Chapter 70: Conquer the Ocean City


    Absalom locked his eyes on Maxwell’s back and his suspicions slowly arose. He felt like he had met


    Maxwell somewhere before yet he could not recall. Maxwell was sitting before him and was


    encountered by Absalom’s powerful aura as indestructible as a giant mountain. He looked at Absalom


    with a level gaze. Absalom was involved in politics and had a high position and it was no wonder he


    seemed oppressive. Yet that seemed to not exist for Maxwell. “May I know why did you ask that all of a


    sudden?” He smiled lightly.


    “Greta is my granddaughter. Although because of something, we’re drifted apart from each other, but I


    have seen her as my child, and I don’t allow a man whose background is unclear to stay beside her.”


    Absalom spoke ndly. Maxwell replied with thoughts. “You’re right.”


    “Therefore, although you’re introduced by my friend, and I know you have an unusual identity…I still


    need to be assured that you do her no harm,” Absalom said. He took the teapot gently and poured two


    cups of tea. Maxwell smiled. “Why didn’t you tell me these earlier?”


    Absalom fell into silence. As a matter of fact, Derrick had asked him to call for brilliant males to find the


    Sandoval family a son-inw back then, and one of his close friends who was also involved in politics


    had rmended Maxwell, a mercenary who had just returned from overseas. He did not think of it


    further and instantly agreed. Yet who knows the reason Derrick and Greta did that was because of the


    marriage agreement with Andreas, and as he asked his men to investigate Maxwell’s background


    shortly after Greta’s marriage, it turned out that they had found nothing!


    The men sent by him were all brightest elites in terms of investigation, in addition to his widework,


    even if it was a housefly, he was able to find out where was it hatched. Yet now, regarding Maxwell’s


    past experience or any other information were aplete nk! Without the past nor the future, it


    seemed that Maxwell never existed in this world, and there was no evidence to prove his existence.


    Absalom gazed at Maxwell. Starting from that moment, Maxwell’s identity had been a great mystery.


    “ording to my knowledge, with your strength, you don’t need to wait for as long as three months to


    do something to my granddaughter…Yet I still don’t understand why would you deign to stay by my


    daughter’s side without leaving her an inch…” he spoke. He knew nothing about Maxwell but he


    believed his best friend would not harm him.


    “Are you aware of the assassination happened in front of the Sandoval Tower a while ago?” Maxwell


    asked with a deep voice. “Yes, I am.” Absalom nodded. “Is there any need for me to send someone to


    investigate that?”


    “No.” Maxwell shook his head as he had already done so, yet what he got from the investigation was


    only the clue that the hirer came from Beijing. For Absalom, it would be much more impossible to get


    any more useful information. “A lot of people want to take your granddaughter’s life, that


    assassination…was just one of the ways,” he said profoundly. Absalom shuddered. He looked towards


    Maxwell and shot him a stern look. “Why?”


    “The port and the airport of the Sandoval Group, get it?” Maxwell stood up. Seeing Absalom still


    pondering, he said ndly, “Danger is everywhere around your granddaughter, even some forces from


    the overseas are ready to make a move. I suppose no one told you about these before? It doesn’t


    matter who I am…What’s important is your granddaughter is now in danger.” His voice was calm. He


    turned around and headed towards the exit.


    “Wait.” Absalom lifted his head and said with a serious look, “If Greta is alright, I’ll give you huge reward


    as a token of gratitude.” Maxwell stopped and smiled. “No thanks, I’m just here to return a favor.” As he


    finished, Absalom shot him a nce and stared at his back with a thoughtful look. “Favor…” He


    frowned and pondered, yet he could not recall the favor Maxwell owed him no matter how.


    His eyes fell onto Maxwell’s back and suddenly, the familiar contour made his memory retreated to a


    few years back. He shuddered and there was a drastic change in his expression. He seemed to have


    remembered something and his look towards Maxwell’s back was full of shock. “How could that be


    possible…you look so much alike…too alike…” His hand which was holding the teacup trembled as he


    had recalled someone who had had a simr back!


    That person was an unprecedented legend that could even shake the dark realm of the West from


    overseas. He had instilled fear and horror among the country leaders and countless international


    warlords. Due to a one time coincident back then, Absalom had made an acquaintance with him and he


    had left him an extremely deep impression. Yet the one before him was actually the live-in son-inw of


    the Sandoval family, and there was a vast difference between him and the horrifying character which


    could use any deadly trick. No one would have imagined him to the one due to the huge difference.


    As Absalom looked towards Maxwell once again, Maxwell had disappeared from his line of sight and


    he was nowhere to be found. Absalom took a deep breath and slowly heaved a sigh, trying to calm


    himself down. His eyesight must have failed. That great person was superior, how would he be willing


    to swallow his pride and get down from his throne? His eyesight must have failed with age. He had


    seen the one’s face with his own eyes and they were not the same person at all.


