<h4>Chapter 583: Chapter 583: The First Birthday Gift</h4>


    Regarding this, Matthew Saxon was both angry and worried.


    That damned stupid woman, she hadn’t listened to a word of his warning. All those things he had told her about Maxwell Saxon before, she had looked terrified while listening, but had she just tossed it aside after hearing?


    Or did she think he was just making up lies to scare her, so she didn’t take it seriously?


    He wholeheartedly wanted her to avoid danger, yet she was gravitating towards the most dangerous ce. He hadn’t seen many women as foolish as she was.


    "She’s with Maxwell at Randy Garden, Mingzhu,e with me right now. I’m worried about her." Leaving this sentence behind, Matthew Saxon grabbed his coat and started putting it on as he walked, reaching the door in just a few steps.


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    "What is this?"


    Scarlett Yates looked curiously as Maxwell Saxon carefully took something that looked very strange out of his suit pocket.


    The reason it was called strange was because it really was strange.


    A lump of wood with unrecognizable contours was handed to her, and Maxwell gave her that peculiar look, "Hold it and have a look."


    Scarlett hesitated for a few seconds, then slowly reached out her hand.


    She took the "unidentified object" from Matthew’s hand.


    She looked closely at it, turning the "unidentified object" back and forth, examining it from all angles, but still couldn’t make out what it was.


    Its faint outline barely resembled a person, but it was a person without features, without discernible hands or feet.


    The wood was just ordinary, not valuable at all.


    Yet just now, she had seen Maxwell take it out of the bag with such carefully treasured movements.


    Scarlett couldn’t help but feel it was strange.


    An utterly ordinary piece of wood, a wooden sculpture that didn’t even look like a person’s outline, something that wouldn’t be picked up if left on the street, yet the Saxon family’s young master had taken it out as a treasure.


    Isn’t this strange?


    Who gave him this hideous wooden sculpture? And why was he showing it to her?


    Scarlett was filled with endless questions, each fueling her curiosity more.


    Although she wasn’t interested in the wooden sculpture at all and thought it was exceptionally ugly, she still gave Maxwell enough face by pretending to look at it seriously for two minutes before raising her head and asking, "Young Master, what is this?"


    Just as she asked this question, Maxwell’s eyes flickered, and his gaze seemed to dim a lot instantly.


    "You have no recollection at all?" He quietly stared at her for a moment and asked strangely.


    Scarlett blinked, paused, and asked, "What does this have to do with me?"


    And what does this have to do with the truth he wanted to reveal?


    She had never seen the sculpture before, but why did he speak as if she should remember it, as if it shouldn’t be forgotten?


    "You really don’t remember at all."


    "Young Master, I don’t understand what you’re saying." Scarlett furrowed her brows even tighter.


    She thought Maxwell waspletely trying to act mysterious, speaking to her in a way that was more fiction than fact to divert her attention elsewhere.


    She frowned and said, "Young Master, what does this... wooden sculpture have to do with you inviting me to dinner today?"


    "Of course, it has to do with it." Maxwell squinted his eyes slightly, giving aplex look at the wooden sculpture in her hand, his voice growing deeper, "This is a birthday gift, the first birthday gift I received when I was very young."