Scarlett Yates nodded in sudden realization, "I guess the lady who gave you her seat asked for your phone number, right?"
Faced with such an attractive man like Maxwell Saxon, it's hard for any woman to refuse his requests.
To buy the ticket in advance, Young Master Saxon even resorted to using his charm, all so she wouldn't have to wait too long.
Maxwell thought for a moment and nodded, "She did ask, but I didn't give it to her."
Scarlett added, "She must have been very disappointed then."
"I wouldn't know."
"Was she pretty?"
"Didn't pay attention."
"So you're saying you don't even know what she looks like?"
"Generally speaking, I don't have much impression of most women's appearances."
When talking about the woman who gave up her seat, Maxwell's tone was very indifferent.
Scarlett sighed inwardly; after all, the woman gave up her seat, yet he doesn't even know what she looked like.
If she were that woman, she'd be so mad.
