"What are you talking about?!" Scarlett Yates's face suddenly changed.
Maxwell Saxon's kindly, gentle gaze fixed on her. After a moment, he said, word by word, "Miss Yates, I think that when your parents had their car accident, it might not have been a simple accident."
Scarlett stared at him in shock for a few seconds, suddenly her face turned cold and appeared extremely unpleasant, as she glared angrily at Maxwell Saxon, "Young Master, please do not joke about my parents' matters."
Maxwell replied calmly, "Miss Yates, have you ever thought that if your parents' cause of death was man-made and not an accident, wouldn't you want to know who had targeted them? If there isn't concrete evidence, do you think I'd dare to make such reckless assertions?"
It was as if someone had heavily knocked on her head.
Some scattered, blurry fragments suddenly surfaced in her mind—
