Chapter 762: Chapter 762: First Absence from the Auction
This isn’t the first ti a similar auction has been held. In the past, Maxwell Saxon would stay to see if there was anything he was interested in, but this year, with a drunken Scarlett Yates in his arms, his mind couldn’t focus on the auction at all.
This is also the sa ti in recent years that Matthew Saxon has missed the auction.
Uncle Thompson nodded in agreent but secretly thought to himself that Scarlett Yates was a fem fatale, causing such a change in the Young Master from the very beginning.
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The Lamborghini drove out of the brightly lit villa.
As Maxwell Saxon’s car left the villa, he felt a car following behind him.
He glanced at the rearview mirror, and a subtle and aningful smile appeared in his eyes.
The car following behind was Matthew Saxon’s car.
Maxwell Saxon pretended not to see, and after driving for more than half an hour, he drove into a high-end apartnt complex.
By the ti he arrived at his residence, Scarlett Yates was still asleep.
She slept soundly, experiencing a particularly long and deep sleep.
Maxwell Saxon gently picked her up, seeing her rosy, sleeping face, he couldn’t resist pinching it.
The little girl’s face was soft, tender, and squishy, just like when she was a child, squeezing it felt like pinching a fluffy bun.
He brought Scarlett Yates to his apartnt.
Since he lived alone, Maxwell Saxon’s place wasn’t large, a two-bedroom apartnt with one room as an office and the other as his bedroom.
He was a bit of a neat freak.
Aside from himself, no one was allowed to enter his room.
In the Saxon Family residence, except during cleaning, anyone needing to speak to Maxwell in his bedroom would do so from outside the door.
Yet he carried the intoxicated Scarlett Yates into his bedroom and placed her on his bed.
Only with this girl did he find her acceptable.
As a child, she would often sar her tears and snot on him, and he tolerated it all, so what couldn’t he endure?
Once on the bed, Scarlett Yates rolled around and then wrapped herself in the quilt, like a little cocooned baby, curling up in the spot where he normally slept, and then stayed still.
The bed was large, but she was small, curled up into a tiny corner, making her look even more delicate.
Maxwell Saxon stood by the bedside looking at her, and as he continued to watch, his gaze softened.
"Sleep well, I’ll see if there’s anything in the fridge to eat so that when you wake up, you can fill your stomach."
At the banquet, she didn’t eat much. Drinking on an empty stomach is uncomfortable, and when she wakes up, her stomach will surely feel hungry and uneasy. A light porridge is best to comfort it.
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When Scarlett Yates woke up, she found herself lying in an unfamiliar room.
The bed she was on was unfamiliar, and everything in the room was unfamiliar.
The blanket wrapped around her carried a faint cold fragrance, almost imperceptible.
The room had a pleasant scent, matching the blanket’s fragrance, very faint and delicate.
Her head still hurt a little.
Being drunk, the worst part wasn’t being drunk, but the hangover after awakening. Fortunately, she had only drunk Champagne, so her headache wasn’t too severe.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up, observing the surroundings in the soft warm light of the bedside lamp.
It wasn’t hard to guess that this was definitely a man’s room, with the layout and decor full of a genuine masculine vibe.
The room was decorated very simply, with a touch of classical style. The furniture was mostly solid wood, and a few pots of plants stood on the bay window, their leaves large and green, thriving, and appearing well cared for.
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