Chapter 2: Trampling on Dignity!
Maxwell was surprised. Greta rxed her tightly frowned eyebrows as her lips curled up. She kicked
off her red high heels, lifted her slender, smooth legs, put her exquisite feet in front of Maxwell, and
said condescendingly, "What? You''re unwilling to do it?"
"I... Of course, it''s my pleasure!" Maxwell realized what was happening and rubbed his hands in
excitement and joy!
How could he be unwilling to do so! This was what Maxwell dreamed of!
Now it was Greta''s turn to be dumbfounded. Not only did the guy not feel humiliated, but he also
seemed to be quite happy?
Before Greta could speak, Maxwell reached out and grabbed her warm feet.
This was his first physical contact with Greta in three months!
Just then, Greta''s phone rang. The youngdy picked it up and frowned again.
"No way! I would rather die than let him get his way! Tell him to go to hell!" Greta shouted coldly and
hung up the phone. She threw her phone aside angrily, her exquisite face icy.
A pair of warm hands held Greta''s feet. The rough palms rubbed and reddened them. Thefortable
warmth spread all the way up to her ankles and gradually calmed her down.
Maxwell lowered his head and gently massaged her perfect feet. He looked up and thought about what
Greta had said on the phone as he watched the youngdy frowning in frustration.
The man looked down again with an unreadable look in his eyes. ''Who is it? Who makes Greta so
angry? Who dares!''
Maxwell married into the Sandoval family because of a coincidence.
Maxwell owed the Sandoval family a favor! He was abroad at that time, terribly injured, and facing a
serious crisis. It was Greta who saved him. She even asked her grandfather, a senior official in Beijing,
to take a great risk to shelter him.
Greta''s grandfather learned of Maxwell''s identity then, but he did not tell Greta about it.
Maxwell had been in such an awkward position, but now he had changed a lot. Greta, however,
seemed to have forgotten about that.
Maxwell turned out to be a good massager who had perfect control of strength. Even professional
masseurs were unable topare to him.
His massage gradually came into effect. After a whole day''s work, Greta was so tired that she leaned
against the sofa and fell asleep very soon.
Maxwell carefully massaged the youngdy, who was sleeping peacefully with smooth, gentle
breathing.
He massaged her for a long time. After Greta fell into a deep sleep, he smiled and gently put down her
legs. Watching the exhausted, gorgeousdy with ck hair on her shoulders, Maxwell couldn''t help
but feel sorry for her.
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No matter how powerful Greta was, she was still a delicate woman. Such a perfect woman was a
present from God.
He picked her up gently and walked towards the bedroom.
After cing her on the soft Simmons, a doting smile touched his face.
Suddenly, Maxwell froze. He turned to theputer on the desk, his eyes shining with a sharp cold
light.
The man walked to the desk and turned on theputer. He cracked the password easily and got into
the desktop.
A momentter, Maxwell was surprised to find a line of code on the screen. There was something
unreadable in his eyes.
He couldn''t be more familiar with this code.
Last year, aputer virus had gone rampant in the Western cyber world, keeping the top ten
cybersecurity agencies overseas busy for days and nights. But they still failed to figure the solution out.
Not long after, the agencies heard that the virus would disappear automatically if they paid a ransom of
10 billion.
The agencies were furious at the ckmail and rejected it outright.
As a result, on the night of the refusal, all thework security agencies and servers copsed,
shocking the whole world.
It wasn''t until the agencies handed over 10 billion that the virus quietly disappeared and the online
world overseas returned to normal.
It took half a year for thework security organization to decipher the virus, which originated from a
mysterious line of code.
And now, the code was in Greta''sputer!
Greta''sputer camera was flickering with a faint red light, showing that it had been controlled by a
hacker.
Everything in Greta''s bedroom was monitored.
As the famous beauty president in Ocean City, she would be easily defamed if the hacker revealed
something about her in her bedroom.
Maxwell turned his head and looked at the youngdy lying peacefully on the bed. Deep in his eyes,
there was a touch of coldness.
After walking out of the bedroom, Maxwell took out his phone and dialed a number.
"What happened, boss? Are you going to have a drink with me? I have an appointment with ady from
the European royal family tonight. Shall I invite her to join us?" said the man on the other end of the
line. It was the young man from this afternoon.
"I''m not avable. My wife should be in trouble," Maxwell said slowly and peacefully in an icy tone.
The young man seemed to be surprised for a short while before he replied with anger, "Who dares to
trouble Greta?"
"Herputer has been infected with a Trojan virus. I suspect there are some eavesdropping devices
in the house," Maxwell said.
"The Trojan virus? We took it all backst year. How could there be another? Those who use Trojan
virus are never ordinarypetitors!" The young man sounded astonished.
Maxwell narrowed his eyes. "Go and find out who has the bestputer skills in the Sandoval Group."
Momentster, Maxwell''s phone rang again and the young man''s voice came from the phone. "Boss, I
found out two suspects in the Group. One is Greta''s secretary, Melissa Lloyd, who graduated from the
Cybersecurity Academy and the Business School with two degrees. The other is Bess Rusk, the
director of the cybersecurity department."
"I see." Maxwell''s eyes were cold as he hung up the phone.
Then he walked around the house, examining every nook and corner of the house without leaving any
trace.
Soon, Maxwell found the eavesdropping devices from the phone in the living room and themp in the
bedroom.
"Bess, interesting..." His lips curved into a faint smile as he threw the devices onto the ground and
stomped on them, crushing them into pieces!
...
Late at night at the Sandoval Group...
Colleagues on duty left one after another. When passing by an office, many of them would show a
trace of respect when they looked through the window at a beautiful figure working hard there.
Everyone in the Sandoval Group knew that the beautiful woman was the top-notch genius and the
hardest-working person in the Group.
After a long time, the woman let out a breath, stretched herself before she turned off theputer,
stood up with an exquisite bag, and walked towards the office door leisurely on her thin high heel.
Suddenly, she slowed down because of a clicking voice sounds in the darkness. It seemed to be the
voice of a lighter.
She turned around at the sound''s direction and was surprised to find a man standing at the corner of
the office with small me dancing on his hand.
"Ms. Bess, you''re, as rumor has it, a workaholic. No wonder President Greta praises you." Maxwell lit a
cigarette and slowly breathed out a mouthful of smoke with a smile.
"Who are you?" Bess looked vignt and surprised at the man popping out from nowhere.
"Are you ... Sandoval''s friend?" Bess put down her guard and walked slowly towards the man.
"Ms. Bess, there are some things I want to ask you about," Maxwell said evenly. His significant gaze
unsettled Bess as it looked like he had seen through her.
"What is it?" Bess paused.
"When a Trojan virus is nted in aputer, how should I get rid of it?" Maxwell looked at Bess.
Bess trembled. "Trojan virus? I don''t know what a Trojan virus is..."
"Oh?" Maxwell stared at Bess and said meaningfully, "If you don''t know what Trojan virus is, how did
you nt a virus in the president''sputer?"