<h4>Chapter 745: Chapter 745: He Is Strategizing Step by Step</h4>


    Ang imagined the scene and shrank her neck: "I bet if Matthew Saxon sees you with Maxwell Saxon, he might just blow up on the spot."


    That guy, ustomed to doing as he pleases, won’t care about the asion once he loses his temper.


    "He won’t." Scarlett Yates gave a bitter smile, "Ang, this time we really broke up. He won’te looking for me anymore."


    "What?" Ang was so shocked that her jewelry box almost fell to the ground.


    "He will probably ask you to move out soon, so you’ll have to continue staying here." Scarlett Yates didn’t borate and didn’t intend to.


    Ang was stunned for a long time, silent for a while, then murmured in disbelief, "But that guy really likes you. How could he let go so easily?"


    "Scarlett, you’re not with Maxwell Saxon just because of this, are you? You better think it over. If that guy suddenly wants to pursue you and is very attentive, he definitely doesn’t have good intentions."


    "Ang, don’t worry. I haven’t even considered Maxwell Saxon. I agreed to attend the dinner party with him just to return a favor. After all, he’s helped me many times, and I can’t refuse him."


    "It’s not that I don’t trust you; it’s just that guy is too clever. How could a little girl like you escape his grasp? He’s manipting you step by step, leading you into the trap."


    Listening to her describe herself like a pitiable little bunny, Scarlett Yates couldn’t help butugh: "I’m not stupid. Knowing he’s set a trap, why would I jump in? It’s just attending a dinner party, don’t overthink."


    Watching her while she put clothes and shoes back into therge box, Ang curiously asked, "What are you doing?"


    "I can’t ept these things."


    "Why not ept them?" Seeing her about to close the box, Ang grabbed it, "If you don’t ept them, then it’s a waste. Scarlett, if you really don’t care about him at all, then show him through actions."


    "Actions?" Scarlett Yates was puzzled, "You mean..."


    Ang squinted with a smile: "Let’s do it this way..."


    --


    At six in the evening, Maxwell Saxon’s car stopped right outside the neighborhood.


    And he was right on time standing outside the shared apartment.


    "He’s here, he’s here."


    Upon hearing the knock on the door, Ang responded with a smile and then winked at Scarlett Yates: "He’s here, I’ll open the door."


    She lifted the long train of her dress and ran over to open the door.


    Seeing Maxwell Saxon, Ang curved her lips and smiled to greet him: "Hi, Young Master, you came to pick up Scarlett, right?"


    Seeing Ang, Maxwell Saxon paused, furrowing his brows unconsciously.


    "How about it? My dress and jewelry are very lovely, aren’t they? I don’t know who gifted them to Scarlett, but she doesn’t like them, said she wanted to return them. I thought they looked good, so I told her to let me wear them for the night. Didn’t expect this dress suits me well, don’t you think, Young Master? Do I look beautiful in it?"


    With that, she lifted her dress and spun around in front of Maxwell Saxon.


    Seeing his carefully chosen items all worn by another woman, Maxwell Saxon kept a nk expression and remained silent for a moment, then said ndly, "It’s okay."


    "I think it’s pretty too, but Scarlett insists that if the things aren’t from someone she likes, she won’t like them no matter how pretty they are. Oh, I wonder who wasted their effort, spent money but didn’t win any favor. Truly pitiful."