《Unrivaled Dragon Lord》 Chapter 1: Retirement of the Dragon Lord Chapter 1: Retirement of the Dragon Lord "The awe-inspiring Dragon Lord of the Western Dark World has retired!" "As an overseas legend, it''s surprising that he would give up all his power and choose to retire!" The news was like a bomb detonated in the Western Dark World! Everyone was shocked and suspicious, and talking about it... ... The Cubic District was the best and the most expensive residential area in Ocean City. N?velDrama.Org owns this text. In an upscale housing estate, a 500-square-meter mansion was the most eye-catching building in the neighborhood. In the mansion, Maxwell was standing in front of an extremely beautiful woman with a rag in his hand. The pretty, young woman sat on the sofa with her long legs ovepping, between which the narrow slit was evocative. She was Greta Sandoval, the famous beauty president of the Sandoval Group! Now, Greta looked coldly at Maxwell. Her exquisite face was icy as if she were interrogating Maxwell. "Under what conditions can you agree?" Greta moved her red lips and asked. Her cold, maic voice was thrilling. "Hone¡ª President Greta, it is not something I can decide. It depends on your father." Maxwell forced an awkward smile. He got a hostile re from her when blurting out the word ¡®honey¡¯, so he changed the address to President Greta. As Greta''s husband, he should have been envied by others. Not only was he the son-inw of a wealthy family, but he was also the husband of the perfect woman whom men were dying to marry. Each of these two identities was beyond the reach of countless men, but Maxwell got both of them. That, however, was not the case. Since he had married into the Sandoval family, for months, he had neither enjoyed a wealthy life nor slept with Greta. On the contrary, he had been working as a servant in the family. No one could be able to tolerate the past few months. Greta looked down on him and had tried all the ways she could to get rid of him. Now she was negotiating with him again. As long as Maxwell could leave, Greta would meet any conditions he asked. Greta red grimly at Maxwell with a frown as she said, "Your living expenses are now 20,000 a month. I''ll give you 20 million, a house in the downtown of Ocean City, and a Porsche. Everything is negotiable so long as you can leave." Greta didn''t like Maxwell at all. If he weren''t herwful husband, Greta would have kicked him out of the house long ago! In her opinion, how could an idler like Maxwell be good enough for her? She was even more confused about why her father and grandfather have suddenly decided to marry her to such a slob, who tried to live a better life by marrying a rich woman instead of working hard himself. Greta had protested with her father for countless times, but every time her lenient father had an unusually firm stance on this issue. He insisted that Maxwell was the person chosen by her grandfather and could not be changed. Thus, Greta could only try her best to get Maxwell to leave on his own initiative. She dismissed all the domestic workers and left all the housework to Maxwell. She never took Maxwell to any dinner parties, but to her surprise, the man neverined. Greta could not imagine how Maxwell had endured the past three months for that twenty thousand''s living expenses. In desperation, she could only have a showdown with him. In front of such a tempting offer, any reasonable person would say yes without thinking. But unexpectedly, Maxwell smiled ingratiatingly, "President Greta, did I do something wrong? Please tell me and I won''t do it again... We are married, and we have registered our marriage, so there''s no need for us to talk about money." Greta red at Maxwell, almost beside herself! There was nothing she could do about Maxwell. Obviously, this man was determined to stay. To split her family property in the future, he would not agree to any conditions! Unable to bear it any longer, Greta gnashed her teeth and walked out of the mansion in her high heels. "Get all the housework done before Ie back in the evening. If I find out a speck of dust, you know the consequences." Greta didn''t look back. Her icy order echoed in the mansion. "Alright." Maxwell watched as the beautiful figure walking away. She pounded her heels hard on the floor as if to vent her endless anger. A significant, fond smile touched Maxwell''s eyes. He bent down and wiped the floor carefully with a rag. Suddenly, a luxury car sped up from afar. With a brilliant, perfect drift, the Rolls-Royce stopped precisely in front of the mansion. This was the only Rolls-Royce with a white license te in Ocean City. No one else could own such a car, not even the Sandoval family. The Rolls-Royce was not only the symbol of wealth but also of status. The owner of this car enjoyed an excellent reputation throughout the whole country. After the car door was opened, a leg popped out, and a leather shoe pounded on the ground. A handsome young man dressed in a limited edition Armani suit walked towards the mansion. As he approached the building, through the huge floor-to-ceiling window, he saw Maxwell on his knees, carefully scrubbing the floor. The young man''s lips twitched, "Boss, are you sure you''re not going back to the west with me?" "Without you there, the entire underground world is in chaos." Instead of looking back, Maxwell continued to wipe the floor and said to himself, "I''ve made it clear that since the moment I retired, I would not interfere in the matters of the underground world. I have my own life now. You can leave." The young man smiled bitterly and lit a Cohiba cigar that''s rarely seen even in overseas. The full- bodied, amazing fragrance soon floated in the mansion. Watching Maxwell doing housework, the young man sighed, "Boss, you are regarded the God of War in the West and own half the world''s wealth. Why would you give up everything you have to do the housework?" "I just want to repay the kindness I owe to the Sandoval family. I don''t like to owe others favors." "But boss, do you really not care about overseas? Without you, the underground world isn''t peaceful "Aren''t you there? Didn''t I tell you to maintain order overseas?" Maxwell answered without looking back. "But without you in charge, other forces are making moves. Only the return of the Dragon Lord can intimidate them." "Do they need to be intimidated?" Maxwell''s gaze turned cold and dark, "Those who disobey should be killed without mercy!" The young man sighed in resignation. He shook his head and walked out of the mansion. "You win! Looks like you have forgotten about your brothers when you got a wife. So that''s it, boss. Keep in touch with us when you are free. I''ll be leaving." The young man walked out of the vi but suddenly stopped at the thought of something. He turned to look at Maxwell''s dirty shirt and smiled meaningfully. "Boss, you made your custom-made shirt so dirty. If Master Peters found out, he would probably burst a blood vessel, wouldn''t he?" Maxwell took a nce at his shirt. "Clothes? Isn''t clothes meant to be worn? Is it more important than scrubbing the floor?" The young man pulled a wry smile but didn''t say anything. In fact, he knew that the shirt would be much more expensive than the floor if they were auctioned off. But Maxwell was rich enough to squander. The subordinate knew his boss had arge wardrobe of such hand-made shirts. The Rolls-Royce let out a roar and disappeared from the entrance of the mansion. After Maxwell took off this custom-made shirt and casually threw it aside, the phone in his pocket rang. He took it out and realized that the phone call was from overseas. After Maxwell put through the phone, a fluent foreignnguage sounded on the other end of the phone. "Mr. Maxwell, we beg you to personally protect our general during his diplomatic visit. We are willing to give you half of our negotiated profits and will treat you as well as the general in Australia!" Without waiting for the other party to finish, Maxwell hung up the phone and mumbled disdainfully, "How dare an obscure warlord from overseas to have the audacity to seek my protection? Since when do I care about such a speck of ce?" After cklisting the number, Maxwell stuffed his phone back into his pocket and continued to clean the floor. In a quiet, solemn office abroad, a minister held a phone and smiled bitterly, "Deputy Prime Minister, he cklists us again... His temper is exactly what the rumor has said." The deputy prime minister''s expression remained unchanged. "Don''t be discouraged. With his status, if he can protect the general, we won''t need any bodyguards. He alone is enough." "Yes." The minister nodded respectfully, not dare to go against the Deputy Prime Minister. ... By the time Maxwell finished the housework of the mansion, it was already seven o''clock in the evening. As night fell, a pitch-ck Maybach S sped up and stopped at the entrance of the mansion. Maxwell heard the roar of the engine and hurried out of the building. The door opened, and an exquisite red high-heeled shoe stepped on the ground. Following a long, fair leg, a stunning young woman got out of Maybach. The moment she appeared, everything around was overshadowed by her breathtaking beauty. Even the beauty queens of Ocean City couldn''t match her. "President Greta, wee back." Maxwell greeted enthusiastically. Ignoring Maxwell, Greta walked slowly into the mansion in high heels. Obviously, she hadn''t cooled down yet. As soon as she sat on the sofa, Maxwell served her a cup of freshly made tea. "President Greta, you''ve been working all day. Are you tired? Please have a drink of tea." Maxwell pulled a ttering smile. Greta nced up at the obsequious man and felt sick. Maxwell had done a very good job at home these past few months. Even if Greta wanted to be nitpicky, she couldn''t find a single mistake. She asked Maxwell to kneel and clean the floor, wash the toilet, and to do housework. She forbad Maxwell to smoke or drink. The food he made could not be too salty and light... In short, she asked so much of him, but her ns all failed eventually. Maxwell promised not to smoke or drink and he lived up to his word. Many times she hade home early to catch him on the spot, only to found there was not a whiff of smoke in the house. She made Maxwell kneel down and clean the floor. As a result, every day she returned home, she found the 500-square-meter floor looked like it has been polished and was free from any dust. Greta had never seen any single domestic worker do such a great job. Maxwell left Greta no room toin. She couldn''t find anything wrong with him and therefore couldn''t get rid of him. Greta stared at the fawning, obedient man with her alluring eyes and got angrier and angrier. ''You can take it, huh? Alright! Then bear with it!'' Greta thought hatefully, and a wicked idea came to her. Sitting on the sofa with her arms crossed, she kicked off her expensive high heels and ordered coldly with those delicate red lips, "Come over and give me a massage." Chapter 2: Trampling on Dignity! Chapter 2: Trampling on Dignity! Maxwell was surprised. Greta rxed her tightly frowned eyebrows as her lips curled up. She kicked off her red high heels, lifted her slender, smooth legs, put her exquisite feet in front of Maxwell, and said condescendingly, "What? You''re unwilling to do it?" "I... Of course, it''s my pleasure!" Maxwell realized what was happening and rubbed his hands in excitement and joy! How could he be unwilling to do so! This was what Maxwell dreamed of! Now it was Greta''s turn to be dumbfounded. Not only did the guy not feel humiliated, but he also seemed to be quite happy? Before Greta could speak, Maxwell reached out and grabbed her warm feet. This was his first physical contact with Greta in three months! Just then, Greta''s phone rang. The youngdy picked it up and frowned again. "No way! I would rather die than let him get his way! Tell him to go to hell!" Greta shouted coldly and hung up the phone. She threw her phone aside angrily, her exquisite face icy. A pair of warm hands held Greta''s feet. The rough palms rubbed and reddened them. Thefortable warmth spread all the way up to her ankles and gradually calmed her down. Maxwell lowered his head and gently massaged her perfect feet. He looked up and thought about what Greta had said on the phone as he watched the youngdy frowning in frustration. The man looked down again with an unreadable look in his eyes. ''Who is it? Who makes Greta so angry? Who dares!'' Maxwell married into the Sandoval family because of a coincidence. Maxwell owed the Sandoval family a favor! He was abroad at that time, terribly injured, and facing a serious crisis. It was Greta who saved him. She even asked her grandfather, a senior official in Beijing, to take a great risk to shelter him. Greta''s grandfather learned of Maxwell''s identity then, but he did not tell Greta about it. Maxwell had been in such an awkward position, but now he had changed a lot. Greta, however, seemed to have forgotten about that. Maxwell turned out to be a good massager who had perfect control of strength. Even professional masseurs were unable topare to him. His massage gradually came into effect. After a whole day''s work, Greta was so tired that she leaned against the sofa and fell asleep very soon. Maxwell carefully massaged the youngdy, who was sleeping peacefully with smooth, gentle breathing. He massaged her for a long time. After Greta fell into a deep sleep, he smiled and gently put down her legs. Watching the exhausted, gorgeousdy with ck hair on her shoulders, Maxwell couldn''t help but feel sorry for her. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. No matter how powerful Greta was, she was still a delicate woman. Such a perfect woman was a present from God. He picked her up gently and walked towards the bedroom. After cing her on the soft Simmons, a doting smile touched his face. Suddenly, Maxwell froze. He turned to theputer on the desk, his eyes shining with a sharp cold light. The man walked to the desk and turned on theputer. He cracked the password easily and got into the desktop. A momentter, Maxwell was surprised to find a line of code on the screen. There was something unreadable in his eyes. He couldn''t be more familiar with this code. Last year, aputer virus had gone rampant in the Western cyber world, keeping the top ten cybersecurity agencies overseas busy for days and nights. But they still failed to figure the solution out. Not long after, the agencies heard that the virus would disappear automatically if they paid a ransom of 10 billion. The agencies were furious at the ckmail and rejected it outright. As a result, on the night of the refusal, all thework security agencies and servers copsed, shocking the whole world. It wasn''t until the agencies handed over 10 billion that the virus quietly disappeared and the online world overseas returned to normal. It took half a year for thework security organization to decipher the virus, which originated from a mysterious line of code. And now, the code was in Greta''sputer! Greta''sputer camera was flickering with a faint red light, showing that it had been controlled by a hacker. Everything in Greta''s bedroom was monitored. As the famous beauty president in Ocean City, she would be easily defamed if the hacker revealed something about her in her bedroom. Maxwell turned his head and looked at the youngdy lying peacefully on the bed. Deep in his eyes, there was a touch of coldness. After walking out of the bedroom, Maxwell took out his phone and dialed a number. "What happened, boss? Are you going to have a drink with me? I have an appointment with ady from the European royal family tonight. Shall I invite her to join us?" said the man on the other end of the line. It was the young man from this afternoon. "I''m not avable. My wife should be in trouble," Maxwell said slowly and peacefully in an icy tone. The young man seemed to be surprised for a short while before he replied with anger, "Who dares to trouble Greta?" "Herputer has been infected with a Trojan virus. I suspect there are some eavesdropping devices in the house," Maxwell said. "The Trojan virus? We took it all backst year. How could there be another? Those who use Trojan virus are never ordinarypetitors!" The young man sounded astonished. Maxwell narrowed his eyes. "Go and find out who has the bestputer skills in the Sandoval Group." Momentster, Maxwell''s phone rang again and the young man''s voice came from the phone. "Boss, I found out two suspects in the Group. One is Greta''s secretary, Melissa Lloyd, who graduated from the Cybersecurity Academy and the Business School with two degrees. The other is Bess Rusk, the director of the cybersecurity department." "I see." Maxwell''s eyes were cold as he hung up the phone. Then he walked around the house, examining every nook and corner of the house without leaving any trace. Soon, Maxwell found the eavesdropping devices from the phone in the living room and themp in the bedroom. "Bess, interesting..." His lips curved into a faint smile as he threw the devices onto the ground and stomped on them, crushing them into pieces! ... Late at night at the Sandoval Group... Colleagues on duty left one after another. When passing by an office, many of them would show a trace of respect when they looked through the window at a beautiful figure working hard there. Everyone in the Sandoval Group knew that the beautiful woman was the top-notch genius and the hardest-working person in the Group. After a long time, the woman let out a breath, stretched herself before she turned off theputer, stood up with an exquisite bag, and walked towards the office door leisurely on her thin high heel. Suddenly, she slowed down because of a clicking voice sounds in the darkness. It seemed to be the voice of a lighter. She turned around at the sound''s direction and was surprised to find a man standing at the corner of the office with small me dancing on his hand. "Ms. Bess, you''re, as rumor has it, a workaholic. No wonder President Greta praises you." Maxwell lit a cigarette and slowly breathed out a mouthful of smoke with a smile. "Who are you?" Bess looked vignt and surprised at the man popping out from nowhere. "Are you ... Sandoval''s friend?" Bess put down her guard and walked slowly towards the man. "Ms. Bess, there are some things I want to ask you about," Maxwell said evenly. His significant gaze unsettled Bess as it looked like he had seen through her. "What is it?" Bess paused. "When a Trojan virus is nted in aputer, how should I get rid of it?" Maxwell looked at Bess. Bess trembled. "Trojan virus? I don''t know what a Trojan virus is..." "Oh?" Maxwell stared at Bess and said meaningfully, "If you don''t know what Trojan virus is, how did you nt a virus in the president''sputer?" Chapter 3: A Man with Stories 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 This is from N?velDrama.Org. 