He clearly heard the sarcasm in her words, but Maxwell Saxon only gave a faint smile, looking every bit the gentle, refined gentleman. His smile was elegant and captivating, his voice low and magnetic: "Scarlett, I'm really glad to see you again. You look very beautiful today, very charming. The moment I saw you just now, my eyes were completely captured by you."
If she hadn't known better in the past, Scarlett Yates might really have thought he was an upright gentleman.
But now…
The chill at the corner of her lips deepened, her eyes full of icy mockery as she stared coldly at this hypocritical, deep‑scheming man. Her voice grew even colder, without the slightest trace of warmth: "Oh, really?"
Maxwell Saxon's lips curved into a smile: "Of course. You absolutely have that kind of charm that can make any man fall for you. That's beyond question."
