Chapter 43: Was this Guy Really a Driver?
The two bodyguards had pale faces as their gaze swept over these young masters. They could
recognize some of them, but they didn’t know about the identity of the remaining ones.
These young masters all had extraordinary backgrounds. They all hailed from an affluent family. They
were either the children of local business tyrants, or the sugar daddies of influential government
officials. None of them had a mediocre origin.
If their gathering was sighted, they would undoubtedly make the headlines in all the news outlets in
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Ocean City.
At that moment, the reason for their convergence… was to wee a single man?
How could this be possible? This was the first time in the history of Ocean City that such an urrence
had happened!
One of the bodyguards gazed intently at the ck BMW. He could hear his own heart beating wildly.
He was really curious about the identity of the person sitting inside the car. Who could warrant such
attention?
This sight was too otherworldly for these two bodyguards. They could hardly believe their eyes.
Suddenly, a long leg wearing a leather shoe emerged from the car as the mannded his foot on the
ground with a crisp sound.
A man came into full view in an instant. He was someone with enviable look. His looks alone could stir
up frenzy among women.
He was none other than Young Master Sandoval, who was being weed by various other young
masters
These young masters were normally full of themselves and they always behaved in a gay and
boisterous manner. However, at that moment, they could only look at Young Master Sandoval with
admiration and ttery.
This was because their elders had told them about Young Master Sandoval’s origin. They told the
young masters that he was from Beijing.
If they could get into Young Master Sandoval’s good book, their entire family business could improve in
leaps and bounds. The benefits were endless.
Even if some young masters were always unruly and stuck up, they knew about Young Master
Sandoval’s value after being reminded by their elders. They had to do their best to narrow the distance
between him and them.
They could probably guess Young Master Sandoval’s real identity, yet no one dared to voice out. If they
do that, the entire Ocean City could cease to be peaceful.
“Young Master Sandoval, please go ahead.” Young Master Wayne was at the forefront to lead Young
Master Sandoval.
“Young Master Sandoval, this hotel is the most luxurious hotel in Ocean City which is usually reserved
for country leaders or government officials. They are unavable for public usage. However, I have
pulled some strings, so the whole ce belongs to us tonight.” Young Master Wayne exined with a
smile.
Young Master Sandoval nodded while replying, “Young Master Wayne, you’ve done a good job.”
“Please don’t say that. You havee from Beijing all the way here; the journey must be taxing on
your body. Instead of holding a banquet, I rmend you to have some rest first.” Young Master
Wayne spoke very politely on the surface but his heart was pounding with excitement. He was grateful
for his own wits as he had reserved this hotel single-handedly prior to this moment. This provided him
with some leverage to close in on Young Master Sandoval. If he hadn’t set this into motion, he would
be no different from the other young masters following behind him.
“I’m here to meet someone.” Young Master Sandoval scanned the banquet hall as he slowly uttered
these words.
“You don’t need to worry about that. Young Master Sandoval, let me bring you to your presidential suite
to rest first.” Young Master Wayne said with a wide grin on his face.
Not so long after Young Master Sandoval arrived, a Maybach S-ss sped through the veil of night
and through the illumination ofmp posts lining the highway. Maxwell was driving carefully as he
asionally stole a nce through the rear view mirror. Greta was seated with her legs crossed in the
back seat. He was motionless with her eyes closed, seemingly enjoying her little nap. Her silky smooth
hair was pressed by her back. She bore a face which was always fascinating to look at.
Maxwell could detect a tiny hint of nervousness from Greta’s imperceptible expression. This was the
first time in three months Greta was being so nervous.
Maxwell continued to stare at her, and his gaze slowly travelled down to her legs. Her pair of slender
legs were too delicious a sight. Her long legs looked smooth and soft, and he could never get enough
of it…
“Focus on driving. I’ll gouge out your eyes if you continue to stare like that.” Suddenly, a cold voice akin
to a sharp de pierced through Maxwell’s eardrums. Maxwell jerked upwards and saw that Greta was
looking at his reflection with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
Her gorgeous gaze was threatening to tear him apart at any moment.
“As you wish.” Maxwell smiled sheepishly and immediately turned his gaze onto the road.
When they reached the entrance of the hotel, the Maybach rolled to a stop. The car door was opened,
and Greta got out of the car by stepping on her high heels. She disappeared into the entrance after
that.
When Maxwell had parked the car properly, he went ahead to follow her footsteps. However, he was
stopped by the two bodyguards manning the entrance.
“Who are you?” The bodyguards studied Maxwell while asking him.