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. Chapter 4: Not That Simple Chapter 4: Not That Simple Surprised for a short moment, Maxwell forced an awkward smile. "Don''t worry, President Greta. I didn''t see anything." Greta looked down at her exposed, impressive breasts and got angrier. The damned bastard had stripped her to her pink bra and imed that he hadn''t seen anything! Greta looked up at Maxwell grimly and clenched her teeth, seething in anger. Not only had he carried her, but also took off her clothes. Most importantly, she had fallen asleep because she was too tiredst night. She had no idea what this bastard had done to her. She couldn''t remember what had happened. "Madam, breakfast is ready." Looking at her icy face, the man blurted out. "Get out. I want to change my clothes." Greta ordered coldly. "Alright." He gave her an obsequious smile and walked out of the bedroom. "Bastard," mumbled thedy. She always wanted to get rid of him, but never got a chance, which left her in a sulk. Soon, Greta elegantly went down the stairs in a light dress and sandals. Thedy was in excellent shape and the dress brought out her wless long legs. Maxwell knew he would never get tired of those legs. With a pair of sharp eyes, Maxwell automatically cast a nce at her alluring breasts under the thin dress. "What are you looking at?" Noticing Maxwell''s peculiar gaze on her, she scolded him in anger and embarrassment. "President Greta, I found that you look even more beautiful without makeup," heplimented with an ingratiating smile. Greta red at the man, almost turning nauseous because of her disgust for him. Greta took a nce at the hearty breakfast he had prepared. There were sandwiches, fried eggs, and meat porridge on the table. He almost made all the breakfast she knew. To make the breakfast, Maxwell had gotten up at five o''clock and had been busy for an hour. Few people in the western underworld were lucky enough to have breakfast cooked by the Dragon Lord himself. In the west, Maxwell had hired several top Michelin chefs to cook for his brothers. But his kindness, on the contrary, earned him more disdain from his wife. In Greta''s opinion, men should put their careers first and work hard instead of acting like Maxwell, who was willing to be a househusband in a wealthy family for the sake of 20,000 a month! Greta crossed her legs as she enjoyed the breakfast. "Don''t ever touch me again!" she warned coldly. "Alright." Maxwell nodded in ingratiation. Greta snorted and went on with her breakfast, though she didn''t have much appetite. She had no appetite because the issue of the Kramer Group hadn''t been resolved yet and it almost became her biggest concern. After taking a few mouthfuls of food, Greta put down her bowl, stood up elegantly, and said, "I''m having dinner with someone tonight and will be backter. There''s no need to prepare dinner." "Understood." Maxwell watched as the beautifuldy walking away from the corridor on the second floor. His ttering smile faded, reced by an unreadable one. ... At 9 pm, Fabian sat in the private room of the Shangri-La Hotel with his legs resting on the wine table. He flipped through pictures of Greta on his phone and smirked. Soon thedy would arrive, and Fabian was well-prepared already. He would adopt a civil move first. If Greta refused to spend the whole night with him, he would knock her over before bringing her to the room upstairs and doing whatever he wanted to her. Fabian had coveted Greta for a long time. He had courted her honorably at the beginning, but she did not even cast a nce at him. She kept in touch with him only because of their business partnership. Fabian stared at the curvy woman on the screen of his phone with a sinister smile on his lips. He was sure he would win the woman over tonight. He had heard that she was married, but it seems that she married a worthless husband. Fabian had never seen Greta with her husband. The man''s probably a good-for-nothing househusband! Fabian wondered if he should take some pictures of Grate to her husband after they had sex. He wondered if the man wouldin! Then the room door was opened. A female secretary at the door reminded Fabian, "Mr. Fabian, President Greta is here." "Let her in." said the man, standing up. Out of the corridor came the sound of high heels on the ground, and then a charming woman appeared at the door of the room. Greta walked in wearing a pair of exquisite silver high heels. Fabian''s eyes narrowed, desires shing in the depths of them. She was in a thin, ckce dress, under which her fair skin was almost visible. Her long, smooth legs were very attractive. "President Greta, wee. Please have a seat." Fabian rubbed his hands, his gaze almost gluing to Greta''s long legs. Greta walked over leisurely. Lured by her charming temperament, Fabian almost wanted to throw himself at her feet. "Mr. Fabian, what do you want from me?" Greta said in a maic voice. "I''ve been waiting for you for a long time. Sit, please sit down." Fabianughed heartily. He smirked as he cast a nce at her enchanting breasts. "I''ve heard about the famous President Greta for a long time. Now, I finally have the honor to meet you personally." After the two sit down, Fabian''s intense gaze disturbed Greta. "Actually, I would like to discuss the cooperation between the Kramer Group and the Sandoval Group with you. I hope we can achieve a win-win situation," said Fabian. "If the two of us team up to bid for thend downtown of Ocean City and develop it together... President Greta, there is a limitless prospect." Greta thought for a while and nodded. If they could work together, it would indeed bring great benefits to the Sandoval Group. "Sure, we can settle the details in the future." Her faint smile was rather charming. "It would be best if the twopanies could turn hostilities into friendship," she said.Owned by N?velDrama.Org. "Yes, cheers." Fabian raised his ss, gaze moving down her delicate face to her breasts. After several sses of wine, Greta''s fair face turned pink. He had offered her too much wine. "President Greta, it is not impossible to achieve cooperation immediately, as long as you reward me something." With that, he reached out and struck her chest. The alluringdy almost drove him crazy. "I''ll promise you anything if you sleep with me tonight." "That''s not gonna happen!" Greta sobered up at his words and gave him a cold look. "You''ve taken the drug. And you think that''s not gonna happen?" Fabian sneered. ... Not long after, in the room, Fabian watched Greta lying unconscious on the bed and smiled triumphantly. Greta waspletely unconscious now. She looked like a sleeping beauty. Fabian was excited. Tonight, Greta would be his woman and at his mercy! A huge bang pulled Fabian out of his fantasy. Fabian turned around and saw a man standing at the door. The door was kicked open by him! Fabian almost jumped at the sound. But soon, he calmed himself down and was a young man in a dirty white shirt with cold murderous eyes! Furious at the interruption, Fabian cursed immediately, "Who are you? Get out of here!" "Your murderer!" Maxwell answered coldly as he stepped into the room and appeared suddenly in front of Fabian! Fabian could only see a shadow passing by, and before he realized what was happening, he was kicked hard in the lower abdomen from the man''s powerful, merciless leg! There was a loud bang! Fabian was kicked away like a rag doll and smashed against the wall, his eyes scarlet with the sickening pain! The walls cracked shockingly and looked like a spider web! Fabian covered his lower abdomen in maddening pain! Maxwell, who looked very thin, seizes the other man''s cor and lifts effortlessly the man who weighs more than a hundred kilograms. "Who on earth are you?" Fabian stared fiercely at Maxwell. No one had ever dared to do such a thing to him! "I told you, I''m your murderer," Maxwell said slowly, his eyes bloodthirsty! "Punk, you want my life?" Surprised for a short moment, Fabian sneered, "Do you know who I am? No one dares to be so presumptuous in front of me in Ocean City! Do you think you can be safe if you killed me?" "If youy a finger on me again, I will have you drowned tomorrow morning by only a phone call!" Fabian warned fiercely. "Have me drowned?" Maxwellid his frosty gaze on him as disdain shing through his eyes. "I give you two choices now. You''ll personally apologize to the Sandoval Group tomorrow morning and stop your stupid ns... Or, your Kramer Group will disappear from Ocean City right now!" Maxwell suggested slowly. Fabian sneered at that. It turned out that he''s from the Sandoval Group. Fabian snorted, "The group will disappear just because of you? You don''t even know the status of the Kramer in the city before talking nonsense! You must be joking!" Fabian examined Maxwell, who was in a dirty white shirt and worn leather jacket full of bullet holes... How could such a man dare to threaten to destroy the Kramer Group! Fabian wondered how much longer the man could bluff. Chapter 5: How Could It Be This Loser? Chapter 5: How Could It Be This Loser? Maxwell dialed the phone and said, "I don''t care what method you use, but I want the Kramer Group to disappear in a minute." "No problem, boss." It was the young man who had been at the mansion this afternoon. Fabian almost could not bear it anymore when Maxwell hung up the phone. He didn''t expect Maxwell was that good at acting! Fabian took out his phone. Just as he was about to call the security guard of the hotel to teach the ignorant man a lesson, his phone rang! Surprised, he nced at the screen of his phone, and his face changed! It was from Mr. Nahum, the most important partner of the Kramer Group. They had cooperated for five years. Without Mr. Nahum, the profits of the Kramer Group would shrink greatly every year! Just as Fabian picked up the phone, he heard Mr. Nahum''s furious use, "Kramer! What do you mean by that! You offended someone important and didn''t tell me! I don''t want to offend him. Our cooperation will be terminated immediately!" Fabian was caught off guard. He was confused for quite a long time. He did not understand why Mr. Nahum suddenly decided to end the cooperation with him. He even said that he had offended someone, but when did he offend anyone? Before Fabian could figure it out, another text message came, "Mr. Fabian, thepany''s server has just been hacked by a mysterious hacker. The server has crashed and our business secrets have been leaked. If ourpetitors get the information, all the cooperation projects of thepany in recent years will be voided!" Fabian''s mind went nk as he was overwhelmed by countless phone calls and messages! Fabian put through his phone again with a stern look and heard his anxious secretary reporting, "Mr. Fabian, thepany''s shares were attacked by the mysterious traders. The shares were sold at a low price. In less than half a minute, thepany had already lost more than a billion!" "Mr. Fabian, someone must be messing with us! We must have offended some big shot!" "Big shot?" Fabian mumbled nkly as he looked at Maxwell, who had a cold and sarcastic look on his face. Staring at his teasing expression, Fabian suddenly understood. A minute ago, none of this happened. But now, thepany was in a crisis! Fabian pointed at Maxwell, trembling. "Did you do it?" The other man''s mocking smile dragged Fabian into desperation! Fabian''s phone was about to explode because of the numerous phone calls and text messages. Covered in a cold sweat, Fabian got to chill! He looked at Maxwell with astonishment and horror! Maxwell was simply a devil from hell to him. He had destroyed the Kramer Group by just a single phone call! Fabian was chilled to the bond now. All of this was extremely frightening. Who on earth was this young man in front of him? Very few people in this Chinaad such an ability... The Sandoval Group should get him to help them! Maxwell turned to look at Greta, who was asleep on the bed, and shot a cold look at Fabian. "From now on, if I knew that you were in Ocean City, I would make sure you live in hell!" Fabian was shivering when he met Maxwell''s ferocious gaze! Fabian seemed to have seen the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in his eyes! Fabian finally believed what Maxwell had said before and was sure the man would live up to his words. Fabian wondered how many people this man had killed to have such a terrible look in his eyes! "I was wrong. I was so stupid... Sir... Please forgive me. I beg you!" Fabian knelt and pleaded. "Were you the one who ordered to use the bug?" Maxwell asked slowly. "Yes, but I was just following orders. An unknown courier sent me the bug and asked me to put the bug on Greta. They said it could help me." Shaking, Fabian told Maxwell everything. "An unknown courier?" Maxwell repeated. It seemed that Fabian wasn''t the only yer. There were even more forces involved... "Yourpensation to President Greta should be generous enough. If she is still angry tomorrow, you will know the consequences." Maxwell indicated evenly but dauntingly. Maxwell took out his phone again and put it down. Not long after, Fabian received a phone call, telling him the crashed server was repaired, the hackers left, and the traders stopped attacking them... But by then, thepany had suffered billions in losses! Maxwell walked to the side of the bed and looked at Greta, who was lying on the bed like an exquisite, perfect sleeping beauty. Smiling, he bent down, gently picked her up, and left the room... Only after Maxwell left did Fabian let out a sigh of relief and copsed onto the bed. He gasped for air with lingering fear. He would never forget what had just happened! Fabian had never heard of the man''s mysterious and powerful strength! ... A ck Maybach stopped at the entrance of the mansion. It was almost ten o''clock in the evening. The door opened and Maxwell carried Greta out before walking into the building and heading to her bedroom upstairs. He had a ruthless look on his face when he walked out of the bedroom. He took out the phone and instructed his subordinate, "Go and find out other opponents of the Sandoval Group. Thepany has been targeted." "Yes, boss." When Greta woke up the second morning, it was already ten o''clock. A dazzling golden ray of sunlight shot into the room through the window and shone on Greta''s long, sexy eyshes. Eyelids trembling, she slowly opened her sleepy eyes and stretched herself. She froze when her gaze fell on the clock. The youngdy rushed out of the bedroom and saw Maxwell cleaning the corridor. "It''s already ten o''clock, why didn''t you wake me up again?" Greta frowned. "President Greta, you drank too muchst night. I just want you to sleep a little longer." Maxwell smiled. "Wasn''t I in the hotelst night? Why do I wake up in my bedroom?" Greta asked hesitantly. Maxwell gave her an ingratiating smile, "You were drunkst night and called me to pick you up." "I did?" Greta was suspicious of what he said. She vaguely remembered that Fabian seemed to have said something disgusting to herst night. "How could I lie to you, President Greta?" Afraid that Greta would keep questioning him, he reminded her, "Madam, you could wash up. I''ve already prepared the towel and hot water." Greta knew what was more important. She red at Maxwell and walked into the bathroom with her appealing long legs. After taking a shower and wearing makeup, she put on her uniform and a pair of ck stockings, untied her long hair, and walked out of the vi leisurely on high heels. Maxwell watched the Maybach running away and curled up into a smile. His phone rang. He put through the phone. "Boss, the Sandoval Group is being targeted. Greta may have been attacked by assassins shortly, but I don''t have proof yet," the young man''s voice came. "I see." Maxwell hung up the phone evenly with an unreadable look on his face. Ocean City seemed to be peaceful, but the truth was never like that. Maxwell would never let go of anyone who dared to attack Greta! ''I can forgive those who hurt me, but I will never forgive those who offend my wife!'' Greta was driving the Maybach. Her secretary told her that Fabian had just arrived at the Sandoval Group and was waiting in the conference room to discuss the cooperation project. Greta was puzzled. The Kramer Group and the Sandoval Group had always been rivals on many projects. It could be said that the Kramer Group was the biggest enemy of the Sandoval Group. Fabian had said something disgusting to her several times, and what had happenedst night, when he sexually harassed her under the name of cooperation, was just one of them. But today, Fabian had changed and came to the Sandoval Group so early in the morning, which confused Greta a little. In the reception room of the Sandoval Group, Fabian paced back and forth anxiously. After what happenedst night, Fabian couldn''t sleep all night. What that ruthless man had said echoed so vividly in his ears that every time he thought of them, his blood froze. If he did not solve this matter today, he and the Kramer Group would be doomed! That man was not joking. Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open. Wearing a professional office outfit with long hair over her shoulders, Greta walked in elegantly on high heels, followed by a female secretary with a stack of documents. "Here you are, President Greta. I''ve been waiting for you for a long time." Seeing thedy, Fabian bowed humbly and politely. Greta was caught off guard by his reaction. She was a little confused. Last night, he was so rude to her, but now, he waspletely a different man. Puzzled as Greta was, she remained in a cold manner and snorted. "Mr. Fabian, if you came because of what happenedst night, I advise you to give up hope because I can''t agree with your conditions!" N?velDrama.Org owns this text. After she finished speaking, Fabian said very politely, "You must be joking. I was so ignorantst night and have learned my lesson from the young master. I''m here today to beg for your mercy. Please forgive me." "To prove my sincerity, all the profits from this corporation the twopanies should belong to the Sandoval Group. Besides, we''d like to offer you two pieces ofnd in the prime location of Ocean City. Please ept my apology and forget my rudeness. Everything is negotiable as long as you are not angry with me!" Not only did Fabian keep apologizing, but he also appeared very humble in front of Greta. He was no longer the arrogant, unscrupulous manst night. What surprised Greta even more was that Fabian did n to spend a lot of money on this, including all the profits from the cooperation project. It took her a long time to believe it was true. Looking at Greta''s shocked face, Fabian forced a ttering smile. "President Greta, if you have any other requests, just let me know. I''ll do whatever I could... If you are satisfied, please tell the young master that I have done everything I need to do." Greta stared nkly at the fawning man and felt surreal. She couldn''t believe it! "Alright, I don''t need any of these. I just hope that you''ll behave yourself in our future cooperation." Greta said as she looked out of the window with her arms crossed around her chest. "Yes, yes, definitely." Fabian chanted obsequiously. "And who is this young master?" she looked at him. Fabian paused before he asked, "President Greta, don''t you know? Last night, the young master told me that you must ept my apology. Afterward, he personally sent you back." "It''s him?" Greta had an odd look on her face. She remembered that Maxwell seemed to be the one picking her upst night. The next moment, Maxwell''s cheeky, fawning smile shed across her mind. But Greta shook her head and denied the idea immediately. How could it be him! She couldn''t associate the useless Maxwell with the ''young master''. Chapter 6: The Assassination Began! Chapter 6: The Assassination Began! When Greta thought of Maxwell, she gave up on this idea. In her impression, Maxwell was smooth-tonged andzy. How could this guy who would tolerate everything and even give up his dignity for a sry of 20,000 per month be the big shot that Fabian mentioned? If Maxwell knew who Fabian was, he would probably not dare to breathe! When she thought of Maxwell, Greta felt disgust. She wouldn''t believe him to be the person who can help her unless the pig flew! In Greta''s heart, thest person who can help her was Maxwell. "Did you see that person''s face clearly?" Greta asked. Fabian had a bitter face. How could he recall what Maxwell looked like? Last night, he was so frightened by him that he almost wet his pants. He didn''t have the mood to remember Maxwell''s appearance at all. Regarding Maxwell, Fabian''s mind was nk. "President Greta,st night, I was being lectured by Maxwell. I didn''t remember what he looked like. I only remember that his aura is very strong," Fabian said. "Got it." Greta gave up inquiring. The words ''strong aura'' couldn''t be used to refer to Maxwell at all. That man was definitely not him. After Fabian left, Greta crossed her arms around her chest and looked down at the CBD of Ocean City This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. through the huge floor-to-ceiling window. There were many high-rise buildings in the Ocean City. Greta''s charming eyes shed with doubt. Who was it that helped her? Who could possess such power that changed Fabian? Greta did not seem to know such a person. Sandoval Tower was located in the center of the Ocean City, and there were snack bars and coffee shops near it. A taxi stopped. The door was opened and Maxwell got off. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and he looked like a hooligan. He checked his surroundings and fixed his gaze on some passing girls in miniskirts. Maxwell smiled meaningfully and evilly as he looked at them with relish. He indifferently smoked. Although his focus was fixed on plump and luring female legs, his eyes were extremely calm without any desires. He seemed to have inadvertently had a nce of his surroundings, but deep in his mind, the location of street cameras and perfect ces for assassination was imnted. Maxwell exhaled a mouthful of smoke. He suddenly stood up and walked into a coffee shop. There weren''t many customers in the coffee shop where soothing music was yed. Maxwell ordered a cup of Blue Mountain Coffee, found a seat near the window and sat down. Maxwell deliberately chose a coffee shop facing the Sandoval Tower, and he could see the gate of the Sandoval Tower from where he was sitting. Maxwell enjoyed his coffee and watched the peopleing and going around the Sandoval Tower with thoughtful eyes. He smiled, and his gaze swept across the street. The surroundings of the Sandoval Tower looked normal, but it was terrifyingly quiet. There was an inexplicable coldness that caused people to shiver. A cleaner was cleaning the street with a lowered head and a mask on his face. A man was sitting on a bench by the roadside and was reading newspaper, and he glimpsed at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower from time to time. On the road, there was a ck car parked. The windows of the car were made of reflective ss, so no one could see who was in the car. Maxwell stood up and watched the situation with a meaningful look. His smile grew wider and wider. This was an assassination! It was a well-nned assassination! Clearly, these people were all disguised assassins. The information from the young man was true. Someone wanted to deal with Greta. And he would do it more subtly than Fabian! He wanted Greta dead! Even Fabian was just a pawn. The target of the assassination was Maxwell''s wife, Greta, the famous president of the Sandoval Group! Maxwell''s thoughtful eyes shed with killing intent! "Interesting. Looks like some people are courting their deaths." Maxwell muttered, and his expression became even colder. The person who set the assassination was determined to kill Greta ... How could Maxwell stand by and watch? Maxwell would definitely make him pay! Maxwell walked out of the coffee shop. The vignt assassins stared at him nervously. Maxwell lit a cigarette and pondered for a moment. Under the eyes of these assassins, he slowly walked into the Sandoval Tower. In the underground garage of Sandoval Tower, Greta was walking towards her Maybach with her secretary, Melissa, on high heels. It was close to mealtime, and the two were discussing about what to eat. From afar, Greta saw a familiar person walking towards her. Greta''s pretty face revealed astonishment. Then, she watched as the man who disgusted her walked over and stopped. "What are you doing here?" Greta asked coldly. Beside her, Melissa blinked her big clear eyes with confusion. She rarely saw Greta being so indifferent to others. Greta was angered the moment she saw Maxwell. She had warned him long ago not to leave the mansion, let alone look for her! Maxwell chuckled. He didn''t care about Greta''s disgust at all and said, "President Greta, there''s no food left at home, so I''d like to have the honor to have a meal with you..." Melissa was shocked. She heard the two important words "at home", which triggered her curiosity about the rtionship between Maxwell and Greta in an instant. "You..." Greta gritted her teeth and looked at the man in front of her, feeling even more disgusted. Greta