Chapter 603: Chapter 603: He is just a fraud
"You don’t need to tell
these things. I’m not interested. If I’m not mistaken, are you trying to tell
that the girl who gave you the wooden puppet is actually ?"
Previously saying how she and that girl are similar in character and appearance, it was all to set the stage for this mont, wasn’t it?
Maybe even the identity of that young girl was fabricated by him.
What so-called unforgettable past acquaintance is nothing but a trick he commonly uses, making things up to fool her, giving her the illusion that she’s really important to him, step by step gaining her trust to implent his final plan.
That’s right, it must be like this.
Otherwise, why does he repeatedly bring up that young girl in front of her, and say such inexplicable things?
Maxwell Saxon was silent for a long ti.
Long enough that Scarlett Yates was about to hang up the phone when his voice sounded again, "That young girl is you."
An ironic smile crept onto Scarlett Yates’s lips.
She knew it would end up like this.
Look, she seed to understand Maxwell Saxon a little now.
Does this man, who speaks blatant lies, really think she’s that easy to fool?
"Maxwell Saxon, can you co up with a more believable story?" She couldn’t help but laugh, her laughter full of mockery.
"Even if the little girl was young at the ti, it doesn’t an she has no mory at all. If I were truly the acquaintance you knew, why can’t I rember any of the things you’re talking about?"
In her mories, there is no character like Maxwell Saxon.
It’s even more impossible that she carved a wooden sculpture and gave it to him.
"I don’t know." Maxwell Saxon’s voice was even lower than before, and Scarlett Yates detected a hint of loneliness and desolation from it, "I thought you might rember so things when you saw the wooden sculpture, but you don’t seem to rember anything."
Scarlett Yates laughed again, coldly and mockingly, "So, you want
to believe in a non-existent mory? Maxwell Saxon, you’re good at making up stories. Why not beco a screenwriter? Maybe your drama could be a hit."
She was about to hang up the phone.
She didn’t want to continue the conversation with him at all.
He is just a liar.
A complete liar, willing to use such despicable ans for his purpose.
This kind of person, how much of what he says is truly believable?
She suddenly started to doubt those seemingly true pieces of evidence.
Could it be that the truth about her parents’ car accident was also fabricated by him?
But those pieces of evidence are not like his current lies, she has reviewed them carefully several tis and found no flaws.
"Scarlett Yates, you really don’t rember a person nad Dylan Denton?" Just as she was about to hang up, Maxwell Saxon suddenly ntioned a strange na.
His emotion seed a bit agitated, though it sounded like he was trying hard to suppress it, a hint of defeat and anger still leaked out, "You don’t rember anything at all?"
Back then she clung to him like a sticky candy, couldn’t shake her off no matter how he tried, following him every day calling him big brother, big brother, she doesn’t rember any of that?
How could she forget him!
Dylan Denton...
Upon hearing this unfamiliar na, Scarlett Yates was startled, as though sothing flashed through her mind.
A vague image, for a mont, disappeared just as quickly.
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