Maxwell Saxon stood in front of her, lowered his head, and looked down at him with a cold expression, saying, "Did you lay a hand on Scarlett Yates? Is the wound on her head your doing?"
Even though Maxwell was asking her, there was no trace of inquiry in his tone.
The tone of certainty clearly showed that he had already determined Alice Green was responsible for this.
Alice retracted her body a bit, exhaled a long, exhausted breath, then lazily lifted her head. Her eyes, swollen from crying, were cold as she looked at Matthew Saxon and snorted lightly, "What makes you so sure it was me?"
Maxwell laughed coldly, "Who knows you better than I do, Alice Green?"
"Driven by hate born of love, consumed by jealousy, you actually tried to kill Scarlett Yates. No wonder they say when a woman hardens her heart, she's more terrifying than a viper."