didn''t bother to talk crap with Maxwell. She took out a thick stack of money from her wallet and threw it to Maxwell. "No need to pay it back. I don''t want to see you in thepany. Immediately disappear! Now!" "Alright, President Greta is indeed generous!" Maxwell agreed, but when he saw Greta''s Maybach, he smiled tteringly and said, "President Greta, you must be tired from working all morning. Can I drive for you?" "Just do it." Greta didn''t want to entangle with the shameless Maxwell. She snorted coldly and sat down with Melissa in the back seat of the Maybach. Just as Maxwell sat in the driver''s seat and slowly drove the Maybach out of the garage... At this moment, something happened! A cleaner who was doing the cleaning suddenly threw away his broom and took out a silver pistol while rushing towards the car! The man who was reading the newspaper put away the newspaper and rushed towards them as well! The assassination began! Chapter 7: The Beasts Chapter 7: The Beasts The well-nned assassination was unfolded at this moment! When the Maybach was driven out of the underground garage, the man who had put down the newspaper suddenly took out a ck gun. The muzzle was aimed at the Maybach, and his eyes were cold and murderous! "Bang!" A gunshot broke the silence. Countless passersby screamed and fled in panic. A bullet urately hit the Maybach''s windshield! "Crack!" The windshield cracked and shattered! "What''s going on?!" Greta showed panic on her face, but as a female president, she managed to stay calm! The Maybach suddenly stopped, and the cleaner, holding a bay, rushed forward. He brandished the bay, and car window was stabbed through! This single strike was lethal! "Ah!" Greta and Melissa, who were sitting in the back seat, finally found it difficult to calm down at this moment about life and death. Their exquisite and beautiful faces paled! It was an assassination! Greta had never expected that there would be an assassination against her! She was not prepared at all. She did not even bring a bodyguard! In a prosperous metropolis, this assassination would definitely cause amotion! Greta and Melissa dodged the bay. The two beauties sat in the back seat with their long hair messed up and their plump chests going up and down. In their beautiful eyes was helplessness. "Hurry up and drive! Call the police!" Greta immediately reacted and said to Maxwell, who was driving. However, it was at this moment that Greta realized that the driver''s seat was empty. She had no idea where Maxwell had gone! "This guy!?" Greta gritted her teeth with hatred! Maxwell, this coward, was probably frightened out of his wits! He was as timid as a mouse, and would flee from the scene whenever he encountered a crisis! Greta regretted to have such a husband! Maxwell opened the car door and leapt. In the blink of an eye, he rushed out like lightning! "Die!" An assassin was holding a bay in his hand and when he was about to stab again, a man suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Immediately after, a sharp pain came from his chest and he was kicked into the air! Maxwell withdrew his legs and blocked this assassin''s way without him noticing it. He exerted his full strength at the kick just now, so assassin''s ribs were broken! The other assassins were astounded at first, but then they were enraged and charged forward! They desperately waved sharp knives at Maxwell. As long as Maxwell was stabbed, he would be either crippled or dead! Maxwell cast a cold nce at them, and he moved fast. He used his long, sturdy legs, which were like steel whips to kick the assassins away! Maxwell''s speed was too fast, and those assassins were both surprised and pissed. They did not have time to react! Greta was dazzled as she realized that the assassins in the surroundings all copsed to the ground with shattered bones and couldn''t even stand up! In the distance, a blurry afterimage rushed towards the ck car! Greta narrowed her eyes, but that figure moved so fast that she couldn''t see clearly who it was! "Bang, bang, bang!" The ck reflective ss of the ck sedan on the roadside was rolled down, and several muzzles popped up one after another in the gap, shooting Maxwell! Maxwell''s expression was cold with disdain. This kind of childish trick could not harm him in the slightest! The trajectory of the bullets was almost knitted into a, but Maxwell moved as quickly as a sh to dodge them. A bullet passed his neck closely and he could almost feel the whistling sound of the bullet''s friction with air and the wind stirred up by it! Inside the car, the few assassins who opened fire were shocked. Maxwell seemed to be possessed by a deity of war, and within a few seconds, he defeated several of their aplices! He was able to dodge bullets! How did he do it? These assassins didn''t know that Maxwell had been in countless war-torn areas overseas, and his name was popr overseas. He was definitely a man they looked up to! Maxwell looked at the reflective ss with a meaningful gaze. His gaze was sharp like a de that prated through the car window. He nced at the assassins with contempt in his eyes! The next second, Maxwell moved like lightning as he was approaching the ck sedan! In the blink of an eye, Maxwell punched out with bulged muscles and veins! Bam! With a muffled sound, the car window was shattered by the punch. Maxwell''s punch crushed the face of that assassin. He broke his nose and disfigured him! Maxwell''s eyes lit up as he pulled that assassin out from the window by his right arm! Maxwell opened the car door. The car shook violently with the sound of screaming and bones cracking! Very soon, the ground was covered by wailing assassins. In less than half a minute, all the assassins were subdued by the bare-handed man! Countless people present looked at this shocking scene with astonishment, and they had an absurd thought ... Superman! He was definitely Superman! In the Maybach, Greta watched from afar. Her face paled from the extreme shock and her heart beat wildly. Her breathing was uneven, and she couldn''t calm down for a long time. This was the first time she experienced such a thing, and she couldn''t recover from it... At the entrance of the Sandoval Tower, uniformed security guards rushed out and took away the assassins one after another. Several security guards walked to the Maybach, opened the car door, and got Greta and Melissa off. "Hurry, stop that man!" After Greta came to her senses, the first sentence she said was to stop the mysterious man! A momentter, a security guard walked over and said, "President Greta, that man left too quickly. We can no longer find him." "Ask if someone on the scene saw the man''s face." Greta took a deep breath and ordered. "His speed was too fast, no one could see him clearly ... those assassins were subdued in the blink of an eye..." A security guard said. "President Greta, just before the assassination, someone informed us that you were about to be assassinated at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower. He told us to get the emergency personnel ready ... That''s why we are here so timely," The security captain exined to Greta. At first, he thought that the caller was pranking. However, the assassination actually happened! Judging from their costumes and battling skills, these assassins were definitely professionals! "He notified you before it happened?" Greta was astonished. So the mysterious man had known that there would be an assassination, so he came to stop it? Greta tidied up her messy hair and breathed unevenly. It was very rare for her to have confusion in her eyes ... That mysterious man''s skills were extremely formidable like a superman''s. Greta didn''t know any of her acquaintances who possessed such skills. ...N?velDrama.Org (C) content. At this time, in a hotel room not far from the Sandoval Tower, a ck-clothed man took out a Cuban cigar and lit it. Then, a unique smell filled in the room. The ck-clothed man sat on the leather sofa with sunsses covering his eyes. One could faintly feel the strong killing intent emitted from the ck lenses. In front of the ck-clothed man stood eleven men, each with a cold expression and a robust physique. These eleven men were all top assassins in the organization. "Team A has been dispatched. Still no news?" The ck-clothed man spoke meaningfully, making it impossible for anyone to guess what he was thinking. "Sir, the contact with Team A has lost," An assassin replied. "Trash!" The ck-clothed man''s expression suddenly turned cold, and his killing intent erupted! The ck-clothed man did not expect that, as part of the outstanding assassin organization, Team A actually failed to assassinate a female CEO! "You are indeed useless." Right at this moment, a voice sounded outside the door. Immediately after, the door was opened and a man went into the room. The man in ck turned around and saw a man in a dirty white shirt slowly walking towards him with a cigarette in his mouth. His calm eyes were filled with endless murderous intent! The current he was like a reaper from hell! The ck-clothed man smiled as he coldly nced at Maxwell and shouted, "Take him down!" Immediately, the eleven men moved and charged towards Maxwell like ferocious beasts. "Since they are trash, then no matter how many people you have, it''s useless." Maxwell indifferently smoked the cigarette. Just as the eleven men approached, Maxwell raised his leg and swept their chests. "Bang--" The eleven men instantly felt bone-shattering pain in their chests. The world in their eyes rotated and they were kicked into the air! "Vulnerable." Maxwell''s calm speech turned the man''s face straight. "Who are you?" The ck-clothed man asked coldly. As he stared at Maxwell, the air in the room suddenly froze. "You don''t have the right to know my name," Maxwell said. "The ck-clothed man was shocked for a moment. He looked at Maxwell and then sneered disdainfully. "Ignorant man!" As soon as the ck-clothed man finished speaking, his expression suddenly became ferocious. He stepped forward and punched towards Maxwell''s chest! Maxwell shed like lightning as the cigarette butt in his mouth shot towards the man! In the next second, the man''s luxury ck suit was stained with soot. The ck-clothed man''s expression changed as bloodthirst shed in his eyes that were under the ck lenses! His suit was stained! "You are doomed!" The ck-clothed man punched out as he said, and the veins on his arm instantly bulged. That was an iparably terrifying strength! Maxwell looked at him indifferently with impassive eyes, and he didn''t dodge at all! The next second, the ck-clothed man''s pupils contracted and he put on a look of disbelief! Chapter 8: The Coward Chapter 8: The Coward The ck-clothed man punched Maxwell in the chest, but Maxwell didn''t move at all! If it were an ordinary person, his ribs would have been shatter by the punch! The ck-clothed man found it even more inconceivable. It was as if he punched onto a steel te! And his arm went numb! Maxwell''s physical fitness far exceeded the ck-clothed man''s expectation. Maxwell had gone through the toughest physical training, and his thick calluses could even protect him from des! How was that possible? Before the ck-clothed man could react, Maxwell raised his foot and kicked the man''s shoulder. "Bang--" The overwhelming force made it difficult for the man to stand steadily. His knees were mmed heavily onto the ground, and his knee bones almost shattered... "You''re courting death!" The ck-clothed man was trembling with anger. His intensive killing intent almost froze the air! "You''re the ones courting death!" Maxwell said coldly. The ck-clothed man felt a heart-wrenching pain on his arms, and as a result, he sweated profusely! "Crack!" The ck-clothed man''s arms were broken by Maxwell! The next second, the man gasped. The eyes under his sunsses revealed fear! Because ... Maxwell also broke his legs! The man''s four limbs were broken, and he copsed to the ground powerlessly. He wanted to get up, but his arms and legs did not cooperate at all. It was as if they were not his! The solemn expression on his face was finally turned into a fearful one. A drop of cold sweat ... oozed out from his forehead! "Who exactly are you!?" The man said in panic. He could not believe that he failed in China despite being rampageous overseas! This was a humiliation. This was the first time he lost! "You don''t have the rights to know," Maxwell said indifferently. "If you dare to kill me, I swear it on my life that you will not live long. The people of our organization will not let you go!" The ck-clothed man said sternly in a cold tone! "What organization do you work for?" Maxwell questioned. "How can you understand that with your identity? Anyway, there''s no harm telling you because you are going to die ... Remember the name Blood de. In a few days, you will definitely be revenged on by our organization!" The ck-clothed manughed sinisterly, and a trace of arrogance shed in his eyes. Unexpectedly, Maxwell sneered, freezing the man''s expression. "So it''s Blood de ... It''s a pity that I overestimate your strength..." "There are countless overseas assassin organizations. How dare you to show off?" Maxwell said cold- bloodedly. "You know about Blood de?" The man was shocked. Blood de had carried out countless assassination missions, but they always kept a low profile. Even overseas, there weren''t many people who knew the name of this organization. How could this man know it? "If I remember correctly, your leader is called Blood Collector, right?" "How dare you call Blood Collector by his name?" The ck-clothed manughed loudly. "You know that we have Blood Collector, yet you still dare to turn yourself in!" "It looks like he forgot the promise he made back then..." Maxwell smoked the cigarette and raised his eyebrows. "Blood Collector promised to me that he would never be my enemy from then on. What, is he going to break his promise?" The ck-clothed man smiled mockingly. "Who are you? How can Blood Collector swear an oath because of you..." Halfway through his speech, his sarcastic smile froze! With the shining of a de, a ck dagger was ce against his neck! The man shivered from the coldness of the de he felt on his neck! "Because of it!" Maxwell said as he held the dagger in his hand. The man lowered his head. When he saw that strange dagger, his body shook and his pupils contracted! This dagger was not an ordinary one. The de of this dagger was covered with ferocious sharp teeth that resembled the fangs of a dragon!! The ck dagger was as thin as a cicada''s wings, and it looked extremely creepy! The man trembled uncontrobly when seeing this dagger! Every member of the Blood de had seen this dagger. Blood Collector warned everyone that there was only one dagger like this in the world, and it could not be replicated for technical reasons. The owner of the dagger was someone that Blood de could not afford to offend. Its owner was called the Dragon Lord! The man looked at the dagger with his eyes wide open. His face was filled with shock and disbelief! "Dragon ... Dragon Lord!" The man remembered what Blood Collector had said to him when he joined the Blood de. Not only could Blood Collector not afford to offend the owner of this dagger, but also the whole Blood de! The organization could be annihted once they provoked the owner! The man couldn''t link this man to the mysterious owner of this dagger ... All of this made him feel that it was too unreal! "Back then, I spared Blood Collector''s life. I originally thought that he would abide by his oath, but it seems that Blood de doesn''t want peace anymore ..." Maxwell stood with his hands behind his back. His aura was powerful and magnificent. "I''m sorry. I didn''t know that the respected Dragon Lord was in China. It was all because of my ignorance that I did this. This matter was my own doing, and it has nothing to do with the organization!" The ck-clothed man said in a trembling voice. He did not dare to imagine the consequences faced by the Blood de if Maxwell held them ountable! "Who hired you?" Maxwell asked coldly. "As long as you let the Blood de go, I will tell you." The man gritted his teeth. N?velDrama.Org (C) content. "You have no rights to negotiate with me. I''ll give you three seconds, if you don''t talk, you will disappear from this world along with Blood de!" Maxwell face was calm, but only those who knew him knew that under the seemingly calm expression was maliciousness! "The hirer didn''t leave much information. I only knew that he was from Beijing," The ck-clothed man said. "From Beijing..." Maxwell hadplicated emotions in his eyes. Beijing was a chaotic ce, which was filled with murder and other potential dangers. The person who wanted Greta''s life came from Beijing? "I''ll give you onest chance. Sever your arm and fuck off." Maxwell''s voice faded from the room, leaving the ck-clothed man relieved. The man''s clothes had been soaked in cold sweat. Just now, he experienced the most dangerous moment. He didn''t even think that he would escape from the hands of the Dragon Lord, the god-like man. He lowered his head and looked at his arm with determination. Compared to his life, what did his arm count? ... Greta stood at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower and watched as the security guards dealt with the chaotic scene. She was still unable to calm down. At this moment, Greta swept her nce over and saw a man walking towards her from afar. Greta knitted her eyebrows tightly. He was still safe and sound? This coward actually had the nerve to look for her? Seeing Maxwell walking over, Greta''s heart was filled with anger! Chapter 9: Coming from Beijing! 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. N?velDrama.Org owns this text. 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! Chapter 10: The Manny and the Businesswoman! Chapter 10: The Manny and the Businesswoman! Greta walked in the front elegantly while Maxwell followed behind. Although he was wearing that expensive suit, those who didn''t know about their rtionship would probably think that he was a pursuer of Greta who was peeping at her! Entering the vi, a middle-aged man in a suit walked out to greet them. "Greta, it''s been so rare of you toe home to have a meal. Your mother misses you so much." The middle-aged man weed her. The middle-aged man was very tall. Time did not leave any traces on his face. Instead, it made him more mature and enhanced his strong aura. At the first nce, one could tell that he was a big shot. Maxwell immediately guessed the identity of the middle-aged man. Greta''s father, Derrick, the chairman of the Sandoval Group, was the founder of the business. Derrick had tens of billions of wealth and was a tycoon in the business world of the Ocean City. When he saw Maxwell, a skinny and frail man who was following Greta with a ttering smile, Derrick was astounded for a moment. Then he remembered who he was. He smiled enthusiastically and greeted Maxwell, "Mr. Maxwell!" "Chairman Derrick." Maxwell nodded and smiled faintly. "Mr. Maxwell, long time no see. How have you been with my daughter recently? My daughter is so willful that you must have been worried a lot about her," Derrick said. Hearing Derrick''s words, Greta''s face froze. Then, she stomped her feet indignantly and shouted, This is from N?velDrama.Org. "Dad!" Greta could not ept the fact that her father was so polite to Maxwell, and he even said that she was a willful person! It was him who was a coward and kept pestering her, creating a headache for her! "Let''s talk inside." Derrick enthusiastically led Greta and Maxwell into the mansion. After entering the mansion, Greta did not want to see Maxwell for another second. She directly went upstairs angrily and locked herself in her bedroom. After Derrick brought Maxwell into the living room, a graceful woman walked out and made tea for them. The middle-aged woman was well maintained and had an elegant temperament. It seemed like she was born in a schrly family. Her facial features were exquisite, and she was somewhat simr to Greta. Maxwell had seen this woman a few months ago. She should be Greta''s mother, Danika Baron. "Mr. Maxwell, do you have any opinions on the design of this mansion?" Derrick asked. "The design is very good. I have no opinions." Maxwell smiled. "Just now, I saw that you seemed to be very familiar with everything here after entering the mansion. Could it be that you''ve seen the designs elsewhere?" Derrick spoke slowly with probe in his eyes Earlier, he had been observing Maxwell. He discovered that Maxwell didn''t look as shocked as an ordinary person would be when they saw a luxurious mansion. He was surprisingly calm. Even when he saw various architectural styles in a single mansion, he was not surprised. Derrick had investigated Maxwell. Maxwell was just an ordinary person without any special background. However, Maxwell''s calmness exceeded his imagination. In fact, Derrick had many candidates for Greta, but in the end, Greta''s grandfather, who lived in Beijing, suddenly rmended Maxwell. Derrick respected Greta''s grandfather very much. First, he was his father. Second, Greta''s grandfather wouldn''t say anything without a reason. Derrick originally thought that Maxwell had some special background, but after he sent someone to investigate, he found that Maxwell was ordinary. Like Greta, he didn''t understand his father''s intentions. However, this did not affect Derrick''s respect for Maxwell. If Maxwell was really an ordinary person, but had a good rtionship with Greta''s grandfather, then there must be something extraordinary about him. Derrick smiled as he looked at Maxwell. He had been in the business world for decades, and he was good at reading people, but he couldn''t see through Maxwell. "Mr. Maxwell, do you smoke?" Derrick asked. "Yes, but I quit now." Maxwell smiled faintly. "Quit? Is it because Greta doesn''t like the smell of cigarettes?" Derrick chuckled. "Now that Greta has gone upstairs, she won''t know if we smoke," Derrick said. Maxwell nodded. Derrick took out a cigarette