Chapter 3: A Man with Stories
Bess looked calm, but Maxwell still captured a trace of panic shing through her beautiful eyes.
"Trojan? What Trojan? I don''t know..."
Bess asked, frowning. She didn''t look like acting.
Maxwell took a nce at the woman and smiled, "As the director of the cybersecurity department, Ms.
Rusk, you don''t even know about the Trojan virus?"
Bess trembled, but she still tried her best to remain calm. "Oh, you mean Trojan virus? I remember that
there was indeed a famous virus called Trojan overseasst year... But I''ve never seen it in China, let
alone nt the virus in the president''sputer."
"Ms. Rusk, the files on the USB sh drive you gave the president are carrying the virus." Maxwell
spread his hand, revealing the scattered electronicponents in his palm. "And the bug you nted
in the president''s house. Ms. Rusk, how long are you gonna pretend you don''t know?"
Bess stood there in a daze, looking shocked, terrified, and overwhelming.
He pulled a significant smile and breathed out another mouthful of smoke. "You are very smart. The
virus has never appeared in China, which makes you less suspicious. Besides, President Greta and
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you are far less close than she and Mr. Melissa. So even if it''s found out, Mr. Melissa would be much
more like a suspect. With your intelligence, it''s a pity that you''re just a director of the cybersecurity
department..."
"You... How did you find out?" Bess lookedplicated. What Maxwell had said sent a thrill of horror
through her.
Maxwell looked at the woman inposure. "It doesn''t matter how I discovered it. What''s important is
that you dide up with such a wless n. If it were someone else, they probably wouldn''t have
found out. Unfortunately, it''s me."
Bess would never know that the notorious Trojan virus that had ravaged overseasst year was written
by Maxwell!
The agencies refused to pay back the huge amount of money they had owed him, so Maxwell created
the virus as a warning to them.
Sure enough, he knew the code created by his own hands.
"No... No, you''re talking nonsense. I didn''t do anything!" Bess kept backing away in astonishment.
She couldn''t believe that Maxwell had seen through her perfect, rigidly calcted, and wless n!
Maxwell looked at Bess and said tly, "Recently, your father has received 20 million in his ount.
Considering your power, you have no chance of getting the money, unless you have nted the virus
in the president''sputer. What else did the Kramer Group ask you to do?"
Trembling, she was speechless. It never urred to her that Maxwell would be able to ess to her
father''s bank ount!
"Why did you do it?" Maxwell''s gaze turned sharp as he reached out promptly to grab Bess''s shoulder
and press her against the wall!
"What do you want?" Shaking, she bit her red lips. Her exquisite and charming face nched!
"That''s what you should ask yourself. You should know that even overseas, the crimes you have
"Let me go, please. I can give you all the 20 million," Bess looked despair. "I''ll promise you anything if
you let me go."
"Let you go?" Maxwell snorted. She had caused so much trouble for the wife of the Dragon Lord, how
could he let her go that easily?
"Please, let me go. The Kramer Group is threatening me. If I refuse, my younger brother will die."
Bess finally stopped suppressing her despair. Her voice was hoarse and somewhat sexy. "I''m willing to
do anything as long as you let me go..."
With that, Bess slowly took off her coat. Her white shirt wrapped around thedy''s curvy figure, and her
long hair fell over her shoulders, bringing out her sexiness.
It was obvious that she wanted to buy him off by sex.
Smirking, Maxwell unbuttoned her shirt one by one. A charming fragrance floated in the air.
Bess gritted her teeth and shivered. She closed her beautiful eyes, assuming that Maxwell had been
moved by her offer.
Suddenly, she felt her buttons copsed. She opened her eyes and saw the man holding the button.
"Who ordered you to do it?"
Bess replied in a trembling voice, "It''s the Kramer Group. They asked me to monitor President Greta,
and they even asked me to ce the bug on her, but I haven''t gotten a chance..."
"And their purpose?" Maxwell continued.
"Mr. Fabian of the Kramer Group has always drooled over President Greta. He ns to invite her to
dinner tomorrow night and asks me to drug her..." She took out a white bottle from her bag and handed
it to Maxwell.
"Alright, from now on, I don''t want to see you in the Sandoval Group again. Otherwise, you know the
consequences." Maxwell warned slowly and sharply.
Then he turned around. By the time Beth realized what happened, the man was long gone.
With such an attractive body, he did not take advantage of her?
Bess put on her clothes in a hurry and tidied up her messy long hair. After wiping away the tear, she
walked out of the office in a hurry with her body trembling.
Standing by the window of the office, Maxwell quietly watched the beautiful woman walking out of the
Sandoval Tower.
He looked down at the button in his hand.
Bess''s fragrance remained on it, which was very attractive.
The man stretched out his hand, cracked open the button, and took out a tiny electronicponent.
Another bug!
Maxwell had a stern look on his face. Bess might not even know that even she herself was
eavesdropped on by the Kramer Group!
...
The next morning, a ray of sunlight shot into the room from outside the window. Greta opened her
sleepy eyes and felt something was wrong.
"Good morning, President Greta." Maxwell walked into her room and greeted the youngdy with a
fawning smile.
"Didn''t I sleep on the sofast night? Why am I here?" Greta looked icy.
"I was afraid you might catch a cold on the couchst night, so I carried you into the bedroom... But
don''t worry. I didn''t take any advantage of you." As he exined, he kept looking at Greta''s body.
Hair messy, the youngdy without makeup looked touchingly gorgeous. Besides, the sheet didn''t
the sunlight.
"If you didn''t... Howe my clothes are missing, then?" She stared at him and questioned grimly.