"Old Master Saxon, you called me here to tell me something?" Her tone unconsciously carried a hint of respect, as if this was natural in front of Roy Saxon.
Who could blame her when the other's aura was so overwhelming.
"Old Master Saxon?" Roy Saxon frowned slightly, turned around, a hint of a smile in his eyes, "You should call me Uncle."
Scarlett Yates hesitated for a moment, then called again, "Uncle."
Roy Saxon nodded with satisfaction.
His gaze once again fell on her face, peaceful and gentle, as it moved down from her brows, slowly scanning every part of her face, finally returning to her eyes with a complex and indistinguishable look.
He looked into her eyes, was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "You really look like your mother."
Especially her eyes, they were exactly the same as her mother's.
He still remembered the first time he saw Autumn Spencer; her eyes were just as clear and bright, without a hint of impurity, like the brightest gems.