case from his pocket, picked a precious Cuban cigar that he had kept for a long time, and personally lit it for Maxwell. Very quickly, a unique smell filled the room. Maxwell slowly expelled a mouthful of smoke and clicked his mouth. "Chairman Derrick, this cigar of yours is quite expensive, isn''t it? The Cuban Cohiba cigar tastes pretty mellow." Derrick''s eyes narrowed slightly and he was somewhat surprised. "You know about this cigar?" Maxwell smiled faintly. "I was fortunate enough to have smoked one before." Derrick nodded. "This is a precious cigar that I got someone to buy from an auction held in Cuba. This series are popr, but few people can buy them because of limited supplies, and I still have some stock. Mr. Maxwell, it''s your lucky day today!" Maxwell smiled. What Derrick said was correct. This series were sold in a sky-high price on the market, countless people asked for it but failed ... But in Maxwell''s vi in Colombia, there were several boxes of the same cigars! "Why did Chairman Derrick ask me and Greta toe here today?" Maxwell asked. "I haven''t seen you for months. I''d like to have a gathering and a chat." Derrick chuckled. "Today, I specially invited a chef team from a Michelin Three-Starred Restaurant. Mr. Maxwell, enjoy the delicaciester." After chatting with Maxwell for a while, it was time for dinner. The banquet was extremely sumptuous. When Maxwell saw the dishes, he almost couldn''t control his saliva. Seeing Maxwell like this, Derrick felt relieved. This was what an ordinary person should do. Shortly after Maxwell sat down, a series of "clopping" sound rang out at the stairs. Very soon, Greta walked down in a pair of sandals and sat down beside Maxwell. Seeing Maxwell, Greta red at him fiercely. Obviously, she was still angry about what had happened during the day. "Dad, mom, when can we start the meal? I''m starving," Greta asked. "Wait a moment. I have a friend yet toe." Derrick smiled mysteriously. "Friend? Dad, you never invite people over for dinner." Greta crossed her arms around her chest and frowned slightly. "You''ll know why when heester. This person should have a good rtionship with you," Derrick said. Derrick''s words aroused Greta''s curiosity. There were very few people who could get along with Greta, and Greta could not guess who would be invited by Derrick. Beside her, Maxwell was wolfing down. He had no etiquette when eating, and Greta despised him for being shameless, as if he had taken here as his home. These delicacies made by the Michelin 3-star chefs weren''t abundant in amount, and they were consumed in an instant by Maxwell. Derrickughed out loud when he saw this scene. "Mr. Maxwell doesn''t hold back. You are a straightforward person." Maxwell chuckled. How could he refuse a free meal? Although Maxwell might not be interested in these delicacies overseas, he hardly had such delicacies after returning to China for several months, so his appetite was booming. Greta sat beside Maxwell and looked at him eating crazily with such shamelessness. She felt even more dissatisfied and disgusted. "Shame on you ..." Greta pursed her lips. He looked like a hooligan! She was thinking about how to talk to Derrick after dinner about asking Maxwell to move out. She didn''t want to see him for another second! Suddenly, a servant walked in and said to Derrick, "Chairman Derrick, the guest is here." "Hurry, hurry up and take him in." Derrick smiled brighter. Very quickly, a man wearing a limited edition Louis Vuitton suit walked in with arge gift box in his hand and a smile on his face. "Mr. Derrick, I was stuck in something on my way. I''mte, sorry." The man''s temperament was chic, and he was tall and sturdy. The Rolex watch that he inadvertently revealed on his wrist shone with golden light. "Edmund, have a seat. We''ve been waiting for you." Derrick was enthusiastic as he beckoned the man to sit down. "Edmund?" Greta frowned and looked at the young man with surprise. "Edmund, you know both of us. Let me introduce him you. This is my son-inw, Maxwell," Derrick introduced. At this moment, Maxwell was gnawing on a chicken leg crazily, wolfing it down with his oily hands. Greta, who was standing beside him, saw this scene and made a facepalm ... She lost her face because of him! "I''ve heard much about you from Greta, but I never had the chance to see you. Greta told me that you prefer to be a manny?" Edmund looked at Maxwell and chuckled with disdain shed in his eyes. Maxwell raised his head, wiped his hands, and smiled faintly. "Greta enjoys being the businesswoman, and I can''t snatch the job from her, so, I have to be a manny." Edmund looked at Maxwell with stronger contempt. "But I feel that men should be responsible for earning money. A smart and beautiful woman like Greta should be well cared for. After all, a kept man is no different from trash." Chapter 11: Your Conceit Will Make You Suffer Chapter 11: Your Conceit Will Make You Suffer Maxwell narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a faint smile, which was virtually undetectable to others. Something was changing. Crossing her arms, Greta coldly looked at Edmund and asked, "This is our family gathering. What are you doing here?" Edmund nced at Derrick and retorted, "Mr. Derrick invited me. He said that we could exchange our experience to promote our rtionship." Then Edmund flickered a nce at Maxwell with a sarcastic smile. "Dad?" Greta looked at Derrick with a puzzled expression. Derrickughed heartily, trying to rx the atmosphere. "Edmund has just been promoted to be the youngest president of the Star Group. A few days ago, on behalf of the Star Group, he held talks with ourpany and reached an agreement with ourpany on a big project. From now on, we should help each other, striving for a sessful cooperation." Greta''s pretty face was still dark with rage. Although Edmund was handsome, Greta did not get a good impression of him, who was one of the countless admirers pursuing Greta. Their two families were close. Compared to other admirers, Edmund had more chances to interact with her because of their careers. However, Greta heard a lot of Edmund because two families were close. Edmund was handsome and promising, so he was extremely dissolute. He slept countless girls, and many of them got pregnant! After that, he abandoned those women. He was notoriously indiscreet about his private life! How could Greta like such a person? Even though Edmund looked like a gentleman in front of her, Greta still felt him very disgusting. Even if Greta rejected Edmund, thetter kept pestering her. He even once wanted to get Greta drunk and brought her to a hotel. If Greta hadn''t woken up when Edmund was bathing and taken advantage of the opportunity to escape, Edmund might have raped her! After that, Edmund employed a few other vile and despicable devices, which Greta was too embarrassed to mention. "Since everyone is here, hurry up and eat," Derrick said with a smile. As Greta was picking up the dishes, she saw Maxwell was eating greedily aside, which touched her. Thus, she picked up a steak and put it into Maxwell''s bowl. In shock, Maxwell looked up at Greta. This was the first time in the past few months that Greta had offered to do it for him. Maxwell looked at Greta in bewilderment. Looking at him gently, Greta said softly, "Didn''t you like steak at home? Hurry up and eat it." Maxwell was shocked. For the past three months, he cooked for Greta every day. But he had never cooked steak. Why did Greta do this? Why was his wife''s behavior so abnormal? However, Maxwell didn''t have time to think about it. The dishes cooked by the Michelin 3-star chef team was abination of many countries, making his mouth water. However, Edmund saw it, his eyes glittering with malice. He clenched his fists tightly under the table and his veins swelled! He didn''t understand. He had made every effort to pursue Greta, but Greta married such a bumpkin in the end! Greta was simply blind. Was this bumpkin worthy of being her husband? Maxwell was just a househusband. He ate in a rude manner, which was no different from a local ruffian''s! "Greta, have you and your husband been doing welltely?" Edmund asked gently with a smile on his face. "Of course, my wife dotes on me." Maxwell returned before Greta could speak, wrapping his hand around her slender waist. Greta instantly trembled, turning to re at Maxwell! Damn it! How dare he take advantage of her! Her soft and tender body tightened. Without hesitation, she stepped on Maxwell''s feet under the table! Maxwell clenched his teeth, failing to expect Greta to be so brutal! Gritting his teeth, Maxwell hugged Greta more tightly. He could smell a charming fragrance, like the scent of orchid. It was Greta''s scent, alluring and pleasant. "Greta, your poor taste makes me puzzled. Do you have a special preference for househusband who lives off his wife?" Edmund''s smile did not fade, but a trace of coldness shed on his face. Edmund said bluntly, which clearly meant he was against Maxwell! "Outsiders have no right to judge who I marry." Greta replied coldly. Edmund said to Derrick with a smile, "Mr. Derrick, I have a friend who just returned from France. I asked him for two bottles of Lafite made in 1982. Why don''t we open them today and taste them?" Derrick was surprised. "Edmund, even if one is well connected, he isn''t able to get Lafite in 1982. How did you get it?" Having a nce at Maxwell, Edmund smiled faintly. "I happened to know the owner of Lafite Manor when I was in France, so I was fortunate enough to keep a small stock of wine. Mr. Derrick, if you want, I can give you some." Derrick was overjoyed andughed loudly. "Good, good, Edmund, I have underestimated you. It seems that I need to depend on you in the future." Edmund snapped his fingers. Very quickly, a bottle of Lafite was served by his bodyguard. After being decanted for a while, the sparkling and translucent wine that looked like a ruby was slowly poured into the ss. Having took a sip, Derrick nodded. "It tastes mellow. Only the 1982 Lafite has such a taste." "Greta, have a taste. Even I don''t have the ability to get this wine," Derrick said. Crossing her arms around, Greta replied coldly and angrily. "I don''t like drinking." Edmund tried to persuade her with a smile. "Greta, as a businesswoman with high social status, you should learn to drink Lafite and champagne. Especially this 1982 Lafite,mon people are not eligible to taste it unless they are lucky enough to scrounge it for free." As Edmund spoke, he nced at Maxwell with a strange expression. It was obvious that he was referring to Maxwell. Greta understood what Edmund meant. She felt offended, so she looked at Edmund more angrily. Suddenly, Maxwell picked up the ss and gulped down the wine in front of everyone, as if he were drinking water. "Not bad, but the taste is a little lighter," Maxwell said. Greta had a look of surprise on her beautiful face. Edmund was slightly shocked and thenughed heartily. "Unlike low-end beer, red wine needs to be sipped. You are wasting God''s good gifts by drinking in that way." Looking at Maxwell with an arrogant expression, Edmund continued mockingly, "Maxwell, if you haven''t drunk Lafite, I can teach you slowly in the future. However, if you have no basic knowledge of wine, don''t pretend to understand it shamelessly." Maxwell looked up at Edmund meditatively, while Greta, who was beside him, stared at Maxwell angrily, ming him for embarrassing her secretly in her heart. "Hicks don''t know how to appreciate 1982 Lafite, the best of wine in the world. When we''re drinking it, we show our cultivation." Edmund slowly took a sip and gently put down his wine cup with gentlemanlike bearing and breeding. Greta stared coldly at Maxwell with great regret. If she had known it, she would never have taken him out of the house! Edmund looked at Maxwell. "Don''t tter yourself that you are a gentleman when you wear a suit. A man of humble birth cannot change his origin. Only mening from a high-ss background know how to appreciate wine." After finishing, Edmund turned to look at Greta and said gently, "Greta, I don''t think it''s appropriate that your husband stays at home all the time ... Recently, our group is short of manpower and needs people like him." Without waiting for Greta''s response, Edmund began examining Maxwell who had a calm expression. The he continued, "Considering his strong figure, he is suitable to be a security guard." "Well, for the sake of Greta, I''ll pay you twenty thousand yuan a month. How about it?" "No need." Greta coldly refused. "Greta, you don''t understand. People need to learn and behave himself, let alone bumpkins. His behavior is simply an insult to the reputation of Lafite of 1982!" Edmund slowly said, "In my opinion, in terms of his cultivation and temperament, he doesn''t deserve to sit here. He should be standing in the security pavilion at the entrance of the mansion. That''s where he should be." "You ..." Greta was enraged with cold expression on her exquisite and beautiful face, her beautiful eyes glittering with anger. Her chest trembled with anger, and she clenched her slender hands tightly. Edmund was not only humiliating Maxwell, but also her! Edmund was mocking her poor taste, for she married a bumpkin! Just as Greta was about to retort, Maxwell, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "You can''t even tell Lafite made in 1982 and in 1983. I wander who the real bumpkin is." In an instant, the banquet waspletely silent. Maxwell''s words were loud and forceful, shocking all present! Edmund was shocked, looking at Maxwell in a more disdainful manner. "You not only pretend to know wine, but also try to save face at all cost." Maxwell looked at Edmund with an indifferent expression. "You don''t even know the age of wine. I wander who the man of humble birth is." "Do you know wine? Do you think which one present is worse than you in terms of wine knowledge?" Edmund sneered in disdain. Derrick said, "Maxwell, I can let Greta slowly teach you about red wine in the future. The taste of Lafite made in 1982 ispletely different from that in other years. Although I am not a wine appraiser, I can still tell it." Maxwell ignored Derrick and calmly looked at Edmund. "As a person with a high-ss background, you try to deceive us that this wine of low quality is Lafite of 1982. Are you qualified to stay here?" Edmundughed coldly. "Your conceit will make you suffer. Fine. I''m quite curious how you are going to justify yourself. If it isn¡¯t Lafite of 1982, I will never step into the Sandoval''s mansion again!"This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. Chapter 12: You Are Arrogant Chapter 12: You Are Arrogant On hearing Edmund say with certainty, Greta was anxious. She red at Maxwell with anger and worry. This useless man kept causing trouble. Greta secretly tugged at Maxwell''s clothes, signaling him to stop arguing with Edmund. If he continued, he would only embarrass himself! Compared with Maxwell''s words, Greta believed what Edmund had said. If Maxwell was capable, he would not choose to be a live-in son-inw, beingughed at by many people! Curling his lips in disdain, Edmund looked at Greta and said in a regretful tone, "Greta, I''m very sorry for you for marrying such a man. Even if he lives with your family, he should watch his manner. Who the hell does he think he is?" In order to ease the atmosphere, Danika, who hadn''t spoken for a long time, said, "It''s just a bottle of red wine. There''s no need to argue about it. Don''t let it affect our harmonious rtions. Let''s eat." Crossing his arms, Edmund looked at Maxwell with a cold smile. "It is not just a matter of a bottle of red wine. He wants to push himself forward. He doesn''t even know how to appreciate red wine, but he dares to teach me about it." "This is absurd." Suddenly, a mysterious smile lifted the corner of Maxwell''s mouth. He looked at This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. Edmund and slowly said, "Do you really ... know red wine?" Maxwell''s eyes were fixed on Edmund. His deep gaze pierced through Edmund, like a sharp sword.... Edmund trembled and stiffened! At that moment, Edmund had an illusion that he was being targeted by a peerless vicious beast! With a cold expression, Edmund stared at Maxwell, who seemed to see him through. Edmund was afraid of being found out that he was just an amateur. In fact, he knew little of wine.... Looking at Edmund, Maxwell said, "The Lafite of 1982 is indeed the best wine in the world, famous for its excellent taste. However, the Lafite of 1993 has a simr taste. A master will even feel confused. You passed the Lafite made in 1993 off as the one of 1982. Are you worthy to be a member of upper ss?" Maxwell''s voice wasn''t loud, but it was enough to be heard clearly by everyone present. Greta''s expression changed slightly, while Derrick was pondering. "Rafite made in 1993? Are you insulting me? If what you have said is true, on no ount will I present it to Mr. Derrick." Edmund was shocked for a moment, and then he put on a cold smile. This was a humiliation to him! "Among the Lafite, the one of 1982 is the best. It tastes rich and fruity. Although Lafite of 1993 is of high quality, it is not as sweet as the one of 1982. On the whole, it is a little sour. This abominable wine was made in 1993. Someone from upper ss wants to foolymen," Maxwell said in a calm and indifferent tone, as if he were stating an indisputable fact. Edmund sneered. "You are still acting. If it weren''t for Mr. Derrick, I would have exposed you as a rude bumpkin." Greta frowned, turning to look at Maxwell. "Wine needs to be tasted slowly. Just now, you drank so quickly. How could you tell that it was made in1983?" Maxwell smiled faintly without exining. He drank the wine as if it were boiled water, because he had already judged the age of the wine when he smelled the rich fragrance emitted from this ss of red wine. He was too familiar with Lafite. When he was in France, he had been in low spirits for a period of time. At that time, he drank a lot of Lafite produced in 1982. He even once used it to bathe when he was drunk! Maxwell was more familiar with the fragrance emitted by Lafite of 1982 than anyone present.... Therefore, he confirmed that this was not Lafite of that year! Maxwell looked at Derrick, saying, "If I remember correctly, every Michelin 3-star chef is extremely proficient in telling ingredients and has high attainments in wine evaluation. Why not ask them to have a try? It will be easier for them to tell whether it is Lafite of 1982 or not." "This ..." Greta''s eyebrows knitted tightly as she stared at Maxwell. She did not understand what Maxwell was going to do. It was enough, but he insisted on figuring out the result. Greta was very sure that this was Lafite made in 1982. Other Lafite didn''t have such a delicate and rich taste. He was asking trouble for himself, wasn''t he? Once the result was revealed, how could he wind this matter up? "Alright, I''ll let you know that you have overestimated yourself!" Edmund agreed immediately, afraid that Maxwell would quit. Edmund was well convinced that these two bottles of red wine were made in 1982. He spent a lot of money to airlift them over from France. Today, he was determined to disgrace this lowly man. He also wanted to tell Greta what she would get after marrying such a useless man. There was an atmosphere of great tension in the room, where silence prevailed. After a moment, Derrick nodded. "Since that''s the case, then send some to the kitchen. We can take this opportunity to enrich our experience." Very quickly, a few empty wine sses were taken out from the kitchen. A servant whispered by Derrick''s ear. After hearing this, Derrick chuckled and said, "Alright, the result isn''t important. Hurry up and eat." Maxwell nodded. "Yes, it''s of no benefit to you to know the result. Otherwise, someone may leave in discord." "No, Mr. Derrick, it''s better to announce the result so that someone will know that he is a person with a limited outlook." Edmund suddenly interrupted, adopting an intransigent tone. After giving Edmund a meaningful look, Derrick slowly said, "Edmund, do you really want to know the result?" "Of course." Edmund smiled confidently. His eyes fell on Maxwell. "Some arrogant bumpkin doesn''t know how to drink red wine. After reading a few books, he starts to pretend to be a man with high social status. But he fails to know that he cannot change his humble birth!" Derrick sighed, looking at Edmund meaningfully. "Edmund, those three-star Michelin chefs have drunk the wine. They all said that this is the Lafite of 1993." What a shocking result! On hearing Derrick''s words, all the people present fell into silence. The sinister smile on Edmund''s face suddenly froze, and his expression changed. He retorted in disbelief, "This is impossible! This can''t be the Lafite of 1993!" "Chefs reached such an agreement." Derrick nced at Maxwell, surprise shing in the depths of his eyes. Greta''s face had tightened as she turned to look at Maxwell in disbelief. "The raw materials of Lafite made in 1982 are of high quality. In that year, the drought led to a decline in production, but it increased sugar content. That was why only a limited amount of wine was produced in that year, but they were of top quality. Although the wine made in 1993 is good, they are far inferior to those of 1982. After all, there is a gap of more than ten years between these two kinds of Lafite! " Right at this moment, a voice could be heard by everyone. Maxwell said calmly, "Every citizen from France is familiar with this history. Don''t you know?" "It''s impossible!" On hearing Derrick''s words, Edmund blushed with embarrassment. He spent quite a lot money and tried to win Derrick''s favor, so that he could get close to Greta again. However, he didn''t expect that this punk would unmask him! "You don''t believe me, do you? If you can speak thenguage of France, you should know that it clearly says that this wine was made in 1993. This ismon sense. You have been fooled." Edmund grabbed the Lafite and began