Chapter 9: Coming from Beijing!


    Greta stood at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower with a towel around her shoulders. Maxwell, with his


    hands in his pockets, walked over from afar.


    "President Greta, are you alright?" Maxwell saw Greta and Melissa and asked. Greta and Melissa had


    just experienced an assassination, and they had lingering fear in their hearts. Their faces were pale


    and they could not calm themselves down even after for a long time.


    Greta nced at Maxwell. Although Maxwell said it out of concern, it made Greta feel even more


    disgusted.


    This coward hid himself at the critical moment, and when seeing that there was no danger, he showed


    up and cared for her.


    "Where did you go just now?" Greta nced coldly at Maxwell and asked in a questioning tone.


    "I called the police just now." Maxwell smiled tteringly and exined, "President Greta, I''m very


    worried about your safety, so I came to find you as soon as I finished calling."


    Greta looked coldly at Maxwell and she had a worse impression on his characters. The excuse he


    found was not reasonable at all!


    "It takes you so long to call the police? Are you serious?" Greta sneered disdainfully. She saw through


    Maxwell''s lies with a single ''nce'' and said with contempt, "Coward!"


    Then, Greta ignored Maxwell and turned around to leave. She rushed into the Sandoval Tower


    wrathfully on her high-heels.


    Greta''s high-heels desperately hit the tile, producing a crisp "clopping" sound, as if they were


    desperately venting their anger.


    Melissa looked at Maxwell curiously. She did not understand why Maxwell would enrage President


    Greta so much.


    Maxwell nced at Melissa. Melissa was very beautiful. She had a pure face like an angel. Her S-


    shaped body was extremely hot, and a white uniform wrapped around her curvaceous figure.


    Maxwell''s gaze swept over Melissa from head to toe, and he smiled embarrassedly. "Hello, Melissa."


    "Oh." Melissa answered. She turned around and followed Greta.


    After Greta walked into her office, she sat down in high dudgeon and took off her high heels with


    disappointment and coldness in her eyes.


    She did not expect Maxwell, her husband, to be so cowardly!


    During the danger, he abandoned his woman!


    The office door was pushed open and Maxwell followed Melissa in. He made a cup of tea and ced it


    on the coffee table in front of Greta.


    "President Greta, I''ve made you some tea," Maxwell said with a ttering tone.


    Greta looked coldly at Maxwell with loathing. She didn''t say anything. She was too disappointed in


    Maxwell! In her opinion, a man who would leave his wife on the verge of death was not worth trusting


    or relying on!


    From her point of view, Maxwell didn''t even deserve to be a man!


    In fact, she had seen through Maxwell''s nature clearly via this matter! She had decided to call her


    fatherter. No matter what, she had to get this guy out of her house!


    Seeing Greta''s long face, Maxwell tactfully stopped talking and found an excuse to leave the Sandoval


    Tower...


    Maxwell called the young man with cold eyes, "Find out if any of the opponents of the Sandoval Group


    have anything to do with Beijing. Today''s killer is from Blood de."


    "Blood de? They''re not staying in the west peacefully but set foot in China?" On the phone, the


    young man said with disbelief.


    Maxwell pondered. "The one who wanted to kill my wife is definitely not an ordinary person from Beijing


    because he has the ability to contact the Blood de."


    "Indeed, Greta is just an ordinary female president, but the mastermind actually went all out to have


    Blood de assassinate her..." The young man mulled over and said. Maxwell''s eyes were calm and


    cold.


    Blood de came from the west. As an overseas assassin organization, the heads and diplomats of


    manyrge countries were their targets. As long as the hirer paid enoughmission, they would have


    the confidence to deal with even the heads of the superpower, America!


    But now, Blood de''s target was only a female president. In the eyes of the young man, it was


    definitely overkill.


    "They must have some purpose for the Sandoval Group," Maxwell said indifferently.


    Maxwell returned home and did the chores for a whole day. In the evening, the Maybach was parked in


    front of the mansion.


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    A long leg was stretched out and Greta stepped on the ground. She got off the car with her long ck


    hair swaying in the air and she walked into the mansion.


    "President Greta, you''re finally back." Maxwell put away the duster and got up from the ground with a


    ttering smile.


    "Go change your clothes and we''ll go to my father''s ce." Greta coldly dropped a sentence, leaving


    Maxwell dumbfounded as she went up to the second floor.


    At Greta''s request, Maxwell took off his dirty white shirt and put on an expensive suit.


    However, even if Maxwell was in this expensive suit, he didn''t look elegant at all. Greta couldn''t help


    but sigh. With Maxwell''s face, he couldn''t be matched to this suit.


    Greta, on the other hand, chose a cream-colored dress, which served as a foil to her figure.


    "Let''s go." Greta looked at Maxwell and was even more certain that her decision of not bringing him to


    public was correct.


    Greta''s father, Derrick, was the chairman of the Sandoval Group. Naturally, the mansion he lived in was


    luxury as well.


    The vi Derrick lived in was especially big. It wasparable to those vis in Europe. Seeing from


    the outside, it was even more spectacr than Greta''s mansion. It had a luxurious open-air swimming


    pool,rge private gardens, and an apron next to the gardens! The vi had everything!


    "When my father built this vi, he hired dozens of top architects from all over the world for the


    construction. So, within a single vi, there are different architectural styles from worldwide," Greta said


    proudly in a sexy voice.


    On the surface, Maxwell was shocked, but in his eyes, there were no emotional fluctuations at all.


    Maxwell was very calm towards this mansion. This vi might be very shocking to others, but it was


    nothing to Maxwell.


    Maxwell had a sea-view vi in the Mediterranean Sea, an even bigger luxury vi in Colombia, a


    private manor in Belgium ... and an ind in America...


    Maxwell was no longer surprised by this. Every single one of his super luxurious houses overseas


    worth a sky-high price!