novelraw Chapter 912: What You Said Makes Sense
Chapter 912: What You Said Makes Sense
To be honest, no matter who wins or loses this fight, she doesn’t want any casualties.But since it’s a fight, once the outcome is decided, the losing side will inevitably pay a heavy price.
"Maxwell Saxon, do you really want to go down this road to the very end?" Scarlett Yates sighed softly. Although she hadn’t shown him much kindness initially, recalling some past events, she sincerely advised him, "Actually, if you stop now, it might not be too late."
"You can take your mother to a place where no one can find you. Since you feel like you’re always living under others’ roofs in the Saxon Family, then leave."
"With your abilities, I believe you won’t do too badly wherever you go."
Scarlett Yates was genuinely thinking of his well-being.
She spoke earnestly, continuing to persuade him with heartfelt sincerity: "Really, think it over carefully. If you leave now, it’s still not too late. Otherwise... if you lose, it’ll be too late to leave then."
Scarlett Yates understood a little of Matthew Saxon’s disposition.
He seems nonchalant, as if indifferent to anything, but there’s no way he is a kind-hearted person.
Whoever angers him won’t be spared when he retaliates.
Otherwise, why would Angela be so afraid of him?
Maxwell Saxon poisoned Roy Saxon and attempted to take Seymour away. None of these acts can be forgiven.
Once he falls into Matthew Saxon’s hands, even if he keeps his life, his end won’t be pleasant.
Every word she spoke came from the heart, with utmost sincerity and earnestness.
Maxwell Saxon was stunned.
A hint of surprise flashed in his cold eyes, seemingly astonished that Scarlett Yates would say such things to him.
Is she... thinking of him?
Is she afraid that if he loses, he’ll die miserably?
Maxwell Saxon seemed to be in a daze, staring fixedly at Scarlett Yates without blinking, his eyes as deep as the night sky began to brighten.
His eyes were intensely black, ink-toned, reflecting Scarlett Yates’s image clearly in their depths.
A very slight smile emerged on his exquisitely handsome face as if painted with ink.
His thin lips gleamed with moisture and lightly curled up, bringing out a gentle arc. This trace of gentleness seeped into his eyes, and his gaze gradually softened. With a light smile, he said, "Scarlett, I’m really glad you care so much about me."
Two days and nights of exhaustion, what did it matter?
One word from her, one look, one smile, could instantly erase all his fatigue, making him feel that even if he spent ten days and nights just to see her once, it would be worth it.
Seeing the expression on his face soften significantly, Scarlett Yates thought he’d been convinced by her, and a bit of joy flared up inside her: "Do you think what I said makes sense?"
Facing her face full of joy, Maxwell Saxon found it hard to deny her.
In reality, he was very pleased that she was considering his situation, but once he decided to do something, he would never change his mind.
Moreover, he had no way out.
It was either life or death. Even if what awaited him ahead was a dead end, he had to walk it step by step.
Still, despite thinking this way, he couldn’t bear to reject her goodwill.
He nodded, lied to her, and said with a smile, "Mm, what you said makes a lot of sense. I’ll think about it."