to examine it carefully, finding that a small number was written on the bottle. However, few people would care about such a well-known detail. Maxwell sighed, "So, you are right. People should learn what they don''t understand. But if he pretends to understand it, he will humiliate himself. So why bother?" Maxwell''s words disgraced Edmund, who flushed with shame. He wished he could immediately disappear! "Mr. Derrick, I still have something to do. Let''s keep in touch." Edmund gritted his teeth and suddenly stood up, rushing out of the vi. After Edmund left, Greta stared at Maxwell, both satisfied and curious about Maxwell''s performance just now. In her opinion, Maxwell was just a useless man. However, she did not expect that he was able to talk so much about Lafite of 1982 clearly and logically. Just now, Maxwell didn''t look like azy gangster at all. Greta thought he was graceful, like a gentleman. Greta still didn''t understand what Maxwell said just now was true or not. She had a feeling that he didn''t lie. Derrick suddenly asked while looking at Maxwell with a little chuckle, "Do you understand thenguage of France?" Maxwell replied calmly, "I know a little." "As far as I know, few people in China knew such a minoritynguage. Do you know a lot about red wine?" A deep curiosity shed through Derrick''s eyes. He tried to sound Maxwell out. At the dinner party, Maxwell''s performance surprised him. As a tycoon of the Ocean City, he couldn''t help but want to find out the truth. "I once worked in a hotel near Lafite Vineyard in France with my friends, so I know somemon sense about Lafite. I argued with Edmund, because I hate him. How dare he insult my wife? So, I made up something." Derrick nodded thoughtfully. Greta blushed and gently kicked Maxwell under the table. Greta felt that Maxwell wasn''t as annoying as before, not knowing if it was because Maxwell disgraced Edmund, who made her sick. Derrick nodded and stopped asking Maxwell. "I''m relieved that you care so much about Greta." "Dad!" Greta''s color changed as she shouted coquettishly. Derrick snubbed Greta, enthusiastically saying to Maxwell, "Maxwell, you and my daughter have married for several months. Don''t be reserved. You should call me in a different way now." Maxwell immediately understood. He chuckled and respectfully called, "Dad." Derrick nodded. "Yes. Let''s eat." Derrick ced a piece of ck pepper beef in Maxwell''s bowl, while Greta was bending over the dining table dejectedly, ring at Maxwell, as if this fellow were her enemy. Maxwell ignored Greta''s cold and murderous gaze, trying his best to win Derrick''s favor.... Derrick was his father-inw. Thus, Maxwell thought he needed to do it. After the banquet, the family sat in the living room, watching TV on a spacious and luxurious oversized sofa. Maxwell politely peeled apples for Greta''s parents, while Greta, who was beside him, was watching TV angrily, for she had to abort her n. "Maxwell, I heard that Greta was attacked by an assassin today." Derrick suddenly remembered and asked. "Yes, but Greta was not in danger...." No sooner did Maxwell speak did Greta interrupted him. "Nothing! It''s a rumor!" "Greta, don''t interrupt Maxwell." Derrick nced at Greta, who then red at Maxwell, signaling him not to speak nonsense. "Dad, don''t worry. I am willing to risk my life to protect Greta." As soon as Maxwell finished, Greta snorted coldly, rushing into the bedroom in sandals. Greta felt that Maxwell was the thickest-skinned person in the whole world. He left her when she was in danger, but he took all the credit. Maxwell followed closely behind Greta. Having pushed the door open and entered the bedroom, he saw Greta leave her back to him. "Greta...." Just as Maxwell was about to reach out his hand, Greta suddenly grabbed his arm and turned around, throwing him overarm. Maxwell fell on the ground. No one would have imagined that Maxwell, the famous and terrifying Dragon Lord, who won his reputation by surviving fierce battles, would fall to the ground in such a sorry state.... Chapter 13: Her First Boyfriend Chapter 13: Her First Boyfriend Maxwell, who was vignt at all times, did not expect Greta to suddenly attack him ruthlessly and mercilessly. If those international warlords and heads of states saw this, they would definitely be shocked that the notorious Dragon Lord was in such a sorry state because of a woman! Was he Maxwell? He looked extremely pitiful. Maxwell was lying on the floor, while Greta stared at him with furious look, different from the calm one when dealing with business. "Maxwell, how can you be so shameless? You are coward, but you have the face to promise my dad sternly." Greta red at Maxwell. Obviously, she was a little disappointed. She was satisfied with Maxwell''s performance at the party just now. However, at the thought of Maxwell left her when she was in danger, she was furious. "President Greta, my leg is about to be broken. You are too ruthless ..." Maxwell howled miserably, and Greta''s beautiful eyes shone with a cold light. "Get out." Maxwell didn''t dare to hesitate. He quickly got up and limped out of the bedroom. After he returned to the living room, Derrick saw him limping with a lot of dust on his body. Derrick asked curiously, "Maxwell, you have just gone upstairs. What happened to your leg?" "I was bitten by a dog," Maxwell answered gloomily. "Dog? We don''t keep dogs." Danika did not understand. Maxwell had to exin that he identally slipped because of the water on the floor.... As Maxwell exined, he thought of Greta''s merciless behavior just now. He couldn''t help but sign that he had married her for several months, but her behavior towards him was ruthless.... After a long time, Greta came downstairs elegantly. On seeing Maxwell, she gave a cold stare at him. "Dad, I''m going to hire some bodyguards," Greta said. Derrick returned teasingly, "Bodyguards? I think Maxwell is very suitable to be your bodyguard." "He is just an amateur. Is he able to protect me? I guess he won''t even be able to defeat me." Greta nced at Maxwell and said coldly. As Greta spoke, a figure shed in her mind. He was that mysterious person standing at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower this morning. Greta could not even see his back clearly, thinking he was a superman! If he could protect her, she would never encounter such a dangerous situation in the future. This superman was unlike her coward husband, who would just run as far as he could in the face of danger! Maxwell smiled without saying anything. He was an amateur? If he was, no one in this world deserved This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. to be a professional.... Overseas, no one dared to call him an amateur if they knew his identity. The Seal Troop of China even quoted his mission as a good example. The bodyguards of the head of Japan had watched videos of him performing protection missions for countless times. Half a year ago, Maxwell condescended to protect the royal family of Saudi Arabian, who offered several oilfields to him. For the sake of one of his old friends, he finally agreed to protect the prince of the Saudi Arabian for two weeks. "I want to hire the most famous bodyguard in our county. He is much more powerful than this useless guy," Greta returned as she flickered a cold nced at Maxwell. "Alright, It''s up to you." Derrick smiled indulgently. At midnight, Greta asked Maxwell to go to the garage to get her car started. After Maxwell left, Gretained to Derrick. "Dad, can you tell him not to stay at my house? I really can''t stand it anymore." "No, this was settled by your grandfather, and I have no right to change it." Derrick had a firm stand on this issue. "Dad, is he worthy of me?" Greta snorted coldly. Standing beside the bed with a deep look, Derrick slowly said, "Greta, you know your grandfather well. He must have his reason to do it. This is your marriage. He will definitely take it seriously." "But...." "Well, it''s gettingte. It''s time to go back." Derrick looked at Greta calmly. Realizing that she could not persuade Derrick, Greta pouted angrily and walked out of the mansion in high heels. A Maybach was pulled over. Greta opened the car door and got in. Sitting in the back row, with her beautiful long legs crossed together, Greta looked at Maxwell and instructed coldly as if Maxwell was her full-time driver, "Go home." Having been quietly activated, the pitch-ck Maybach advanced towards the distance in the deep darkness, like a phantom. The next morning, after making breakfast, Maxwell woke Greta up on time. Greta rubbed her eyes. After dressing up, she went downstairs elegantly. After breakfast, Greta drove Maybach to thepany as usual. Today, the Sandoval Group would receive a big customer from overseas. If thepany could cooperate with this customer, they would make a healthy profit from the overseas market! As the Maybach disappeared from his sight, Maxwell made a call and asked in a low voice, "How is it??" "Boss, Blood de has been a bit arroganttely. I warned them. But they didn''t listen, iming that the Dragon Lord had retired, and the era of the Dragon Lord was over." The youth on the other end of the phone spoke in a cold and deep tone. Obviously, he was enraged by Blood de. "Destroy them." Maxwell said indifferently, a cold light shing in his calm eyes! "Yes, boss, I''ll notify the fellows at the base right now and let them take actions." "This is a warning. Anyone who doesn''t want to live can take a try." Maxwell''s tone was cold, carrying a bloodlust. "Find a clean bodyguard for my wife. Don''t mention my identity," Maxwell said. "Boss, Mrs. Greta doesn''t need a bodyguard since you are with her. You blow all bodyguards out of water. There''s no scope for the bodyguard''s abilities, right?" The young man was shocked for a moment, and then heughed loudly. "How dare you disobey me now? You deserve a spanking. Why don''t youe to my house? Let''s have apetition," Maxwell said provocatively. "Boss, I''ll go find the bodyguard for you at once. I can guarantee that Mrs. Greta will receive the resume of the bodyguard within today." The young man, who was on the other end of the phone, was sitting in an office. On hearing Maxwell''s aggressive words, he trembled. He still remembered vividly that he had once been tortured by Maxwell to such an extent that he was powerless to fight back. Not long after Maxwell hung up, his phone rang again. Maxwell looked down, finding it was Greta''s call this time. Maxwell answered the phone, and Greta''s charming and cold voice sounded. "Go buy some good dishes. I''m going to host a banquet at noon." "Whom are you going to host a banquet for?" Maxwell didn''t understand. Greta never entertained anyone at home. What was going on today? "I''ll receive an old friend who has returned from overseas. He is now a distinguished guest of the Sandoval Group." Greta exined in a charming voice. She had just learned on the way that this distinguished guest was her former high school ssmate. "Why don''t you just go to the hotel? There''s no need to host a banquet at home." Maxwell continued to ask shamelessly. "He was my first boyfriend. Are you satisfied?" Greta sneered. Chapter 14: Much Better than Servants Chapter 14: Much Better than Servants "First boyfriend?" Maxwell''s heart skipped a beat. Jealousy surged though him. "Didn''t you want to know who he was? Let me tell you. He pursued me in high school." After giving a brief answer, Greta hang up. In fact, Greta hadn''t been in a rtionship in high school. She meant to anger Maxwell, so she made it up. Maxwell pondered for a moment. Then he muttered to himself with a mysterious smile, "He is her first boyfriend. It''s interesting...." ... At the South International Airport in Ocean City, a man in a Versace grey suit walked out of the airport with a suitcase. Having taken off his sunsses, he looked around calmly and shook his head. "China is still undeveloped." When the man arrived at the gate of the airport, not far away, a ck Maybach slowly approached him. Having got off the car, the driver examined the man and then respectfully asked, "Are you Hal Danny?" "It''s me." The man nced at the driver, asking, "Did Miss Greta ask you to pick me up?" "Miss Greta has been waiting for you at thepany for a long time." The driver took the suitcase and put it in the trunk. He then opened the door and invited Hal to get on. The engine rumbled as the Maybach sped towards the distant Sandoval Tower.... "It has been a long time since I left the country. I have never expected that I''ll be reunited with Greta," Hal sighed. Sitting in the back seat, he was looking out of the window at the rapidly retreating scenery. "Mr. Hal, are you familiar with President Greta?" Greta''s driver was very talkative. Hal''s words made him curious. "Of course, Greta and I have known each other back in high school. At that time, Greta was the beauty queen of the school.... I really miss those days," Hal said. "Mr. Hal, I believe that with your talent and temperament, you will definitely impress President Greta. But it''s a pity...." The driver suddenly stopped with hesitation, looking a bit embarrassed. "What do you want to say?" Hal looked at the driver in bewilderment. "It''s a pity that President Greta has married." On hearing the driver''s words, Hal stiffened, and his eyes instantly turned cold. "I haven''t expected that someone will be worthy of Greta." Hal slowly spoke, his voice sounding gloomy. "President Greta has been married for months, but we''ve never seen her husband." The driver paused. There was disdain in his voice. "In the past few months, President Greta has never brought him to public ces. Many meddlesome reporters fail to get any information of this mysterious man. It is said that he is a useless man, who always stays at home and lives off President Greta." "All the staffs of thepany doesn''t understand why President Greta, who is understanding, married such a useless man." Narrowing his eyes, Hal muttered, "It''s interesting. I''ll meet himter." Greta, dressed in formal clothes rather than long dresses she usually wore, was standing at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower. Today''s talks were very important, for it was rted to the profits of the entire group in the next few years. She must take it seriously. Wearing her smooth shoulder-length hair loose, Greta was looking into the distance, and thinking about how to convince Hal to attend the banquet held in his honor in the hotel. Greta intended to receive Hal in the hotel. However, on the way to thepany, Hal asked to dine at Greta''s house, saying that he was very repulsive to business banquets and wanted to feel the warm atmosphere at her home. Greta''s father, Derrick, had already warned her that this cooperation was very important and that she must win this project! The Maybach gradually appeared in everyone''s line of sight, and then it stopped. Hardly was the car door opened then Hal saw his charming goddess standing at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower. "Greta, long time no see." Having got off, Hal warmly shook with Greta. A cold feeling touched Hal a little bit. Greta''s slender hands were cold and soft, as if wless jade. Looking down at them infatuatedly, he couldn''t help but hold onto Greta''s hand tightly, reluctant to release his grip. N?velDrama.Org owns this text. Greta frowned and gently pulled her hand out of Hal''s. Then she smiled politely, "Hal, I haven''t seen you for years. You''re too enthusiastic." Hal smiled awkwardly. "Greta, you are very beautiful. You are more beautiful than any women I have seen overseas." "Hal, you must be tired of traveling. I''ve already hosted a weing banquet for you at the hotel," Greta said with a smile. Hal was slightly shocked, and thenughed. "Greta, did you hear me wrong on the phone? I''m not interested in these business banquets at the hotel." "Alright." With an unnatural expression, Greta had to take Hal to her mansion. Along the way, Greta sent a message to Maxwell, telling him to hurry up and buy some good dishes from the hotel. If Hal was not properly entertained, and chose to cooperate with the Sandoval Group''s Maxwell nced at the screen of his phone, muttering, "How dare you ask me to cook for your first boyfriend? If I listen to you, I will be looked down on." Along the way, Greta was very nervous. Although she had warned Maxwell more than once, she knew that he always let her down. If he messed up this matter, she would apply to her father for an approval to divorce Maxwell! She couldn''t stand to live with him. When Maybach stopped at the entrance of the mansion, Greta''s heart was in her mouth. On hearing the roar of the engine, Maxwell hurriedly came out to wee them. Greta''s heart beat wildly when she saw Maxwell. After Hal entered the mansion, Greta and Maxwell followed behind. Greta whispered, "How are the preparations going? What dishes have you bought? Did you buy Hal''s favorite noodles with cheese and baked lobster?" In shock, Maxwell returned, "President Greta, it was toote to go to the hotel when I saw the text message, so I made some very homely dishes...." Greta''s heart skipped a beat, for she thought she were done for. Greta red at Maxwell. Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger as she said coldly, "If you ruin it, you know the consequences!" After saying that, she snubbed Maxwell, and walked forward in high heels. As Greta stomped forward to vent her anger, Maxwell thought she was extremely charming. Staring at Greta''s receding figure, Maxwell put on a meaningful smile on his face.... Greta showed Hal around the mansion. When Hal saw Maxwell walking in, a trace of malice shed across Hal''s face, which was wreathed in calm smiles. "Are you the legendary husband of Greta?" "It''s me. Mr. Hal, sit down. I''ll make tea for you." Maxwell bowed with smiles, as if he were currying favor. Very quickly, Maxwell brought over two cups of tea and ced them on the coffee table in front of Greta and Hal. Hal examined Maxwell. At the sight of Maxwell''s dirty white shirt and his dirty face, Hal put on a disdainful smile. Hal finally understand why Greta was reluctant to show up in public with her husband. Maxwell was more like Greta''s servant than her husband. What a useless man. No wonder Greta refused to let others see Maxwell. It seemed that he was only suitable to be a servant. "Greta, you have disciplined your husband very well. He is much better than those servants. He must be obedient." Hal said slowly. To ease the atmosphere, Greta replied with a frown, "It''s almost time for dinner. Hal, they are just some homely dishes. Have a try first...." Before Greta finished, Hal looked at Maxwell and said meaningfully, "No need. I haven''t eaten authentically vored home cooking for a long time since I have been running a business with my father overseas. I really want to have some home cooking today." Greta had to stand up. Having a cold stare at Maxwell, she turned and took Hal to the dining room. Along the way, Greta''s heart had been beating wildly, because she knew Maxwell''s cooking skill very well. This guy was just an average cook, standing noparison with chefs from restaurants. After entering the dining hall, Greta slowed down, staring nkly at delicate dishes on the dining table with uneven breathing. Hal was also shocked. Looking at Greta, he asked, "Did your husband cook these?" "He...." Just as Greta was about to exin, Maxwell answered, "Yes, due to the limited time, I''ve only cooked a few dishes. I hope you will be satisfied, Mr. Hal." After Greta sat down, she looked at the delicate dishes on the dining table in shock. These dishes had different styles, with the vor of many countries. On the surface, Maxwell''s cooking skill was not inferior to that of a Michelin 3-star chef. More exactly, Maxwell decorated these dishes in a more pleasing manner than the Michelin 3-star chefs. Greta looked up at Maxwell in bewilderment. When had he been so good at cooking? Chapter 15: Who Cooked Them? Chapter 15: Who Cooked Them? Greta''s beautiful eyes glittered with puzzlement. Seldom did this man leave the house. He usually stayed at home, employed in doing housework, which was supposed to be done by servants. The cooking he made every day tasted average. Greta didn''t understand how he could make these dishes, as if he had be someone else. He must have bought these! Greta thought to herself. She would rather believe that Maxwell deliberately showed off his cooking skill to save face than believe that Maxwell had cooked them himself. "Did you prepare these dishes yourself?" Hal smiled and asked, fixing his eyes on Maxwell, as if he wanted to expose Maxwell as a liar from his eyes. "That''s right. I hope you''ll excuse me for my poor cooking skill, Mr. Hal," Maxwell said humbly with an embarrassing smile. With calmness in his eyes, Maxwell wasn''t afraid of meeting Hal''s gazes. Hal failed to see anything. After taking a mouthful of cream mushroom soup, Hal immediately turned to look at Maxwell, his eyes sparkling. "What''s wrong? Please excuse his poor cooking skill, Hal." Greta thought that Hal was not satisfied, so she anxiously exined. Hal lived overseas for many years, especially in France, so he must have been under conditioning of authentic high-end catering culture. Although Maxwell had worked in Lafite Vineyard for a while, how could hee into contact with this? He was no match for Hal at the mastery of culinary culture of France. However, today Maxwell chose to make cream mushroom soup, a famous dish in France. He would humiliate himself. Greta began to me Maxwell for messing up. "No." Hal shook his head, looking at Maxwell in shock and bewilderment. "This cream mushroom soup tastes very authentic. Not only does it retain the original vor of France, it also contains the vor of China. As far as I know, no chef can make it." "Unexpectedly, Mr. Maxwell, you do impress me today. I have to admit that you have a profound understanding of the cuisine of France. Otherwise, you won''t be able to cook such an authentic and famous dish of France." "Mr. Dai, I