Bang.
The handbag slammed onto the table, making a loud noise.
"Hey, you, yes you."
After Scarlett Yates sat down, she pointed at the "culprit" opposite her, who was watching her, and asked coldly: "On the island, was it you who broke my head?"
The person was stunned for a moment, looked at her for a few seconds, and then nodded without any expression.
Scarlett Yates sneered: "But what I saw was a woman."
"Miss Yates, you saw wrong. It was indeed me who broke your head at that time, not anyone else." The culprit's expression was calm, meeting her angry gaze without any guilt.
Who knows how many benefits Maxwell Saxon gave this person to make him willing to take the blame for someone else.
"But I've seen that person, and she doesn't look like you."
