<h4>Chapter 603: Chapter 603: He is just a fraud</h4>


    "You don’t need to tell me these things. I’m not interested. If I’m not mistaken, are you trying to tell me that the girl who gave you the wooden puppet is actually me?"


    Previously saying how she and that girl are simr in character and appearance, it was all to set the stage for this moment, wasn’t it?


    Maybe even the identity of that young girl was fabricated by him.


    What so-called unforgettable past acquaintance is nothing but a trick hemonly uses, making things up to fool her, giving her the illusion that she’s really important to him, step by step gaining her trust to implement his final n.


    That’s right, it must be like this.


    Otherwise, why does he repeatedly bring up that young girl in front of her, and say such inexplicable things?


    Maxwell Saxon was silent for a long time.


    Long enough that Scarlett Yates was about to hang up the phone when his voice sounded again, "That young girl is you."


    An ironic smile crept onto Scarlett Yates’s lips.


    She knew it would end up like this.


    Look, she seemed to understand Maxwell Saxon a little now.


    Does this man, who speaks tant lies, really think she’s that easy to fool?


    "Maxwell Saxon, can youe up with a more believable story?" She couldn’t help butugh, herughter full of mockery.


    "Even if the little girl was young at the time, it doesn’t mean she has no memory at all. If I were truly the acquaintance you knew, why can’t I remember any of the things you’re talking about?"


    In her memories, there is no character like Maxwell Saxon.


    It’s even more impossible that she carved a wooden sculpture and gave it to him.


    "I don’t know." Maxwell Saxon’s voice was even lower than before, and Scarlett Yates detected a hint of loneliness and destion from it, "I thought you might remember some things when you saw the wooden sculpture, but you don’t seem to remember anything."


    Scarlett Yatesughed again, coldly and mockingly, "So, you want me to believe in a non-existent memory? Maxwell Saxon, you’re good at making up stories. Why not be a screenwriter? Maybe your drama could be a hit."


    She was about to hang up the phone.


    She didn’t want to continue the conversation with him at all.


    He is just a liar.


    Aplete liar, willing to use such despicable means for his purpose.


    This kind of person, how much of what he says is truly believable?


    She suddenly started to doubt those seemingly true pieces of evidence.


    Could it be that the truth about her parents’ car ident was also fabricated by him?


    But those pieces of evidence are not like his current lies, she has reviewed them carefully several times and found no ws.


    "Scarlett Yates, you really don’t remember a person named Dn Denton?" Just as she was about to hang up, Maxwell Saxon suddenly mentioned a strange name.


    His emotion seemed a bit agitated, though it sounded like he was trying hard to suppress it, a hint of defeat and anger still leaked out, "You don’t remember anything at all?"


    Back then she clung to him like a sticky candy, couldn’t shake her off no matter how he tried, following him every day calling him big brother, big brother, she doesn’t remember any of that?


    How could she forget him!


    Dn Denton...


    Upon hearing this unfamiliar name, Scarlett Yates was startled, as though something shed through her mind.


    A vague image, for a moment, disappeared just as quickly.