His action startled Stella. It took her a few seconds to react before she thought to get up and stop him, "Mr. Saxon, are you planning to take Scarlett away?"
"Are you a friend of Miss Yates?" With one arm wrapping around Scarlett Yates's shoulder to steady her, Maxwell Saxon wore a serene smile on his lips and looked up at Stella.
This was a danger that left Stella almost defenseless; her face turned red immediately.
"Yes, Scarlett is drunk. I was just about to call Young Master Matthew."
Maxwell Saxon's dark, obsidian eyes quietly observed her. He curled his lips and said, "I'll ensure she gets home safely."
"But..." Facing such a captivating face and such a devastating smile, Stella felt a bit dizzy.
She thought it must have been because she drank too much earlier.
Maxwell Saxon smiled again, a spring breeze-like smile that instantly made Stella's head spin, "Please, rest assured in entrusting Miss Yates to me. I will guarantee her safety."
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