Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 746: Does He Really Not Care?
Maxwell Saxon suddenly smiled, "Angela, are you still working for Matthew?"
Angela was taken aback.
Matthew Saxon chuckled, saying, "Isn’t it sad to be someone without freedom?"
Angela’s expression stiffened slightly, she forced a smile, "Young Master is joking, the Second Young Master hasn’t forced me to do anything, how could I not be free?"
Maxwell Saxon gave a noncommittal smile.
"Scarlett, are you ready? We can leave now." Maxwell Saxon no longer focused his attention on Angela, glanced inside, and called out softly.
"I...I’m ready," Scarlett Yates’s voice sounded a bit odd.
Soon, Maxwell Saxon saw her emerge.
He froze, a hint of surprise evident in his eyes, but quickly, he recovered, calmly watching Scarlett Yates walk towards him.
Scarlett Yates had given Angela the clothes and jewelry he had given her, but she herself wore a black dress which clashed with her style, and she had her hair styled into curls that resembled instant noodles, from the top to the tips, looking from near and far like a head full of instant noodles. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
Her makeup was even more outrageously thick, her face piled with heavy powder, her eyeliner rough and exaggerated, her eyebrows drawn cartoonishly, comical and ridiculous, her lips painted red like blood.
Her eyeshadow was in sparkling colors, thickly applied, covering her entire eyelids in silver.
As she drew nearer, a cheap and overwhelming scent of perfume assaulted the senses.
Maxwell Saxon could hardly believe that the woman who had dressed herself like a clown before him was Scarlett Yates.
But she was undeniably Scarlett Yates herself.
Clearly, she dressed like this purposely to embarrass him, hoping he would abandon the idea of taking her to the formal dinner.
Whose idea it was, hers or Angela’s, wasn’t important. What mattered was her display of reluctance to accompany him to the event.
Maxwell Saxon silently stared at her for a moment, "Let’s go."
"What?" Scarlett Yates’s painted face showed a hint of surprise, her cheap eyeliner quickly smudged, she blinked her panda-like eyes, doubting she’d heard right.
He was actually asking her to leave? After she’d dressed herself into such a ghastly appearance, he still wanted her to attend the dinner?
Oh heavens, does he truly not care?
Her appearance was so pitiful that even she found it unbearable, let alone others.
The dinner would host significant figures, and he was sure to bring a woman that looked like a clown to such a formal setting?
"What’s the matter, is there anything else you haven’t finalized?" Maxwell Saxon asked calmly.
As if he hadn’t noticed her exaggerated hairstyle, nor her overstated makeup and attire, his composure and calmness took Scarlett Yates by surprise.
Now, it was Scarlett Yates’s turn to stammer, "No, nothing, I’m ready, l-let’s go."
Maxwell Saxon’s overly calm demeanor not only surprised Scarlett Yates, but Angela also wore a face of astonishment, silently lamenting her miscalculation.
She had thought this image-conscious guy would fear embarrassment and find another companion, yet the "peculiar image" she’d spent two hours crafting for Scarlett Yates didn’t faze him at all.
Just now...he didn’t even furrow his brow.
Is this guy mentally alright? He’s sure about bringing a woman with instant noodle curls and bizarre, overly dramatic makeup to attend the mayor of City A’s birthday dinner?
