Chapter 63: Domestic Affairs of the Sandoval Family
Coldness permeated the room unknowingly. Andreas shivered violently and his expression gradually
became cold and ferocious.
His handsome face seemed to be distorted. When he stared at Greta and Maxwell, a trace of cold light
shed across his eyes.
Maxwell and Greta were being way too intimate with their arms held together tightly. Maxwell took the
opportunity to reach out his big hand to grasp Greta’s soft hand. Feeling the tender skin on her hand,
he rubbed it continuously…
Although Greta was m on the surface, she felt butterflies in the stomach, so she could only force a
smile before asking, “Mr. Andreas, is there any problem?”
“He’s your husband?” Andreas pulled himself back. With the wine ss in his hand, he lifted his leg
and strode forward, exuding an imposing aura towards Greta.
Greta’s fine hairs rose and her expressions became serious… Judging from Andreas’ reaction,
apparently he was bearing some bad intentions!
Just as Andreas’ imposing aura was about to envelop Greta, Maxwell suddenly reached out to grasp
Greta’s little hand, which dissipated the fierce aura.
“It’s okay.” Maxwellforted Greta in a soft tone.
Greta nodded. Greta, who had always been indifferent and aloof, was touched by Maxwell’s sudden
action and her heartbeat quickened.
Nevertheless, Andreas’ face became even more cold and hideous… Maxwell and Greta’s intimation
was a humiliation to him!
In other words,paring to have a marriage with him to unite the two families, Greta would rather to
live with that son-inw who was good for nothing… He, Andreas Sandoval’s consent to marry Greta
was an honor for Greta, whose family was much inferior to his, but Greta humiliated him by marrying
this nothing-for-good!
Andreas’ hand that was holding the ss trembled more violently. All of a sudden, he loosened his
grip, causing the wine ss to fall down to the ground.
“Bang!” The crisp loud sound broke the silence that had been prevailing in the dining hall.
“Sorry. It idently slid down.” Andreas’ cold and hideous expression was reced by a calm look and
he curled his lips into a light smile.
Maxwell, who was standing aside, nced at Andreas meaningfully. This Andreas’s characteristics
were bing weirder and more unpredictable.
“Have a seat please.” Andreas walked over the table and pulled out a chair.
“Thanks.” Greta walked towards the table and sat down.
Nevertheless, she nced at Maxwell and found there was no more vacant seat.
“I hadn’t expected that Greta would bring you here today, do I didn’t prepare your seat.” Andreas was
still smiling, “But it doesn’t matter. I’ll call someone to add a seat for you.”
Andreas pped his hands. Two servants walked over carrying a chair and put it opposite Andreas’
seat.
“Seat yourself,” said Andreas ndly.
Maxwell nced over the chair and found that it was shorter than other chairs. If he sat on it, he would
look lower than others.
This was an inexplicit humiliation, but Maxwell couldn’t find any excuse to refuse this.
Withposure on his face, Maxwell sat down into the chair as if he didn’t care about this at all.
Greta, who was sitting aside, slightly furrowed her brows. But she didn’t say anything.
When everyone had seated themselves to have dinner, Andreas cut a piece of steak and asked with a
smile, “Mr. Maxwell, I heard that you have some insights into western food.”
“I know a little about it.” Maxwell gave him a faint smile.
“Western food… Have you gone abroad?” Charlie asked.
“I once worked overseas.” Maxwell nodded and answered the question truthfully.
“Well, I thought you were from a rich family, but it turns out that you’re just a poor worker who works
abroad.” Andreas’ eldest aunt, Alison Sandoval, smiled and joked in a mocking tone.
“Maxwell, since you’re Greta’s husband, I should be regarded as one of your seniors.” Charlie smiled.
There was suddenly a dramatic change in Maxwell’s attitude. “Uncle Charlie.” He said with an
ingratiating smile.
“Oh, don’t address me ‘Uncle Charlie’, I don’t deserve this address. I just want to ask you about how
you and Greta knew each other.” Charlie fixated his gaze on Maxwell.
Greta shivered slightly as she was overwhelmed by nervousness. She hadn’t expected that Charlie
would interrogate Maxwell on the family feast. What’s more, it was really hard to answer such a
question.
If Maxwell failed to find a perfect excuse and gave away himself, and therefore Andreas, who had
always been careful, and Charlie, discovered something, they would get something to threaten them.
Greta reached out her hand under the table and tugged Maxwell’s cloth, trying to suggest him.
Nevertheless, Maxwell seemed to have not noticed it. He raised his ss andughed, “I and Greta
first met in an art gallery.”
“Art Gallery?” Charlie was stunned for a moment. He was very surprised.
Even Greta was dumfounded. She nced over Maxwell with confusion.
“Everyone, do you remember the news report about the counterfeit of Middel’s famous painting on the
auction several days ago? I and Greta was attracted by the other famous painting ‘Sunset Glow’ of
Middel in an art gallery back then. She was fascinated by the sunset glow in the picture. She wondered
whether if she could see such amazingly beautiful sunset glow one day in reality. While I was interested
in the painting skills used in the picture as it had soft lines. Although the reasons why we were
fascinated by it were quite different, this didn’t stop us from getting to know each other.”
Greta zed over with a weird look. She was quite clear that what Maxwell was making up story just
now, but the painting that he mentioned was real. Plus that Maxwell seemed to be a professional when
he was talking, people would easily mistake him for an art amateur.
Andreas’ eyes became more unfathomable, while Charlie nodded and said smilingly, “Looks like you
and Greta have great chemistry.”
Charlie turned around to look at Greta and asked, “Greta, have you doing well in Ocean City recently?”
“All things went well.” Greta replied in a t tone as if she was talking to a stranger.
“Greta, I know you still have resentments in mind due to that thing. But that thing happened among
your seniors, and the young generation should not be involved in the grudges among the previous
generation…” He then suddenly moved to the next topic and implied, “Greta, since you chose to attend
this family feast today, it means that you still want toe back to the capital city…” Charlie continued
slowly. But his tone gradually became stern with a trace of indisputability in it.
“We all know your difficulties. As long as you transfer all your shares of the Sandoval Group to us, you
can leave the rest to Andreas.” Charlie added, “Don’t forget this. You’re an offspring of the Sandoval
family.”
“Greta, I’ve given you numerous chances, and this is thest one.” Andreas said in a low voice.
“Don’t try to persuade me any longer. I won’t transfer my shares, unless you tread on my dead body.”
Greta blurted out in a firm tone.
Andreas narrowed his eyes. Charlie threatened her in an oppressive tone, “Greta, I’m showing mercy
to you regarding our past. Don’t push me to… Carrot or stick, it’s your pick!”
Greta smiled lightly, “Do I have any other choice since I stepped into this vi?”
“Don’t talk nonsense with her. She’s just the daughter of a bastard son, where’s her gut to challenge
us? Even if her dad is here, he would have to kneel down respectfully to admit his mistake.” Allison
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suddenly stood up and interrupted in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Shut up.” Maxwell, who had remained silent for a long while, suddenly shouted and nced over her
coldly and indifferently.
“Who do you think you are? You’re not eligible to talk here. Fuck off. Just stand aside!” Cecilia
Sandoval, Andreas’ second aunt, snapped while pounced towards Maxwell.
“Fuck off?” Maxwell looked over with a teasing and ironic look.