feel ttered. Every citizen of France can make this soup. I only added some local seasonings at the right time. That''s why it has a unique vor. I have spent some time reading the relevant books. It''s just a trick." Greta was dumbfounded. Listening to Hal''s favorable reviews, she looked at Maxwell in great shock. Greta blinked her beautiful eyes, staring at Maxwell with confusion. She had never thought that Maxwell would be able to talk in such a logical manner. Maxwell had only worked in Lafite Vineyard, but Hal had gone to many top restaurants in France. Thus, it was not hard to imagine how much Greta was shocked at Hal''s speaking highly of Maxwell. Greta had no knowledge that Maxwell rarely showed off his culinary skills. That he taught the famous God of Cookery in the western dark world was histest experience.... "Mr. Maxwell, you should also be very proficient in western etiquette." Hal, however, did not intend to let Maxwell off and suddenly asked. "I can speak a littlenguage of France. There''s no problem for me tomunicate." Maxwellughed awkwardly, but Hal was delighted. Wasn''t this an opportunity for him? "Just now in the car, Greta told me that Mr. Maxwell knew red wine. Why don''t we have a drink?" At the sound of Hal''s words, Greta changed her color. Hal was deliberately making things difficult for Maxwell. Although Maxwell won the debate yesterday, Edmund only knew little about red wine, unaware that he had been tricked. One could imagine how limited Edmund''s knowledge of catering culture was. As for Hal, he lived overseas. He had probably tasted more red wine than the amount of water Maxwell had had! Yesterday, Maxwell was slick. But today, in front of Hal, how could he continue acting? The moment Greta was about to ease the situation, Maxwell nodded with a smile. Not long after, Greta had to bring over a bottle of Lafite with anger. After the red liquid was poured into a ss, Maxwell gently pinched the stem of the wine cup with his three fingers in a graceful posture. At that moment, without any trace of rudeness, Maxwell was elegant, like a genuine gentleman living in the west! Greta stared at Maxwell. At that moment, she thought the one she sighted was not a lowly servant who only knew how to please others, but a gentleman with good manners! Greta''s beautiful eyes shed with a trace of confusion. She did not understand how Maxwell could be a gentleman with such excellent culinary skills after only working for a short period of time in a winery in France! She suddenly felt that she could no longer see Maxwell through. "Please." Maxwell toasted,pletely different from the rude onest night. Now, he was full of impable temperament! If he were wearing a suit, no one would consider him as a citizen of China, because he was full of the This is from N?velDrama.Org. western noble temperament! Hal put down his wine ss, pping. Looking at Maxwell, he said with satisfaction, "To my surprise, Mr. Maxwell, you know so much about western etiquette. I feel quite ashamed. I apologize to you for my prejudice and secrity just now." "Mr. Maxwell, I''m ttered. My wife teaches me all of this." Suddenly, Maxwell smiled faintly, making Greta''s face stiffen. She was in a state of shock for a few seconds before she realized Maxwell''s good intentions. He wanted her to take the credit so as to help her win Hal''s favorable impression. After dinner, Hal chatted with Greta for a while before walking out of the mansion. After he was seated in a taxi, the smile on his face instantly faded, reced by a cold smile. He made a call, and an overseas number was shed up on the screen! "Dad, do you know who I met after I returned to China?" Hal whispered. "Who?" The voice on the other end of the phone was deep. "Four years ago, I saw an arrest warrant in France. The man wanted by the royal family of France is now Greta''s husband!" Hal slowly spoke, his eyes malicious and calm. "Are you sure? Back then, the princess of France has been enraged by him so much that she vented her anger on the streets." "Of course. I deliberately sounded him out during dinner. He knows western etiquette well ... To my surprise, he has been hiding in China and be Greta''s husband." Hal paused for a moment. "If we capture him and present him to the royal family of France, then we can rece other countries and cooperate with France." "We cannot alert him. Although he looks like a useless man now, he must be hiding his capacities. Thus, we must be on full alert." After Hal hung up, a cold smile lifted the corner of his mouth. At the sight of Maxwell, he recognized him, so he had been confirming Maxwell''s identity during the meal. Hal sneered disdainfully. "Greta, you even have your eye on such a useless man. You must be driven by your sex desire." Unexpectedly, Greta married such a weak and ipetent man. Their marriage was a mockery. ... "Did you really cook these dishes?" Greta asked as she stared coldly at Maxwell. "Of course." Maxwell thoughtfully poured a ss of water for Greta. "When did you be so good at cooking?" A trace of doubt shed through Greta''s beautiful eyes. "I learned recipes online. What a talent I am." Maxwell chuckled. Ignoring the narcissistic fellow, Greta rolled her eyes upward at him and walked out of the mansion. She was in a hurry to deal with thepany''s affairs. Just now, Melissa called her several times, wanting her to solve the problems emerging during the meeting. Having returned to thepany, Greta sat in the office. Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door. Melissa walked in with a short-haired woman. Greta looked up and nced at the short-haired woman, who was tall with sharp eyes, like a cheetah. "President Greta, this is your bodyguard," Melissa said in a crisp voice. "I see. You can leave." Having picked up the woman''s resume, Greta flipped it through and then took a nce at the short-haired woman. Le Sawyer, 22 years old, won the national lightweight women''sbat championship. After that, she joined the women''s special forces, served as the vice-captain. After retiring, she started her own bodyguardpany. The brief introduction had already illustrated clearly about Le''s background and identity. Although it did not specify what honors she had won, it had already impressed Greta a lot. "Melissa will introduce the situation of thepany and specific work to youter. The sry is up to you. Do you have any more questions?" Greta put down the resume and looked at Le. Le looked around the office with a serious expression. "President Greta, if I''m not mistaken, someone must have tampered with this ce." "What do you mean?" Greta was slightly shocked, a bad feeling surging through her. After standing up, Le suddenly pointed at the potted nt in the corner of the office. "The pot has been moved. If it didn''t happen during the cleanup process, someone must have nted a bug there." "A book on the third floor of the bookshelf is deliberately tilted, leaving enough space to hide a camera." "Besides, President Greta, you phone has been dismantled once. It''s possible that a bug has been nted inside." Le''s words hit the nail on the head, shocking Greta slightly! Le stepped forward. After searching the bookcase, the potted nt, and Greta''s phone, she got nothing. Then her brows furrowed. "What''s wrong?" Greta asked. "It''s strange." Le frowned as she looked at Greta. "President Greta, this scratch was definitely caused by a wiretap, but all the wiretaps have been removed." "They had been removed?" Greta was slightly shocked, changing her color instantly. "Who could it be?" "It was the one who nted them," Le slowly spoke, causing Greta''s pretty face to turn pale. To her surprise, someone else had full ess to her office. Who could have done all this? Chapter 16: Her Mysterious Husband Chapter 16: Her Mysterious Husband Greta wore exquisite makeup. Someone had sneaked into her office. She was scared! Her face turned pale. What Le said was more terrifying. If the cameras had been ced on the bookshelf, she would have been monitored in the office! No matter what she had done, she had been shot. She trembled. If she were monitored, the consequences would be too ghastly to contemte! Greta thought about it and frowned. She asked, "If the person who bugged my office took the equipment away, why did they take it away?" Le looked at the phone that had been taken apart and said, "I''m not sure. There is a possibility." "Someone dismantled the bug," Le said. "Who did that?" Greta crossed her arms over her chest and walked to the French window. She looked down at the huge and prosperous CBD. She felt as if someone was monitoring her. "Who did that?" Greta asked in a charming voice. Le thought about it and said, "Only the cleaners and your secretary Melissa have the run of your office. Otherwise...." "What is it?" Greta raised an eyebrow. "Someone who is good at martial arts did that," Le said. "I see. I''ll let you go." Greta sat down and called someone after Le walked out of the office. "Investigate Melissa. Did she deal with any suspicious people recently?" Inside the vi, Maxwell was wiping the walls. He was covered in sweat. A silver Rolls-Royce Phantom wasing towards him. Someone parked the car at the entrance of the vi. The young man who appearedst time walked into the vi and saw Maxwell working hard. He smiled faintly and said, "Maxwell, you have a full life!" "Go ahead!" Maxwell red at the man. The young man gave Maxwell a wry look. Suddenly, he shot something ck out from his sleeve. The speed was so fast! Maxwell had his back to the young man and didn''t turn around. He squinted his eyes sharply! It was sudden! Maxwell stretched out his hand and grabbed it! Maxwell grabbed it and nced at the young man coldly. The young man smiled and said, "You''re so awesome even after a few months." "Don''t test me. Otherwise, I will think that you are sending me a signal to have a fight with me," Maxwell said indifferently. "Are you kidding? Forget it," the young man chuckled. Maxwell opened his fist. The young man threw an electronicponent at him. It was flickering with a faint red light. The young man leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest. "You''re right. I found two bugs and a camera in Greta''s office. I have dismantled them." Maxwell was angry. He crushed the bug. "Someone is monitoring my wife," Maxwell muttered. Before Le discovered it, Maxwell asked the young man to sneak into the Sandoval Tower in the middle of the night, enter Greta''s office, and dismantle them. "Maxwell, how did you know that someone monitored Greta?" the young man asked curiously. "I found a bug on her clothes. They could install the bug on her clothes. They must have installed it in her office." Maxwell was calm because he guessed that. "They''re hatchet men. It isn''t a normalmercialpetition." The young man''s tone was colder and more murderous. Maxwell was angry. No one knew his thoughts. What did they want to get from the Sandoval Group? This was premeditated. It wasn''t a normalmercialpetition. Greta was in danger. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. However, Greta didn''t know that she was in danger. "Maxwell, a female star is very popr in Japan. She''s beautiful. This morning, the Tobin Group of Japan said that the female star woulde to the Ocean City by private ne tonight to sleep with you as long as you make a phone call." The young man smiled meaningfully. "I have met many beauties. They''re uglier than my wife." Maxwell waved his hand impatiently. "Before you came to China, you said you were going to sleep with the star. You haven''t met her yet. You only care about Greta," the young man muttered. "I know what they want. Tell them that I will teach them a lesson if they continue like that!" Maxwell snorted coldly and pointed at the wedding photo on the wall that had been cleaned. "Look at the photo. My wife is so beautiful. No one is more beautiful than her." "You''re right. Greta is the most beautiful woman in the world. You''re fascinated by her." The young man didn''t have the guts to contradict Maxwell. He was sure that Maxwell would be angry if he said something bad about Greta. The young man shook his head, put on his sunsses and walked out of the vi. With a deafening rumble, the Rolls-Royce Phantom disappeared. At noon, Maxwell cooked and put the food in an insted box. He found a dusty old bicycle in the garage and dusted it. Then he rode the bicycle and came to the Sandoval Tower. After arriving at the Sandoval Tower, Maxwell took the elevator to the top floor of the building and found the front desk. He said, "I''m looking for President Greta." "Do you have an appointment?" the receptionist asked and didn''t look up. "No," Maxwell said. "Without the appointment, President Greta won''t see you," the receptionist replied. "Tell her that I''m looking for her." Maxwell was surprised. He smiled bitterly. "You?" The receptionist looked up at Maxwell. Maxwell wore a worn-out white shirt and he was sloppy. Moreover, Maxwell held a cigarette in his hand. The choking smell of the cigarette spread out at the front desk. The receptionist was angry! The receptionist covered her mouth as she waved her hand to disperse the choking smell of the cigarette. She shouted sternly, "Who do you think you are? Hurry up and get out. How dare you see President Greta?" Maxwell wasn''t angry when he heard what the receptionist said. He was calm. He said slowly, "Call her and confirm my identity." The receptionist sneered and threatened loudly, "President Greta is the core of the Sandoval Group. Do you think she will have the time to meet a punk like you? Hurry up and get out. Otherwise, I''ll call the security guards." Not long after, people gathered one after another. Maxwell had no choice but to reveal his identity and said, "I am President Greta''s husband." "President Greta''s husband?" The receptionist was surprised. Then she examined Maxwell up and down, covered her mouth and chuckled, "How could you be President Greta''s husband?" "Stop bragging. How could you say that you''re Greta''s husband? You''re shameless." "Why did the security guards let him in? It''s strange." The people discussed about it. They looked at Maxwell with amusement. Maxwell stood at the center calmly and stared at the receptionist with a teasing smile. "You can''t nder President Greta." The receptionist made a call. Soon, two security guards rushed up and pounced on Maxwell. Maxwell squinted his eyes and took a step back. They didn''t catch Maxwell and bumped on each other! "Catch him!" The security guards looked at each other. Maxwell attacked them with his palms. The wind of his palms caused the security guards to fly backwards and smash heavily onto the wall. The wall was cracked! They didn''t see Maxwell''s movements clearly! Greta was discussing the details of the cooperation with Hal in her office. Greta heard the noise outside the office and frowned. "What happened? Wait a minute." Greta smiled charmingly, stood up and walked out of the office. She wore high heels. Greta pushed away the crowd and saw Maxwell holding an insted box in one hand. Many employees looked at him. "Why did youe here?" Greta was furious. She shouted at Maxwell. Maxwell turned around and saw Greta. He handed over the box with a ttering smile. "President Greta, the take-out is not good for your health. I cooked some dishes at home and brought them over for you." The receptionist was confused. Maxwell was attentive. She was nervous. Could this man be President Greta''s husband? President Greta''s husband was so slovenly! How could it be possible? The crowd stopped discussing. They looked at Maxwell. They were surprised. This was President Greta''s mysterious husband! Chapter 17: Be in Danger Chapter 17: Be in Danger The people present were all employees of the Sandoval Group. They had heard that Greta had a mysterious husband. There were rumors about Greta''s husband in thepany. However, when Maxwell appeared, many people couldn''t believe it. "Is this President Greta''s husband? The Sandovals are wealthy in Ocean City. Why he is so slovenly?" ''He may be the Sandovals'' worst son-inw, right?'' Many people thought like that. Maxwell ignored those discriminatory gazes and looked at Greta. Greta red coldly at Maxwell. She was angry! She had warned him not to leave the vi, but he went to herpany! The receptionist whispered, "President Greta, he said he was your husband and he wanted to see you, so I''m confirming his identity." Greta nced at the receptionist coldly and said to Maxwell, "Follow me." Then she turned around and walked towards the office. Maxwell nced at the receptionist. The receptionist was astonished and embarrassed. Although Greta didn''t admit it, her reaction exined everything. The man with the tattered clothes was President Greta''s husband. Why did Greta choose him? The crowd disassembled, but they didn''t calm down for a long time. Soon, the description of Maxwell spread throughout thepany. Although many employees didn''t say anything, they looked down upon Maxwell. The Sandoval Group was famous. Greta chose such a man to be her husband. They heard that he didn''t have a job. He was a loser. No wonder President Greta didn''t introduce him. She was reluctant to admit that he was her husband. Greta crossed her arms over her chest and walked towards the office angrily. Her footsteps echoed in the corridor. After Greta rushed into the office, Maxwell followed her and saw Hal sitting on the leather sofa. "Greta, why is Mr. Maxwell here?" Hal was surprised when he saw Maxwell. "I also want to ask you. Didn''t I tell you not toe to thepany?" Greta asked coldly. "President Greta, I''m worried about you," Maxwell smiled awkwardly. "Thank you. There''s no need!" Greta picked up the pen container and smashed it at Maxwell! Maxwell didn''t dodge in time. He was struck by the pen container. He was awkward. Hal nced at Maxwell. No one knew his thoughts. He stood up and smiled at Greta, "Greta, since we have got the results, I have to go. I''ll invite you for dinner." Greta smiled charmingly. After Hal left, Greta sat down with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked at Maxwell who was sitting on the sofa coldly. Maxwell smiled embarrassedly and poured a ss of water for Greta. He said, "President Greta, calm down." Greta looked up at Maxwell who was slippery. She disliked him. She wished she could kick Maxwell out of the Sandoval Tower! Maxwell didn''t take her warning seriously. She felt humiliated because of him. How could she work in thepany? Many employees in thepany knew their rtionship, so there would be rumors. Greta said with a disgusted expression, "Put down instion box and get out." "Alright." Maxwell walked out of the Sandoval Tower and rode the bicycle. He didn''t notice that Hal was N?velDrama.Org owns this text. staring at him and smiling coldly. Hal wore sunsses in a ck car. Hal was not far from the bicycle. "Dad, tonight I will arrange someone to catch him and dedicate him to the royalty of France. As for Greta...." Greta was beautiful. He smiled wickedly. How could he let Greta off? He always remembered that Greta humiliated him in the high school. She was a famous beauty in business circles of Ocean City. He wouldn''t let her go. He would get her tonight. She would be his toy. She was extremely sexy. He was excited. Maxwell would witness how he would torment Greta! ... At night, Greta returned to the vi coldly. Even though Maxwell was enthusiastic, she ignored him. Greta dawdled in the bedroom on the second floor for a long time before changing into a tight suit. Maxwell was fascinated by her. "Don''t look at me!" When Greta noticed that, she shouted coldly. She pulled the hem of her skirt and avoided Maxwell''s gaze. Maxwell looked away and smiled embarrassedly, "When will President Greta be back?" "I''m not sure," Greta said in a hurry and walked out of the vi. This banquet was important. Greta couldn''t bete. The Sandoval Group''s cooperation with Hal had reached the most important moment. She couldn''t make any mistakes. Greta nned to take advantage of this meal to cooperate with Hal. Maxwell walked to the window and watched Greta getting in the Maybach. Le drove the car away. Ever since Le became Greta''s personal bodyguard, Greta''s personal chauffeur was dismissed. Le reced him. Le was good at driving. She wasn''t worse than the previous private chauffeur. After they arrived at the hotel, Le followed Greta, but she was stopped by Greta. "I believe Hal. You may disturb our cooperation. Wait in the car." "President Greta, someone tried to assassinate you not long ago," Le hesitated. "Don''t worry. Hal won''t hurt me. I knew him in high school. I believe him," Greta said in a charming voice. Greta walked into the hotel. When she entered the private room, she didn''t see Hal. Five or six strong men were sitting inside. Greta was shocked. Looking at them, she was nervous. She had an ominous premonition. "I''m sorry. I made a mistake...." Greta was interrupted. Someone covered her mouth with one hand. They pressed her down on the table. "Who are you??" Greta was scared! They looked at Greta with a sinister smile and took out a hemp rope to tie her hands. Greta trembled and panicked, but she could do nothing! In the blink of an eye, a button was pulled off. Greta''s tight white shirt was unbuttoned. They were excited. They were staring fixedly at Greta. Suddenly, one man pulled off another button! Greta felt shameful and shouted, "Let go! You aremitting a crime!" They ignored her and smiled more ferociously. In the next room, Hal listened to the voice and smiled coldly. He was standing by the window, drinking a mouthful of the Lafite slowly. He looked out of the window. It was dark outside. No one could save Greta. Her trashy husband was probably beaten up by Hal''s men at the vi! They tore apart Greta''s skirt. Greta''s skirt was torn apart. She panicked. "No. Please let me go. Maxwell, help me...." Chapter 18: Is It too Late? Chapter 18: Is It too Late? Greta''s dress was torn apart into pieces and fell to the ground. Her ck stockings were grasped by a man. He tore apart her