Scarlett Yates looked at him skeptically, "Maxwell Saxon, can you handle it? Don't buy the wrong tickets."
She guessed that ever since Maxwell got to the Saxon Family, he probably hadn't been to places like this.
Wherever he went, he either used a private car or a private jet. Even if tickets were needed, assistants would handle such matters. For him to line up to buy tickets was truly a rare sight.
Maxwell smiled confidently, "If I can't do such a small thing well, then I'm useless. Just relax and wait in the café. I promise we'll reach the snow mountain in two hours."
"Alright then, I'll wait for you over there."
The café was right across the street. Scarlett turned and walked a few steps before suddenly remembering something.
Initially, when Maxwell said he'd buy the tickets, she felt something was off but couldn't recall what it was.
Scarlett turned around and looked towards Maxwell.
