She frowned, her tone not very good, with a hint of annoyance, "Why haven't you left yet?"
"There's a banquet tonight." Maxwell Saxon looked at her as if issuing a command, "You're going with me."
"Sorry, I don't have time." Scarlett Yates rejected him without even thinking.
She opened the security door, went inside, turned on the light at the entrance, changed her shoes, and was about to close the door.
Maxwell Saxon frowned slightly, "Scarlett, I need a female companion."
"Young Master Saxon, do you really lack female companions? As long as you say the word, I believe this problem can be instantly solved. Besides, don't you already have a beautiful and gentle fiancée?"
"I want you to go, I hope it's you who goes." His dark eyes fixed on her, revealing that kind of expression that made Scarlett Yates feel nervous and uncomfortable, "Aren't you going to repay my kindness? Consider this as you returning a favor to me."
He brought up the debt of gratitude…