“I am Greta’s driver.” Maxwell answered.
“You’re the driver? Take the back door.” The two bodyguards exchanged a nce before replying him.
Maxwell froze for a moment before countering with his own question, “Why does the driver need to go
in through the back door?”
“All the drivers went in through the back door. Are you thinking to go in through the front entrance?”
One of the bodyguards sneered, “You’re not qualified to do that.”
Maxwell squinted his eyes and scanned the two bodyguards. He asked, “What if I insist to go in
through here?”
“Then your leg will be broken.” The other bodyguard looked at him disdainfully. He couldn’t imagine that
President Greta’s driver would show up with such a poor attire. He wondered when was thest time
Maxwell had washed his attire?
Maxwell was looking unkempt, and he still wanted to barge into such a ssy ce.
“Shouldn’t you get lost now?” The bodyguard barked.
A cold expression shed across Maxwell’s face as he slowly retorted, “When I am done with official
business, I will have a good talk with you guys.”
The two bodyguards scoffed disdainfully. With Maxwell’s fragile frame, he really had no right to boast.
He was just bluffing. There’s no way he could do any damage to them. He looked like he could topple
when the wind blew at him.
Maxwell went in through the back door. He passed through the kitchen and immediately entered a
private suite. There were many men who were dressed in ck sitting inside, and the ambience was
very lively.
These were the private drivers of the VIPs who were participating in the banquet. The participants were
all big shot, so naturally these drivers would make sure they were dressed well to conform to the
asion.
Compared to them, Maxwell was wearing a shabby white shirt and he was wearing ayer of bullet-
ridden vest above his shirt. He looked like he was someone that had just returned from a warzone.
“Hey, there’s a new one joining us.” A smug-looking man who was holding a ss of red wine stood up
and studied Maxwell.
“Who are you working for?” The man was still observing Maxwell.
“Greta. I am working for President Greta.” Maxwell answered.
“President Greta?” The man was stunned momentarily but he followed up with an exaggerated
qualified to be her driver at all. Shouldn’t you take a long look at yourself in the mirror? You really think
that you are her driver?”
In the private room, the crowd burst intoughter. The whole ce was lively and jubnt.
“I heard that President Greta is a cleanliness freak, but this guy ims that he’s her driver? Nobody
would believe him!”
“If you don’t know how to pretend, please don’t do it at all. I figure he must have slipped in through the
back door and is probably scavenging for food…”
“Come one, I am the boss here. Toast me to a drink, and then get lost!” The man was somewhat drunk
as he bellowed arrogantly with whiffs of alcohol emanating from his body.
Maxwell simply stared at the man for some time before suddenly letting out a chuckle as heshed out
with his fist. He punch connected with the man’s jaw. It was a perfect uppercut!
The man crashed into the table with a loud sound before mbering up from the floor with a distorted
expression. He never though that this guy would make a move on him, seeing that he was the driver of
a high-ranking government official. He was the one calling the shots among these drivers.
“You are dead!” The man stood up with a grotesque expression on his face as he roared at Maxwell.
“Driver? In their eyes, you are worse than a dog, yet you are here bragging like you are worth
something.” Maxwell sighed with emotion, and his tone was infused with mockery.
“You are courting death!” The man rushed towards Maxwell, but he was sent flying by Maxwell’s casual
kick.
In an instant, a deep silence enveloped the private suite. The other drivers were trembling with fear
after witnessing Maxwell’s capability.
Was this guy really a driver?
He had easily defeated a man who was considerably taller than him. He didn’t sweat much at all.
They were just drivers, so they couldn’t do what Maxwell could do.
Maxwell scanned the suite before cing his hands behind him and exiting the suite nonchntly. He
was heading towards the banquet hall.
At the same time, Greta was in the centre of the hall. Although there were a lot of guests present, she
had be the focus of attention the moment she stepped into the hall.
At that moment, her beautiful features portrayed an image of calmness, but deep within her, she was
experiencing hyperventtion. She couldn’t bring herself to calm down no matter what she did.
Suddenly, a rough and hardened hand grabbed her smooth and tender hand. Greta turned around and
met Maxwell’s face head on.
She didn’t realize that this guy was already by her side.
“I am here, so you can be rest assured.” Maxwell started to speak, and his words were powerful
enough to calm Greta down visibly.
The next moment, there was an abruptmotion breaking out among the crowd. Greta peered at the
source ofmotion and saw that something was happening.
Aplicated look shrouded her perfect features at that moment.
He had arrived.