, he said lightly, "To the vi."


    Uncle Thompson was taken aback but quickly responded, "Yes."


    Scarlett Yates was reeking of alcohol.


    Maxwell Saxon had to roll down the car window to let some fresh air in to dilute the scent of alcohol lingering inside the vehicle.


    In the dark night, the ck Lamborghini glided smoothly.


    The cool night breeze blew into the car, gently lifting Scarlett Yates’s hair, scattered chaotically on her chest.


    She slept deeply, her cheeks flushed, with a red nose, and soft cherry-like lips parted slightly, murmuring something incoherent.


    Maxwell Saxon strained to listen, but still couldn’t make out what she was saying; all he could vaguely discern was that she seemed to be muttering about wanting more wine.


    He chuckled silently, shaking his head lightly.


    She was already too drunk to know anything, yet she was still mumbling about drinking more.


    It’s said that girls change dramatically as they grow.


    He looked down at her for a moment, having to admit the truth of this.


    She indeed didn’t look much like the little girl from back then; her brows and eyes were still somewhat simr, but her features had changed significantly.


    From the scruffy little blonde girl of her youth, she had be a refined and captivating young woman, ady whose charm could easily capture many men’s hearts.


    Yet, he still found that scruffy little blonde girl from back then a bit more endearing—at least she used to call him little brother sweetly, not the now formal and distant Mr. Saxon or Young Master.


    Such an impersonal way of addressing him, such an impersonal attitude.


    --


    "The Young Master brought that woman back again."


    "Is it that Miss Yates? The Young Master never brings women here, but this Miss Yates... Could it be that the Young Master has feelings for her?"


    "What nonsense are you talking about? The Young Master isn’t the type to look at the next dish while eating from his bowl. He’s about to marry Miss Green; how could he possibly fall for another woman?"