<h4>Chapter 905: Chapter 905: I’m Not Here to Take You Back</h4>


    When she turned around and held up her phone to film the other side of the stone bridge, she noticed the person who had been staring at her for a long time on her phone screen.


    Her breath hitched, she froze for a moment, and instinctively stepped back two paces, nearly dropping her phone in fright.


    The man stood motionless across from her, covered in snowkes on his dark blue coat, his hair speckled with snow, surrounded by a vast expanse of white. The reflected light from the piled-up snow highlighted his handsome face, making it look slightly pale.


    The man had eyes as dark as midnight, filled with aplex expression, steadily gazing at her.


    Seeing Scarlett Yates had noticed him, the man no longer stood still, but began walking toward her, step by step.


    The pristine ck handmade leather shoes crunched against the snow with a creaking sound.


    Every step he took made Scarlett Yates’s heart jolt.


    When the man was about five or six meters away from her, Scarlett Yates seemed to finally wake from a dream, her expression changed, and she turned and ran.


    The person behind her didn’t call out to stop her, nor did he chase her, continuing to walk toward her at a steady pace.


    Squeak, squeak...


    The slow, clear footsteps sounded like a death knell, and Scarlett Yates’s face turned as pale as the snow beneath her feet as she fled in a panic.


    Just as she ran off the bridge, she was stopped.


    Two tall, burly men stood in front of her.


    Scarlett Yates’s hands and feet instantly turned cold.


    Recognizing the situation in front of her, she stopped, took a deep breath, and slowly turned around.


    "Maxwell Saxon, do you still want to capture me and imprison me?"


    A moment ago, her face still held a hint of redness, but now it was utterly bloodless, a pale, powerless smile surfaced at her lips, as she looked mockingly at the man walking up to her.


    Maxwell Saxon stood in front of her.


    His mature, handsome face carried an inscrutable expression, watching her silently for a moment, his thin lips moved slightly, his deep, crisp voice as cold as the surrounding chill: "I’m not here to take you back, you don’t have to worry."


    Ha, he actually told her not to worry.


    How could he say such a thing with a straight face?


    After his mother sold her to the nightclub in Fort City, did he think she would still trust him?


    Scarlett Yates tugged at the corner of her lips, her smile bing more sarcastic: "Then what are you here for? Don’t tell me you just happened to run into me here."


    "I’m here to find you." Maxwell Saxon’s cold eyes narrowed slightly, scrutinizing her from head to toe, and after a moment’s pause, he continued slowly, "Scarlett, I know all about what my mom and Uncle Thompson did to you, I apologize on their behalf."


    His serious apology was dismissed by Scarlett Yates.


    She curled her lips and let out a coldugh: "Apology? Maxwell Saxon, do you know what they’ve done to me? Do you think a simple apology can erase those things? Let me tell you, it’s impossible, forever impossible."


    Maxwell Saxon’s expression shifted slightly, he pressed his lips together, his gaze carried a hint of sadness, his voice became much hoarser: "I know, I know everything, what they did was indeed excessive. I’m apologizing not to ask for your forgiveness for them, I know no one would easily forgive such matters. Scarlett, I just feel very guilty, these things all happened because of me. Whether you ept my apology or not, I must say sorry to you."