"Come here, Young Master, since it's your birthday today, let me serve you."
Maxwell Saxon bent down, lowered his head, and throughout the process of Scarlett Yates helping him tie the tie, he kept watching her.
Scarlett Yates tied that cheap red tie around his neck.
The benefit of looking good is probably that you look pleasing no matter what you wear.
Even with a cheap tie, it didn't diminish his charm one bit.
Once the tie was done, Scarlett Yates pretended not to notice Maxwell Saxon's gaze on her, stepped back a bit, and pointed to the mirror saying, "It's done, take a look yourself."
Maxwell Saxon's thoughts were not on buying the tie at all.
He merely came up with a random excuse, wanting Scarlett Yates to spend more time with him.
He chose this tie himself, so even if it didn't look good, he still liked it.
He turned around, took a quick glance at the mirror, curled his lips, and said with a pleased smile, "You chose well, I like it very much."
