Those deep, beautiful eyes, like the starry sky, flickered momentarily. He looked at her with a strange and incomprehensible expression for a while before curling his lips into a smile and saying, "I thought you would have guessed it, given that it's a rather easy thing to deduce. Matthew is the one my cousin likes; she's been deeply enamored with him since childhood and insists on marrying no one but him. Naturally, I want to support my family."
"I see." Scarlett Yates felt her last bit of fondness for him vanish.
She thought a man like Maxwell Saxon wouldn't be interested in the jealousy and infighting among these women.
Once again hearing the word 'family' from his lips, Scarlett Yates couldn't help but feel the irony.
Just yesterday, he claimed he already regarded her as family.
In terms of hypocrisy, truly, no one surpasses Maxwell Saxon.
"It's getting late. Miss Yates, what would you like to eat, so I can make a reservation?"
