<h4>Chapter 580: Chapter 580: The Party Pooper</h4>


    Otherwise, they’ve only known each other for a few months, and before going to Z Country, they had hardly any interaction. Why would he speak to her in a tone as if they’ve known each other for a long, long time?


    He mentioned once that she resembles a friend of his.


    Perhaps this Young Master is reminiscing again, thinking about that old friend.


    Maxwell Saxon remained silent without speaking further.


    Scarlett Yates couldn’t help but feel a bit curious.


    She wondered what kind of charm that little girl he knew in his childhood must have had to make Maxwell Saxon still hold onto her memory?


    The car passed through a bustling area and then turned into a street lined with old buildings.


    This street is quite distinctive in Z City. Most of the buildings are decades-old houses, still in good condition. It’s considered a unique tourist spot in Z City, so it hasn’t been demolished despite its location in the highly valuable second ring.


    On both sides of the street, the houses had green tiles and gray walls, stone steps with moss, with every inch showing the ancient marks washed by time.


    Osmanthus trees were nted outside the houses.


    It was the season when osmanthus flowers were in full bloom, and the trees were covered with golden blossoms, filling the air with a pleasant sweet fragrance.


    Maxwell Saxon’s car stopped outside a residence with two stone lions in front.


    Someone had alreadye over and, once the car came to a steady stop, promptly and attentively opened the car door for him.


    After getting out, Maxwell Saxon tossed the keys to the person, then slowly walked to the rear of the car, opened the door, and gantly bent over to her: "Miss Yates, please."


    Hypocrite!


    Despite his gentlemanly demeanor, Scarlett Yates didn’t fall for it at all. She red at him coldly, got out of the car, and without looking at him, walked straight into the quaint courtyard.


    Maxwell Saxon wasn’t annoyed, as his thin lips slightly curled up, and he followed her in without changing expression.


    Once inside the courtyard, someone came forward to greet them.


    Maxwell Saxon must be a regr here, as the person was about to greet Scarlett Yates, but upon seeing Maxwell following her, immediately and respectfully said, "Hello, Mr. Saxon."


    "I brought a friend over today."


    Maxwell Saxon nced at Scarlett Yates: "Prepare a few more dishes thatdies like."


    "Oh, it turns out thisdy is Mr. Saxon’s friend. No wonder she exudes such elegance at first nce." The server buttered up effortlessly without turning red or uneasy.


    Elegant demeanor?


    Scarlett Yates’ mouth twitched, feeling that the server had indeed mastered the art of saying what people wanted to hear to perfection.


    Even when saying things they didn’t mean, they could express it so sincerely on their face.


    She absolutely couldn’t see where her elegancey.


    After a full day of work, she was utterly exhausted and looked gray and greasy. How could she appear elegant?


    The server led them through the front yard and into another small courtyard, which had a pavilion, rockery, pond, and clusters of flowers. No matter where you looked, it was a scene of elegance.


    By evening, the sky grew darker, andnterns in the courtyard began to light up.


    One by one, the softly glowingnterns hung quietly under the eaves, and manynterns were also hung in the pavilion, where the image of exquisite octagonal pcenterns swaying gently in the breeze created a beautiful scenery.


    This ce was undoubtedly a good ce.


    But no matter how beautiful a ce could be, it couldn’t be helped if there stood someone to spoil the mood.


    With Maxwell Saxon around, Scarlett Yates had no heart to appreciate the lovely scenery before her.