stockings. Her ck stockings were torn apart into two pieces. Her alluring snow-white legs were exposed. Greta struggled. She was angry and scared! She never expected that she would be raped by a few strong men! "No! Please stop. I can give you anything you want." Greta''s long hair was messy. She was in a panic. "I want you to call me ''Dad''. Do you agree?" A strong man held Greta''s chin with a vicious smile. "Where''s Hal? Where is he?" Greta said in a trembling voice. Theyughed and sneered. Where was Hal? Hal was in the next room. He was waiting for a tortured and exhausted goddess being sent to him and bing his toy! "Who''s your boss?" Greta looked at them and thought of the assassination a few days ago. Greta regretted it. If she hade here with Le, she wouldn''t have been like this. They tore apart her shirt. Greta''s white shirt was torn apart! Her snow-white body shone under the white light. Greta closed her beautiful eyes and shed tears. She felt painful. Maxwell felt anxious in the vi. He felt that something was wrong, but he didn''t know what was wrong. A few people climbed over the wall of the vi swiftly. Maxwell squinted his eyes. He was wary. They tossed a hook and grabbed the rope to climb on the wall. They crawled like geckos. They moved quickly! When they were about to climb into the bedroom on the second floor, Maxwell said coldly in the pitch- ck room, "Who''s your boss?" Maxwell walked out of the corner of the bedroom slowly. "Go to hell!" They thrust the daggers at Maxwell with all their might! If they stabbed him, he would die! Maxwell disappeared. They failed. "You soil the floor!" Maxwell said coldly behind them. The temperature in the bedroom dropped sharply. It almost reached to the freezing point! They turned around. They didn''t see the movements of Maxwell. They were kicked! They didn''t know that the biggest taboo they vited was to soil the floor! They didn''t know how much effort Maxwell made to wipe the floor every day. When they stepped on the floor, everything was in vain! They fell on the ground. They flew out of the second-floor window and fell on the ground severely. They were in a sorry state! "Who''s your boss?" Maxwell''s tone was calm and deep. They kept silent and wanted to escape, but their legs had been broken by his kicks! "No one answered me." Maxwell smiled coldly and attacked them. He shot the ck light to them. They screamed in pain. A bloody scar appeared on one man''s left arm. His arm was cut off! His arm was cut off easily by that ck light! "Who''s your boss?" Maxwell was furious. This was Greta''s home. Maxwell didn''t expect that these assassins woulde here! N?velDrama.Org (C) content. "It''s Mr. Hal!" The man covered his arm and twitched in pain. "Hal!" Maxwell thought about it and knew Hal''s intentions! Hal tried to capture him and Greta in one go! Maxwell took out his phone and made a call. "My wife is in danger. Tell Le to find my wife immediately!" Maxwell said sternly. He was calm, but he was terrifying! He knew Greta. It was impossible for her to keep Le by her side! "I see. I''ll notify her immediately." The young man knew the seriousness of the matter and hung up the phone. Maxwell rushed into the garage and rode the dpidated bicycle! He was in a hurry to save Greta. Maxwell rode the bicycle fast. The tires of the bicycle rubbed against the ground at high speed. The sparks flickered faintly. In the blink of an eye, he left countless cars behind. Many drivers only felt a gust of wind blowing by their side. They were surprised. They saw a man riding a bicycle in disbelief. He was galloping like a gust of wind! It was too fast! Many roaring sports cars were slower than him! Maxwell was anxious. He was worried that Le would be toote. Greta had never experienced such a crisis, so she wasn''t alert. She was too easy to trust others. Maxwell was furious. If something happened to Greta, he wouldn''t let Hal off! Inside the hotel, Greta''s hands were tied with a hemp rope and her legs were controlled by two strong men. Another man was staring at Greta evilly. He was about to rape her.... The door was opened. The private room door was kicked open. Le arrived. "Who are you?" They looked up at Le andughed sinisterly. "It''s great. One woman isn''t enough for us." "This girl doesn''t have plump breasts, but she has nice ass." "She''s so well proportioned. She''s sexy. I like arrogant girls." They were ferocious and excited! Chapter 19: Why does He Come Here? Chapter 19: Why does He Come Here? Le nced at them coldly. Then she saw Greta struggling. Le was furious. The mysterious person didn''t lie. Greta was in danger! Le clenched her hands tightly. Although she was beautiful, she was terrifying. "Catch her!" One of the men sneered, picked up a steel pipe and rushed towards Le! They picked up the steel pipes threateningly. They were aggressive! "No!" Greta shouted. She was worried. Le was surrounded by these strong men! Greta closed her eyes. She didn''t want to see Le being beaten up. Not long after Greta closed her eyes, these men screamed in pain. After Greta opened her eyes, she saw that these men who were holding the steel pipes were lying on the ground in a sorry state! Le stood in front of them coldly. She didn''t get hurt. These men got hurt. Some of them knelt on the ground and covered their bellies. Their heads were covered with blood! "Who are you?" A man who was grasping Greta was shocked. He didn''t see what had happened clearly. His mates pounced towards Le, and then they flew backwards like a kite with a broken string. They got hurt! Le attacked quickly. The man didn''t see Le''s movements clearly! The man was a hooligan. He didn''t recognize what Le used was the Military Boxing! "Let go!" Le walked towards the man. Wherever she passed, they howled in pain! "No way! Bitch!" the manughed sinisterly. Le rushed towards the man! In the blink of an eye, Le appeared in front of the man! "Go to hell!" the man shouted. He smashed the steel pipe down on Le! Greta was shocked. The steel pipe was as thick as a child''s arm. If Le was hit by it, Le would get hurt seriously! "No," Greta shouted, but it was toote! The man failed. Le dodged the steel pipe with a strange posture. It was dangerous. The man was shocked and at a loss! She dodged it! How could it be possible? Normal people couldn''t dodge it. Le grasped the man''s shoulder. Then she lifted him and threw the man on the ground! The man fell on the ground! The floor was cracked! Greta was shocked. Her face turned pale. Le was better than Greta''s expectation! "President Greta, I''m sorry I''mte." Greta trembled. Le helped Greta up and apologized to her. "I''m fine," Greta said in a trembling voice. Her clothes were shattered. Her wless and exquisite skin was exposed. They saw her plump breasts and booty. Le took off the clothes of the men and put them on Greta. "Who''s your boss?" Le squatted down and turned the men around, but they fainted. In the next room, Hal held the goblet. He was at ease. After a long time, the sound of the next room became lower. He smiled. It was enough. Greta must have been tormented and wasn''t that arrogant anymore. Hal thought that these men must have raped Greta and she was unable to stand up. "Greta, you humiliated me. I will take revenge on you!" Hal smiled coldly. He would let Greta be his toy. The goddess would be his personal toy. "Bring Greta over," Hal said to one of his subordinates. "OK." Not long after the subordinate left the room, he rushed in panic. "Where is she?" Hal frowned. He didn''t see Greta. "Mr. Hal, President Greta...." The subordinate was nervous. "President Greta was saved by her bodyguard." Hal was shocked. He stared at the subordinate and quivered with rage. He asked in disbelief, "What did you say?" "President Greta''s bodyguard arrived and knocked our men unconscious." The subordinate trembled. Hal was furious. His hand that was holding the goblet trembled. "Wasn''t her bodyguard downstairs? Why did her bodyguard go upstairs?" Hal was furious! "I don''t know. Her bodyguard seems to have got some news...." The goblet was crushed into pieces! Hal held the goblet tightly. The exquisite goblet was crushed into pieces! "Damn it!" Hal muttered to himself coldly. He couldn''t ept that the n he had arranged carefully failed! Hal let go slowly. His palm was cut by sharp ss fragments. The blood flowed down. N?velDrama.Org (C) content. After Leforted Greta who was shocked, Le asked, "President Greta, what happened?" "I don''t know." Greta had mixed feelings. She couldn''t ept that Hal asked these men to rape her. "Why did you know that I was in danger and go upstairs to save me?" Greta frowned and crossed her arms over her chest to covering her plump breasts. "Someone texted me. The person said that you were in danger." Le handed her phone to Greta. Greta nced at it and found that the message was from an unknown number. "President Greta is in danger. Room 616. Hurry up and save her." The sentence was simple, but Greta was worried. The person who texted Le knew the banquet. Moreover, the person even knew the room number. Greta didn''t tell anyone. Even Le didn''t know it. Who was the person? The private room door was pushed open. A young man walked in with a nervous expression, "President Greta, are you all right?" Greta looked up at the young man. She disliked him. Why did hee here? Chapter 20: Criticisms Chapter 20: Criticisms Greta didn''t expect that Maxwell woulde here. She didn''t want to see him. "President Greta, what happened?" Maxwell rushed to Greta. He was worried. However, Greta nced coldly at him and said to Le, "Turn him out of here." "OK." Le replied and looked at Maxwell, "Please get out of here." "President Greta, I...." Maxwell was about to say something when Greta red fiercely at him and shouted coldly, "Get out! Don''t embarrass me." Maxwell had no choice but to wait outside. Greta held the phone and stared at the screen. She thought about it. She always had a feeling that someone had been helping her secretly since the assassination at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower. The person even knew the hotel room number, but she didn''t know anything about the person. Who was the person? Why did the person help her? Did the person know her? Greta frowned. She couldn''t figure it out. The number was disyed on the screen. She didn''t know who sent the message. Greta didn''t know why she thought of Maxwell. She was upset that she thought of Maxwell. A strange thought appeared in Greta''s heart. They were all humans. Why was the mysterious person so different from Maxwell? The difference between them was huge. One had helped her secretly, but the other had made things difficult for her! Maxwell was nobody. When Greta walked out of the private room and wore a coat, Maxwell was waiting outside. He came up to her and said anxiously, "President Greta, are you all right?" "It''s none of your business," Greta replied coldly. She wanted to turn Maxwell out as far away as possible! Every time he couldn''t save her in time, he pretended to be worried about her after the idents. She felt disgusted. "President Greta, what happened?" Maxwell was furious, but no one could notice that. He stayed calm. "Why do you ask me? You have seen it," Greta sneered. Le looked at Maxwell and squinted her eyes. Le also was unsatisfied with Maxwell. Maxwell nced at Greta. Greta''s clothes were torn apart into pieces. Only the thince wrapped her delicate body. Her snow-white skin was exposed. He was fascinated by her slender legs! Maxwell looked down from her sexy vicle to her plump breasts and slender waist. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. Maxwell was fascinated by her. He couldn''t look away. "Stop looking at me!" Greta couldn''t bear it anymore. She was about to go crazy when she saw him staring at her sosciviously! Maxwell regained his senses and smiled embarrassedly, "President Greta, I''m checking if you got hurt." "President Greta, where is Mr. Hal?" Maxwell asked. "I don''t know," Greta replied coldly. Hal walked over from the end of the corridor. When he approached her, he slowed down. Greta turned around and saw Hal walking over in panic. "Mr. Hal?" Greta was astonished. Hal was in a sorry state. His face was swollen and his hands were bandaged with gauze. Blood was oozing from the wound. Maxwell looked at Hal coldly. Hal did all of that! Hal slowed down and looked at Greta. "Greta, I''ve been attacked," he spoke in a hoarse voice. Greta looked at Hal and frowned. "Have you been attacked? Who attacked you?" Hal thought about it and said, "I don''t know. A few hooligans held the steel pipes." "Hooligans?" Greta felt relieved and didn''t doubt Hal. "Are you all right?" Greta stepped forward and examined Hal carefully. "I''m fine, Greta." Hal nced at Greta and became angry, "How dare they...?" Hal looked at Greta''s sexy body. He wanted to get her. Le didn''t notice that. Maxwell noticed that and sneered. "Call the police," Greta said and nced at Maxwell. She disliked him. "OK." Maxwell took out his phone. After calling the police, Greta said, "Get the clothes from the trunk of the car for me." After Maxwell took the clothes and Greta put them on, Greta looked at Hal and said in a charming voice, "Mr. Hal, what a pity. It''s not a good time to discuss about our cooperation. Let''s meet tomorrow at thepany." Then Greta turned around and walked towards the door of the hotel. Hal watched Greta leaving and smiled. One of Hal''s men walked out of the room and said, "Mr. Hal, what should we do next?" Hal coldly said, "It''s not too bad. I hurt myself to get her trust." When he thought of Maxwell, he sneered disdainfully. ''Maxwell was a loser. When I get his wife, he won''t have the guts to save her!'' Hal couldn''t understand why the Sandovals chose such a loser! ... Greta changed into the new clothes and left the hotel. Maxwell followed Greta and Le until they got in the Maybach. Maxwell said, "President Greta, it''s gettingte and there is no taxi. Please give me a ride." Greta was angry. She was indifferent towards Maxwell. She looked up at Maxwell angrily, "How did you In the blink of an eye, Maybach rumbled and disappeared.... Maxwell smiled bitterly. The police car wasing. He smiled meaningfully. Chapter 21: I Hope You Will Not Regret It! Chapter 21: I Hope You Will Not Regret It! ... In the private room of the hotel, Hal removed the gauzeyer byyer gently. The wound on his palm hadn''t healed. It was bleeding! "Greta...." Hal''s gaze was cold and terrifying. He was like a ferocious beast! The wound on his hand was caused by Greta. He had never suffered such humiliation since he was born! He wanted to get Greta, but he failed again and again. He couldn''t stand that! He swore he would use his injured hand to torment that beautiful Greta. She would suffer a lot. A strong wind blew in through the window. Hal felt cold and strange. Suddenly, darkness overwhelmed the room. The lights in the room were turned off! Hal narrowed his eyes as he suddenly found a dark figure in the corner of the room. The room was dark. Hal couldn''t see the person''s face clearly. "Who are you?" Hal said vigntly. "Mr. Hal, the wages of sin is death. I advise you not to bear ill will towards the Sandoval Group and Greta," the man said slowly. Hal felt the temperature dropped inexplicably and sharply. "Don¡¯t pretend to be mysterious. Who are you? How dare you teach me how to do?" Hal sneered. With his father''s status overseas, no one would have the guts to hurt him. The man was nobody to Hal. Hal nced at him and said, "You''re nobody. Even Derrick doesn''t have the guts to provoke me." How could Hal be afraid of the man? Even though the Sandoval Group was influential and Derrick was powerful in the Ocean City, Derrick''s power was limited. Hal''s father founded the YH Group, which was well known overseas. The Sandoval Group was much inferior to the YH Group. Manyrge overseas enterprises were rted to Hal and his father closely. Therefore, Greta was polite to Hal. What Hal said was true. Even if Derrick had done business for decades,pared to the YH Group overseas, he was nothing. Hal looked at the man and smiled mockingly, "Hurry up and get out. I''ll spare your life. Otherwise, you will die miserably." "It usually takes ten minutes for the police to arrive here, but this time, the police only took five minutes. You called the police five minutes ago. You arranged all of these things." The man walked out of the darkness slowly. Hal was surprised. Hal saw Maxwell''s face under the moonlight andughed out loud, "It''s you! But Maxwell, you¡¯re just a nothing-for-good!" This is from N?velDrama.Org. Maxwell was calm, but only those who were familiar with him knew that Maxwell was more terrifying than usual! "Yes. I plotted all these things. Do you think you can change my mind?" Hal spat and looked at Maxwell with contempt. "What''s your identity? Greta''s weak husband? Or the Sandoval family''s son-inw? But aren¡¯t you just a servant in her family?" "I¡¯ll give you a chance. Cooperate with my wife. Otherwise, YH Group will disappear in the overseas business circles." Maxwell blew smoke rings calmly as if he was talking about an ordinary matter. Hal was astonished. He sneered and didn''t believe Maxwell. Maxwell said that the YH Group would disappear in the overseas business circles. This was the funniest joke that Hal had ever heard of during this century! If the YH Group disappeared, the overseas business circles would be thrown into turmoil! Halughed mockingly, "It''s impossible. How could you eliminate YH Group from the overseas business world? Don''t brag." Maxwell looked at Hal meaningfully and said, "I gave you a chance. I hope you won''t regret it." Maxwell turned around and walked towards the door. Chapter 22: Are You Afraid? Chapter 22: Are You Afraid? "Stop!" Hal shouted suddenly. Hal said maliciously, "You must die. You won''t see the sun tomorrow!" Suddenly, a loud sound rang out! A ck light shone out from Maxwell''s palm and hit towards Hal! The speed was fast! It was so powerful that it even cut off the air like a sword and brought about guts of strong winds! The ck light grazed Hal''s fingers and plunged into the wall! The wall was cracked. A sharp pain shot through Hal''s finger. Hal screamed miserably. He gaped at his bleeding middle finger. Part of it had been severed from his finger, and in the next moment, it fell to the ground. When he finally managed to prop himself up from the ground, he found Maxwell had left. One of Hal''s subordinates rushed in in panic, "Mr. Hal, something bad happened!" "Say it!" Hal gritted his teeth with the intense pain. There was deep hatred in his gaze! "The overseas headquarters called and said that there is a mysterious overseas consortium cracking down on our group!" "It¡¯s only a consortium. What have you got to be afraid of?" Hal snorted coldly. "The management of the headquarters all resigned just now. It looks like that they were threatened! There is no management at all in the headquarters. Things there are in a mess!" ¡°What?