Seeing her look of impatience and extremely cold demeanor, Maxwell Saxon pressed his lips tightly, his eyes darkened, and his hand unconsciously gripped the edge of the table: "It's just the duration of a meal, Scarlett, accompany me for dinner, and I'll tell you what you want to know."
Just as he finished speaking, the waiter brought all the dishes he ordered.
Scarlett Yates saw his spiritless look, dark circles under his eyes, and exhaustion between his brows. Remembering that he said it took him two days and nights to reach Fort City, she hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded patiently: "Okay, I'll wait for you."
It wouldn't take much time to finish a meal.
She might as well wait for him to finish eating.
In fact, even if she didn't want to accompany him, she had no choice.
This man, on the surface, seemed gentlemanly and appeared to respect her wishes, but when the people he brought blocked her, he didn't try to stop them, did he?
