Unintended by the speaker, but keenly heard by the listener.
That seemingly joking remark inadvertently guessed the truth.
Maxwell Saxon's expression stiffened for a moment, becoming a bit unnatural, but he quickly returned to normal, a thin smile on his lips, as warm as a spring breeze: "So many questions, who should answer first?"
A woman covered her mouth and giggled: "Did I really guess it right? Did you use some unconventional means on the young lady?"
An unusual light flashed in Maxwell Saxon's eyes, but he remained calm, smiling: "Why don't you tell us how Rainfield coerced and seized you? I've heard several versions, so many that I don't know which is true anymore."
He really knows how to divert attention.
With just one sentence, he shifted everyone's attention to the questioning woman.
The woman was taken aback, her face blushed immediately, and she playfully glared at Maxwell Saxon: "Maxwell, you're as cunning as ever, avoiding questions by dragging others into it."
