Snow fell gently, landing on the two of them.
All around, it seemed to suddenly quiet down, the earlier playful and laughing sounds could no longer be heard.
The surroundings were utterly silent.
So silent that when Maxwell Saxon's phone rang, both of them were startled by the sudden sound.
Maxwell sat up, unzipped his ski jacket, and took out his phone.
Not knowing who the call was from, he stared at the phone screen for a few seconds, then frowned, and answered it.
"What?" Maxwell's suddenly cold voice caught Scarlett Yates' attention.
When she turned her head, Maxwell's expression was already quite grim.
His face was frighteningly dark, his gaze suddenly dropping to zero, a chill in his eyes.
Scarlett even saw a fleeting murderous look in his eyes.
"I'll get back immediately."
This call turned Maxwell into someone possessed by Satan in an instant.
After he hung up, his face was beyond grim, indescribably shadowed.
