<h4>Chapter 753: Chapter 753 Deliberately Causing Trouble</h4>


    "You, you must be joking." Scarlett Yates was being watched intently and seriously by him, which brought forth a slightly unnatural expression on her face. She coughed lightly to cover up her embarrassment, reached out to touch her slightly dizzy forehead, and whispered, "I’m a bit hungry, I’ll go get something to eat."


    She slowly stood up. Just as she steadied herself, she felt a bit dizzy, the ground wobbled a few times, and the people in the hall swayed as well. She stood in ce for a few seconds before slowly regaining normalcy.


    It seems that although Champagne tastes light and like a beverage, drinking too much still gets one drunk.


    "I’ll go with you." Seeing that she was a bit drunk, Maxwell Saxon couldn’t rest easy letting her go alone, so he stood up to go with her.


    Just as he was about to leave, he caught sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.


    Maxwell Saxon’s expression shifted slightly, his eyes flickered, and he moved closer to Scarlett Yates, then stood beside her.


    "I was wondering where my brother disappeared in the blink of an eye, turns out he slipped away to this little corner." Azy voice sounded, carrying a bit of ridicule. Theid-back tone matched the owner’s expression, showing a certain nonchnce.


    Scarlett Yates’s heart suddenly skipped a few beats.


    She had already avoided such an inconspicuous ce, yet she still couldn’t escape an encounter with him.


    Maxwell Saxon smiled, naturally looking at him, "There are fewer people here, it’s quieter."


    "Oh, so you don’t like too much noise then? If you don’t like crowded ces, whye to this banquet? Juste up with any excuse to decline, I don’t think Mayor Chapman would be displeased with you because of that. Coming unwillingly, what’s the point?"


    No matter how you listen, his tone carries a hint of provocation, as if deliberately stirring trouble.


    But with Maxwell Saxon’s temperament, the trouble can’t be stirred up.


    Matthew Saxon has always been like this in front of him, and he’s endured it for so many years, why would he explode now?


    Yet he doesn’t want to cause a fuss, but Matthew Saxon does not think the same way.


    After provoking Maxwell Saxon, he turned his attention back to Scarlett Yates.


    The hand around Softy’s waist tightened, a sh of anger swiftly passed through his long, narrow eyes. He smiled, a flirtatious gazending on Scarlett Yates, "Isn’t this Miss Yates? Haven’t seen you for a few days, Miss Yates has be much colder towards me. I don’t think I’ve done anything to offend you, Miss Yates, why is it that when we meet, you don’t even afford me a single nce?"


    Scarlett Yates was forced by his words to look up.


    Her head was a bit dizzy, the aftereffect of the Champagne hit her.


    She had to lean against Maxwell Saxon to maintain her bnce.


    And this tiny movement was seen entirely by Matthew Saxon opposite.


    The anger hidden in his eyes intensified, and a mocking smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.


    What else could he say?


    In the past, he thought his judgment had been off, that’s why he liked her.


    She imed she still loved Henry, but it was just to hide her true intentions.


    He repeatedly warned her that Maxwell Saxon was unreliable, yet she repeatedly ignored his concerns and warnings, and her interactions with Maxwell Saxon became more frequent, as did the closeness of her rtionship with Maxwell Saxon.


    What do such signs indicate? If he still doesn’t understand, then he truly is aplete fool.


    He should have seen it long ago.