<h4>Chapter 548: Chapter 548: No One Is More Hypocritical Than Him</h4>


    Those deep, beautiful eyes, like the starry sky, flickered momentarily. He looked at her with a strange and iprehensible expression for a while before curling his lips into a smile and saying, "I thought you would have guessed it, given that it’s a rather easy thing to deduce. Matthew is the one my cousin likes; she’s been deeply enamored with him since childhood and insists on marrying no one but him. Naturally, I want to support my family."


    "I see." Scarlett Yates felt herst bit of fondness for him vanish.


    She thought a man like Maxwell Saxon wouldn’t be interested in the jealousy and infighting among these women.


    Once again hearing the word ’family’ from his lips, Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but feel the irony.


    Just yesterday, he imed he already regarded her as family.


    In terms of hypocrisy, truly, no one surpasses Maxwell Saxon.


    "It’s gettingte. Miss Yates, what would you like to eat, so I can make a reservation?"


    His casual smile irked Scarlett Yates more the longer she looked at it. She wished she could turn around and leave, but after hearing Maxwell Saxon’s words, it was impossible not to care.


    Since it’s about the truth of her parents’ ident, how could she truly remain indifferent?


    "Anything is fine, you decide."


    "In that case, how about Western cuisine?" Maxwell Saxon walked to the Lamborghini parked by the street and personally opened the car door with gentlemanly grace: "Miss Yates, please."


    A true wolf in sheep’s clothing, that’s what someone like him is.


    On the surface, anyone would think he’s a gentleman, but beneath this upright facade lies the truly chilling Maxwell Saxon.


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    "What does Miss Yates like to eat?"


    In the upscale restaurant, the air was filled with the aroma of food and flowers, and the men and women entering and leaving were all dressed to the nines.


    Beautiful music floated in the air, with a small band performing on stage.


    "Whatever." Scarlett Yates only hoped he would reveal the truth quickly. She didn’t want to spend time with him, not even for a meal.


    Maxwell Saxon chuckled, handed the menu to the waiter, and murmured a few words.


    "Since Miss Yates doesn’t have a particr preference, I decided to order some dishesdies typically enjoy. The desserts here are quite good; you must try them after the meal." With his hands lightly folded on the table, his charming smile and noble, handsome features were quite captivating.


    "Young Master, you said you’d tell me the truth about the ident. Can you share it now?" Facing such a visually pleasing handsome man, Scarlett Yates showed no sign of goodwill.


    "Why rush, Miss Yates?" Maxwell Saxon curved his lips in a gentle smile, "This matter isn’t something that can be told quickly. We can enjoy the meal and discuss it slowly."


    "Young Master truly is a devoted cousin, going to great lengths for his cousin. Such sibling loyalty, although not biological siblings, is more like true siblings."


    Scarlett Yates’s sarcasm did not make Maxwell Saxon feel embarrassed or angry.


    His smile didn’t wane; he even nodded along with her words: "Although Alexis is my cousin, I’ve always regarded her as my real sister. Her wishes, I’ll certainly strive to help her achieve."


    "But, Young Master, haven’t you heard the saying ’a forced melon isn’t sweet’? Even if I don’t marry Matthew Saxon, it doesn’t necessarily mean he’d marry your cousin."