    No matter how great was Greta, she was only an underweight character that was admired anduded


    in this small city, whereas that person was a legend renowned overseas. When Absalom regained his


    mind, he noticed he was sweating hard and his shirt was drenched. His heart plummeted. After all


    these years roaming in politics, he had witnessed every unusual scene and had already developed a


    calm and firm attitude. Yet he had actually be that nervous just now.


    As Maxwell had left the conference room for just a while, Alison and Cecilia rushed inside and asked


    him, “Dad, what did you talk to him just now? You’re being mysterious…”


    “I just asked him where he got the prescription.” Absalom spoke ndly and did not tell the truth. “What


    did he say?” Andreas asked with a frigid look. “Same as what he had said before, an old Chinese


    doctor told him.” Absalom nodded. “See, I told you he doesn’t know medication. He was just being


    lucky to be able to grab the opportunity.” Alison snorted. “Fortune favors fools. He had a good luck, but


    he’ll run out of it next time,” Cecilia said, “Lennon hasn’t thanked him in person yet. Until then, he’ll


    make a fool of himself and Lennon would certainly detest a person who pretends to be knowledgeable.”


    A series of clickety-cking sounds of high heels stepping on the ground was suddenly heard from


    outside the conference room and a tall figure appeared at the entrance followed after that. The one


    who had a pale face and was wearing a uniform and an alluring skirt was no other than the secretary,


    Melissa Lloyd. “If anyone needs it, President Sandoval lets me take all of you to have a look around the


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    her fast and deep breathing.


    “Certainly. Since Andreas needs to take charge of the Sandoval’s in the future anyway, it’s better to let


    him familiarize with the environment first,” Alison said with a smile and Melissa’s face froze. Take


    charge of the Sandoval’s? She did not understand. Is that what a rtive of President Sandoval should


    say?


    “It’s okay to have a look though.” Andreas nodded. His eyes were deep and calm. He took one step


    forward and was surrounded by a powerful unapproachable aura. Being the Young Master Sandoval of


    Beijing, the natural arrogance he carried waspletely disyed. He was born a king and the main


    aim for him toe to the Ocean City was to control the Sandoval’s and took charge of the port and


    airport of the Ocean City. He wanted to take down Greta at first as a stepping stone to get hold of the


    Sandoval’s, yet he did not expect Greta was reluctant to do that and rejected his offer. Therefore he


    could only conquer Greta one step at a time before being able to conquer the Ocean City!


    Meanwhile, Maxwell pushed open the office door and stepped inside the office. He saw Greta sitting


    inside the president office and was staring at him with cold eyes. Maxwell was startled at first, followed


    by a sense of guilt. He let out a wry smile and asked, “Is there anything I can do for you? President


    Sandoval.”


    “Sit down.” Greta crossed her arms before her chest and shot him an icy look. She asked out of the


    blue when Maxwell had settled into the couch, “So do you know medication or not?”


    “I…know a little.” He smiled tteringly. “An illness that was not well-diagnosed by so many


    professional doctors was actually cured by a random prescription you gave. Could you possibly be that


    amazing with just a little medical knowledge?” Greta sneered and wore a contempt smile. “When I was


    ying chess with an old Chinese doctor at a park back then, he met a patient and I was watching him


    when he prescribed the medicine. He said the prescription was passed down for generations…


    therefore I memorized it, since I have a good memory.” Maxwell exined.


    “Thank god your luck was good. If that person was dead because of your treatment, the Sandoval


    family would be doomed!” Greta waszy to go after it any longer and she heaved a sigh of relief, her


    heart seemed to be still fluttering with fear. “Does that person have a very big influence?” Maxwell was


    befuddled and seemed to not know anything at all. “Certainly. You could never imagine his identity.”


    Fear crawled up Greta’s face. “Luckily you’ve saved him, not harmed him.”


    “Then I suppose it might benefit you to promote yourself in the Sandoval family?” Maxwell said. Greta


    nodded, and suddenly thought of something, she looked towards him and asked, “What do you mean?”


    “Nothing. I just want to help you to gain status and dignity in the family so you won’t get humiliated and


    teased ever again.” Maxwell said with aposed and serious look, making Greta’s mind slightly


    drifted off. At that moment, even she did not realize it, her heart had leapt and it was the first time


    Maxwell’s words had moved her, even brought some tears to her eyes.


    Maxwell was the first to be willing to help her that way in her life. The Sandoval family had bullied her


    and Derrick for twenty more years, and no one had ever spoken up for her and her father. Yet now, a


    live-in son-inw that was greatly disdained had actually stood out to defend for her!