There are a lot of people on the bus.
After boarding, the only available seat was in the last row.
Scarlett Yates went over and sat down, and Maxwell Saxon followed closely behind her like a shadow, standing next to her seat.
Scarlett initially thought someone like him, who was always surrounded by luxury cars, would be uncomfortable on a bus. Maybe he'd want to get off after a few minutes.
But Scarlett was wrong again.
Since getting on, Maxwell quietly stood beside her. The bus was a bit old, crowded, and the air wasn't circulating well. Occasionally, strange smells wafted through from various directions.
Even Scarlett couldn't help but wrinkle her nose, but Maxwell didn't show any sign of disdain, not even a slight frown.
He stood there quietly, head turned towards the window, with a calm and composed look, as if he was enjoying the scenery instead of being on a crowded bus.
