Maxwell Saxon chuckled lightly, "Finding out your phone number isn't difficult. I thought you might ask why I called you."
She did want to ask, but he had preemptively voiced it before she could.
"Then why did you call me?" She tightened her lips, her tone unfriendly.
This man, who used to merely greet her indifferently when they met, had been acting extremely abnormally lately.
"Have you resigned?" Maxwell Saxon retorted.
"How do you know?" Scarlett Yates asked immediately, her expression changing slightly, and then asked, "Did you come looking for me?"
Maxwell Saxon remained silent, which was as good as an admission.
Scarlett Yates was startled again, her back suddenly felt cold, as if it was soaked in chill.
What exactly does he want?
His recent frequent search for her was so relentless that it started to scare her.
She couldn't guess what he intended, but she could surmise it wouldn't be anything good.
She seemed to have caught Maxwell Saxon's attention.
