Even after she had left for quite some time, Maxwell Saxon's gaze remained greedily fixed on the direction she had departed.
The young driver didn't dare rush him and just quietly waited. After a few more minutes, the cold, deep voice in the backseat sounded again: "Let's go."
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"Sir, Miss Scarlett is back."
Scarlett Yates hadn't expected Noah Yates to still be waiting for her.
Once she entered the living room, she saw Noah Yates sitting there. When he saw Scarlett, he instructed the maid next to him to bring out the stewed bird's nest from the kitchen.
"Come over, keep me company for a chat." Noah pointed to the seat opposite him.
Having just dealt with Maxwell Saxon, Scarlett Yates frowned slightly, feeling an intense headache.
But she still slowly walked over and sat opposite Noah Yates: "Dad, is there something you want to discuss?"
"Yes, there's something." Noah nodded.