¡± Hal was astonished. The headquarters would be vulnerable to the mysterious consortium in absence of the management! Where did the threate from? Why did all the management resigned? The phone rang when Hal was thinking to himself. Hal answered the phone with intense pain, only to hear his father¡¯s voice in panic, "Have you offended anyone? The headquarters is in chaos!" "What is going on?" Hal asked. "You offended someone. My partners said that you had offended someone. They''re moring to withdraw their shares!" "The headquarters will go bankrupt. What did you do?" Hal trembled, with his eyes wide open. He couldn''t believe in it. Could it be him? How was this possible? The headquarters fell into chaos only two minutes after he had left! Hal wasn''t stupid. Overseas, only a limited number of figures had such power and impact! "If it was him...." Hal trembled and felt afraid. He broke out in cold sweat! Hal had always been calm. However, when he guessed the identity of Maxwell, he got anxious! Hal hung up the phone and said to his subordinate, "Hurry up. Get me the precious gifts. I''m going to N?velDrama.Org owns this text. visit the Sandovals." "But Mr. Hal, the gifts were prepared for the leaders of China...." "Just follow my order!" The subordinate was puzzled by Hal¡¯s anxious looks.. Hal had never been so uneasy that he even ordered to send those precious gifts out. Those gifts were prepared for the leaders of China. They were bigwigs in China. And now Hal was about to send them to someone else! ... Maxwell finally made it home to the vi by bicycle. After pushing open the door and entering the vi quietly, he found Greta sleeping on the luxurious leather sofa. Chapter 23: Good at Acting! Chapter 23: Good at Acting! Maxwell looked at the exquisite figure of Greta with a doting smile. He walked up to Greta quietly and took a basin of water to wash her feet. Maxwell took off Greta''s exquisite red high heels and touched her slender snow-white legs in the tight ck stockings. He grabbed the ck stockings gently and took them off slowly. The ck stockings folded and slid down from her straight snow-white legs smoothly. Holding the exquisite snow-white feet and feeling the milky and wless skin, Maxwell got excited and couldn''t calm himself down for a few minutes. He caressed her delicate skin and her snow-white feet with rough hands. He had seen countless beauties overseas, but had never seen such snow-white feet! Greta¡¯s feet weren''t smelly at all. They even had a pleasant and faint fragrance. He liked the feet too much to let go of them. He put her feet into the warm water. The water was warm andfortable, driving Greta¡¯s frown away. The sleeping Greta had not the least idea that Maxwell was massaging her feet carefully. He massaged all the acupoint on her feet. Greta soon got rxed. It was like a miracle.... He looked up at her delicate face. Greta looked tired, arousing the tenderness within Maxwell. Although Greta had powerful aura, she was a woman anyway. Recently, she had run into many things, which exhausted her. Maxwell massaged Greta gently for half an hour. His hands turned pale because after being soaked in h the water for a long time. Most would get numb legs after squatting for half an hour massaging. But Maxwell was an exception. He felt nothing after squatting for such a long time. The bigwigs of the Western Dark World would be mind-blown if they knew what Maxwell was doing! They couldn''t imagine that the Dragonlord would be willing to bend his knees and massage an ordinary businesswoman with that long-lost technique! Several famous overseas medical institutions once jointly invited the Dragonlord to disy that massage technique, but got refused.... Not long after, Greta rxed. The frown disappeared. Maxwell heard Greta''s gentle breathing. Then he lifted her delicate feet gently and wiped them dry with a towel. He carried her up and walked towards the bedroom on the second floor.... When Maxwell walked down the stairs, it was midnight. It was dark outside. Suddenly, he heard a rumbling sound afar. A ck BMW sped over and stopped at the door of the vi. The car door was pulled open. The pain caused Hal to sweat. He rushed down from the BMW. His subordinates took the gifts from the trunk and followed closely behind Hal. Hal rushed to the door of the vi and rang the doorbell frantically. The ear-piercing sound of the bell echoed in the room. Maxwell picked his ears impatiently and shouted, "Who is it?" When Hal heard Maxwell''s voice, he trembled. He calmed down and said respectfully, "Mr. Maxwell, I''m here to discuss the cooperation with Greta." "It''s toote. She is asleep. Come back tomorrow," Maxwell said inside the vi. Hal was anxious. "Mr. Maxwell, I got some gifts for you. Please do take them." "I¡¯m fine. Give them to my wife tomorrow." Inside the vi, Maxwell heard what Hal said and sneered. He knew that Hal wanted to apologize, but the gifts meant nothing to him. Hal was nervous. Maxwell refused to see him! "If I had offended you, please forgive me. I didn''t mean it. I will leave now." Hal had to contain his anger. If Maxwell was the one who cracked down on the overseas headquarters, then Maxwell was more powerful than him! Hal didn''t even have the guts to question Maxwell. If Maxwell decided to destroy the YH Group, then he had the power to make it happen! Although Hal had doubts about Maxwell, he was not sure about it and didn''t take any action. If he were wrong, his father and the headquarters would be screwed up! "Go to the hospital." Hal got in the BMW. The driver started the engine. They drove away quickly. Maxwell stood by the window in the vi and watched the BMW disappear. He smiled and made a call, "Let¡¯s stop here. I have taught them a lesson. "Mr. Maxwell, does Hal give up? The YH Group is influential overseas. I''m afraid that he won''t give up and will attack Ms. Greta," the young man was worried. Maxwell said slowly, "The YH Group often takes part in the charity activities overseas. Let¡¯s give him a chance." Then he continued with a cold look, "I''ll kill him if he is disobedient!" ... The next day, it was in the president''s office in the Sandoval Tower. Melissa pushed open the door and said, "Ms. Greta, Mr. Hal ising for you." Greta looked up and said in a charming voice, "Ask him in." Hal walked into the office and saw the beautiful Greta. He smiled and made a signal. "Ms. Greta, I would like to send you something." Hal''s subordinates put down the gifts. Greta was surprised, "Hal, whys is this?" "This is my way saying sorry to you. You suffered a lot yesterday. I failed to ensure your safety. I''m here to apologize and I want to cooperate with you." When Hal was about to leave, Greta walked Hal out of the building. "Hal, I''m happy to cooperate with the YH Group," Greta spoke in an attractive voice. Her exquisite and beautiful face was filled with joy. She smiled charmingly. Hal didn''t forget yesterday''s warning and smiled faintly, "Ms. Greta, we cannot reach consensus without the help of a special person." "A special person?" Greta crossed her arms over cheat and raised the eyebrows. "Without him, our cooperation wouldn¡¯t take ce so quickly." After saying that, Hal got in the BMW and left fast. "Him?" Greta was surprised. She had never expected that the Sandoval Group''s cooperation with the YH Group was advanced by another person. Could it be that mysterious person again? That mysterious person had been helping her anonymously. Greta thought to herself. "Ms. Greta," someone greeted Greta from behind. Greta turned around and found Le. "What''s the matter?" Greta calmed down. "I have got clues to the case you asked me to work on," Le said. Greta became serious. Although Greta called the policest night, she knew how ipetent the police in the Ocean City was. So she asked Le to work on it. Now Le came to her with the clues. Returning to the office, Greta sat down, putting on a solemn look. "Go ahead," Greta said. "Ms. Greta, when you were attacked the first time, your husband disappeared. Right?" Le asked. "Yes," Greta nodded. "He showed upst night when you were attacked again, but didn¡¯t exin why," Le continued. "Do you mean¡­ he is the attacker?" Greta frowned. "It''s possible. After all, he doesn''t have an alibi," Le said. "No. It''s impossible," Greta chuckled and excused Maxwell. "I''ve married him for a few months. He''s no different from my servants. He isn''t capable to scheme things like this," Greta said. Le recalled Maxwell who was grimacing and obedientst night. She nodded and said, "OK. Ms. Greta, I need to stay at your house to ensure your safety. I also need a bodyguardpany to protect you." "OK. There are a lot of empty rooms in my house. After you see him do housework, you will know that he isn''t capable to do things like this," Greta nodded. The ck BMW stopped in front of the hotel slowly. The car window was rolled down gradually. A man''s face was revealed. He was as cold as ice. Hal took out the phone. His father on the other side said, "We solved the problem of the headquarters. The group lost over 10 billionst night. Have you offended anyone? How could he be so powerful?" "Dad, it¡¯s the man who was wanted on the streets of France. I thought he was nobody. It has never urred to me that he was so powerful." Hal looked down at his severed middle finger. He never expected that the man who looked weak almost destroyed the entire headquarters! Last night was a nightmare. A nightmare that Hal didn''t want to recall! "Are you sure? If he was so powerful, why did the France royalty want to arrest him?" Hal''s father asked. Hal didn''t know the reason. "Dad, do you mean it is not him?" Hal asked. "I¡¯m not sure who attacked the headquartersst night, but it can''t be the man wanted by the France royalty. It''s impossible for the France royalty to not know his identity. Do you understand?" Hal''s father said meaningfully. Hal thought of something. "Dad, I see." After Hal hung up the phone, he clenched tight his hand that missed one finger. He quivered with rage! "Maxwell! I will kill you!" Inside the BMW, Hal was furious and terrifying! He wanted to kill Maxwell! His looks were horrible! He didn¡¯t expect that Maxwell was so good at acting. Even Hal was deceived! Hal felt humiliated when he thought of how he apologized to Maxwell with giftsst night! Maxwell was shameless! "Bring Maxwell over. I want to kill him!" A taxi stopped in front of the Sandoval Tower slowly. Maxwell stepped out of the taxi and entered the Sandoval Tower. After making such a fuss at the Sandoval Towerst time, Maxwell became more famous than before. When he walked in, he attracted much attention. They were discussing about him. Many employees knew Maxwell. But that was because he was Greta''s weak husband. There were rumors that Maxwell couldn''t get enough food at the Sandoval family after he married Greta. In the eyes of these employees, Maxwell was a person who gave up his dignity in order to marry into a wealthy family. He wanted to be Greta''s husband, but ended up leading a life worse than a dog''s. Maxwell ignored these rumors and took the elevator to the top floor of the Sandoval Group. When the receptionist saw Maxwell, she didn''t stop him. She sneered and looked at Maxwell''s tattered clothes with contempt and disgust. He pushed open the door and walked into the president''s office, only to find Greta and a beautiful woman discussing something in the office. He nced at the woman. She was beautiful and sexy. Her long ck hair covered her shoulders. Her white uniform couldn''t conceal her charm. The cor of her uniform was cut low. He could see her ck bra faintly.... She was 90% perfect! He graded the woman immediately. She was near perfect! A rare beauty! Particrly, her long legs with ck stockings turned him on. The legs were eye-catching! As Maxwell came in, the beautiful woman and Greta noticed him. "Who is he?" The beautiful woman was confused. "He''s my husband," Greta replied impatiently. Then she red at Maxwell. "Didn''t I tell you not toe here? Go back home!" "Ms. Greta, I...," Maxwell smiled embarrassedly and was about to exin. Greta interrupted him, "Get out!" "OK." Maxwell left the office and waited outside. After a long time, Greta said in a charming voice, "Come in." Maxwell pushed the door open and entered. He saw the beautiful woman sitting on the sofa and crossing her attractive legs. He was fascinated by her narrow crack between her legs. The beautiful woman was examining Maxwell meaningfully. Her eyes were charming. "What''s the matter?" Greta sat on the chair and stared coldly at Maxwell. Maxwell looked at the takeout on the desk. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "Ms. Greta, takeout is not healthy. How about I inviting you to a meal?" "Greta, your husband is right. I just returned to this city. You cannot treat me with the takeout." The beautiful woman smiled. Her voice was sexy and charming. Greta nced at Maxwell and snorted coldly, "OK. I''ll treat you a meal. Let''s go." Greta stood up and took a few steps. She wore a pair of exquisite beautiful high heels. Then she stopped suddenly. She turned around and red at the beautiful woman angrily, "Harriet, don''t tell others in the group that he''s my husband!" "OK. I will do as you wish." Greta walked out of the office in the high heels. Harriet took out a cigarette. After lighting it, she smoked and looked at Maxwell meaningfully. "Greta has told me about you. But you aren''t as ipetent as Greta described." Maxwell looked at the charming woman. Her every move contained extreme charm. Even her smoking was iparably charming. "May I have your name?" Maxwell examined the beautiful woman up and down. "I''m Harriet Campbell, Greta''s best friend. When Greta studied in Pennsylvania Business School, we were ssmates." Harriet was in her thirties, but she looked more charming than many twenty-year-old girls. "I''m Maxwell Kirk, Greta''s husband." He smiled meaningfully and stared at Harriet''s exquisite and charming face straight. However, deep inside he was calm and not attracted by her at all. Every move Harriet made was tant seduction. If Maxwell were an ordinary man, he wouldn''t be able to control himself. "I didn''t know that Greta has so special taste." Harriet smiled and whispered in his ear, "I like useless men as well, but I like them to be useless in bed." Then Harriet turned around, opened the office door and walked towards the elevator not far away in the high heels. Maxwell smelled her fragrance. Looking at her back, Maxwell raised his hand and sniffed the faint fragrance on his fingertips gently. He smiled. When Maxwell arrived at the underground garage, he found Greta and Harriet sitting on the back seats. Maxwell will be the driver. "Ms. Greta, aren''t you going to have your bodyguard drive?" Maxwell asked s helplessly. "Don''t talk nonsense. Just drive. She''s investigatingst night''s attack." Greta red coldly at Maxwell. Maxwell sat on the driver''s seat. Through the rearview mirror, he saw two beautiful women sitting side by side on the back seats. Their distinct fragrances mixed and formed a strange fragrance that spread in the car slowly. After Greta said the address, Maxwell drove the ck Maybach S ss out of the garage, heading towards the restaurant. Half an hourter, the Maybach stopped at the entrance of a western restaurant. Maxwell pulled open the car door. Greta and Harriet got out of the car elegantly and went into the restaurant. Thedies were beautiful and graceful. Anyone of them was attractive to countless people, let alone they showed up together now. No men in the restaurant could help but nce at the gorgeousdies instantly, unwilling to look away. "How about this table?" Harriet chose a secluded corner and sat down. Not long after Greta and Harriet sat down, many men were about to strike up a conversation with them. But their vision was blocked by a ck figure. They were astonished, not expecting that the two sexy and beautiful women would dine with such a man. They were the beauties and the beast! "Ms. Greta, why did you choose this table? I can barely find it," Maxwell said. "It''s none of your business," Greta snorted coldly. Harriet looked around meaningfully andnded her eyes on Maxwell. "We would run into much more troubles if we hadn''t chosen this table." "What do you mean?" Greta was confused. Harriet smiled faintly. Her smile was so charming. N?velDrama.Org owns this text. "Greta, don¡¯t be stupid. How can you don''t know that?" Harriet said in an attractive voice. The waiter walked over. After Harriet and Greta ordered, Harriet handed the menu to Maxwell and blinked her beautiful eyes. "It''s your turn." Maxwell took over the menu and nced through it. Then he sneered and said, "They''re all noodles. Don''t you serve rice?" "I''m sorry, sir. This is a western restaurant. We don''t serve rice," the waiter said. People around looked at him with contempt. Had he ever had ny western food? He didn''t even know that western restaurants didn''t serve rice! This hick didn''t even have themon sense on western food, but he had the fortune to dine with two beautiful women. What a pity! "I want the medium rare steak." Maxwell pointed at the menu and ordered randomly. The waiter felt embarrassed. He advised politely, "Sir, the medium rare steak may not suit your taste. How about the medium well steak?." "Yes, listen to the waiter. You haven''t had the medium rare steak. Don¡¯t fool yourself around." Greta frowned. She recalled that Maxwell held the knife and fork in the wrong hands at a banquet thrown by Derrick. How could he know anything about steak? "Thanks, but I want the medium rare." Maxwell didn''t listen to the waiter. "The difference between the rare steak and the medium rare steak lies in the processing time on iron tes. They''re almost the same as the totally rare steak. The medium well steak keeps the vor of beef well and you won''t smell the blood. That¡¯s the best choice," a man said with sarcasm. Maxwell looked over and saw a man who nced at him with disdain. The man wore an expensive suit and sses with gold frames. The man in the suit spoke slowly, "If you haven''t had any western food, don''t pretend to know it well. The medium well steak is a recognized standard in the western food industry. Even westerners have the same opinion. Normally, only hicks don''t know the rule that everyone knows. How can you have the luck to dine with the two beautifuldies?" The man walked to Maxwell''s and looked down at Maxwell condescendingly. "If I were you, I would feel embarrassed. Get out right now." Maxwell smiled, "It looks like you know it very well." Chapter 24: Set a Trap! Chapter 24: Set a Trap! The man in the suit looked down at Maxwell with a cold smile, thinking to himself: why did this hick have the guts to show up in this high-end western restaurant? Many onlookers began to whisper. Obviously, the man in the suit was posh from the upper ss. How could the hick beparable to the man in suit? They were curious: was the hick going to show off in front of the man in the suit? "Your best choice is to leave now. You don''t know anything. How can you dine with thedies?" the man in the suit sneered. "You ordered the medium rare steak. I guess you haven''t had steak before. Don''t you know that no one will order a rare steak?" the man in the suit demanded. Greta felt anxious and embarrassed. Maxwell was her husband. He was humiliated by the man. In other words, she was humiliated, too. "Maxwell, don''t argue with him. You don''t know that. Change it to a medium well one," Greta said in a charming voice. Harriet looked at Maxwell meaningfully. There was striking light in her sexy and shining eyes. She was excited, trying to find out what Maxwell would do. "The hick is screwed. This is his first time to a western restaurant. He is making a stupid mistake." "I''ve had steak many times, and this is my first time to see someone order the medium rare steak. He probably doesn''t know how to use the knife and fork, right?" Many onlookers were discussing about Maxwell. They looked at him with a teasing smile. The man in the suit turned around and looked at Greta and Harriet. He smiled and said, "Beautiful "Us?" Greta was astonished. The man in the suit flirted with them in front of so many people! He was humiliating Maxwell! "You think you are somebody simply because you have had western food for a few times?" Maxwell said coldly to break the ice. The man in the suit turned around. Maxwell was looking at him calmly, with the eyes were as deep as an ocean. The man in the suit felt nervous! He had an illusion as if Maxwell wasn''t a hick. Maxwell''s aura was different from before. Maxwell said coolly, "Although the medium well steak doesn''t smell bloody and remains the juice, it tastes tough. The medium rare steak remains its original vor and tastes tender. The famous overseas chef Gordon Ramsey said that the medium rare steak tastes as smooth as silk. The vor was much better than the medium and medium well steak. Do you think your cooking skills are better than Ramsey''s?" The man in the suit was caught speechless. He wanted to refute against Maxwell, but found no w in Maxwell¡¯s argument. One of the onlookers said, "I recalled that Gordon did say in a food show that the medium rare steak was the most delicious and it remained the most primitive vor of the steak." Many onlookers looked at Maxwell with strange expressions. They were shocked. Why did this hick even knew the famous remarks of Gordon? "Don''t talk nonsense. I''ve never heard that before." The man in the suit was angry. Surprisingly, the hick who may hold the knife and fork in wrong hands was quoting the Gordon¡¯s speeches! "Since you''ve never heard of that, you probably also don''t know what kind of steak the Queen of Ennd likes, do you?" Maxwell asked with a teasing smile. The man became even angrier. The Queen''s hobby was well known. Even in China, as long as people often read the overseas news, they would know that the Queen preferred the medium rare steak. "Do you mean the Queen is also a hick?" Maxwell sneered. The man in the suit kept silent and became angrier! Maxwell''s words were like a p, which went to the man¡¯s face hard under the gazes of so many people! "Although the medium rare steak smells bloody, it can be concealed by the raw egg next to the steak. What do you think the raw egg is for?" Maxwell said indifferently. The man felt awkward. Not far away, two westerners had ordered two shares of medium rare steak. They cut the bloody beef, wrapped it in egg liquid, put it in the mouths, and enjoyed it slowly. It was exactly what Maxwell had said. The onlookers were surprised. This hick did know how to enjoy steak. They were enjoying the steak in the wrong way. Greta was in a daze. She breathed heavily, looked at Maxwell and couldn''t calm herself down for a long time. She stared at Maxwell''s back and felt confused. She felt that she couldn''t see through the man in front of her.... Harriet smiled charmingly. She was getting more and more interested in Maxwell. She didn¡¯t expect that he would solve the problem in this way. "I will teach you a lesson." The man in the suit was furious. He rushed out of the western restaurant after saying that. "Let''s enjoy the steak; otherwise it would get cold." Maxwell put his hands in his pockets, and turned around to walk up to Greta and Harriet with a smile. "When did you know about the steak?" Greta asked curiously. "I knew a little bit. I looked it up after cooking the steakst time. Otherwise, how could I fool him around?" Maxwell exined. Greta didn¡¯t quite buy Maxwell¡¯s exnation. She didn''t know why this usible man seemed to be much more mysterious than before.... "Let¡¯s enjoy the food. The steak will taste bad when it''s cold," Harriet urged. "I will go out to have a cigarette," Maxwell smiled. "Get out!" Greta red fiercely at Maxwell. She hoped he would stay away from her. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. Maxwell walked to the corner of the western restaurant. He took out a cigarette and lit it, when a van stopped abruptly. The rapidly spinning tires rubbed against the ground, creating the ear-piercing and shrill sound. The van stopped suddenly and the door was opened. Several men jumped off the van and rushed towards Maxwell with machetes in their hands! Their target was Maxwell! At the entrance of the western restaurant, countless people were shocked. They fled in panic! They were just ordinary people. They knew that Maxwell would be in trouble! Maxwell blew smoke rings indifferently and nced at these men calmly. Suddenly, he threw away the cigarette butt. His eyes were sharp. Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran towards an alley. "Get him, dead or alive!" They brandished their machetes fiercely, looking hideous! When they rushed into the alley, a ck figure jumped down suddenly, catching the men off guard. A strong man shouted and hacked the machete towards the neck of the ck figure! The man brandished the machete fiercely, waving it in the air! It was terrifying and dangerous! The next moment, the machete was grabbed by two hands. The man was shocked. He couldn''t believe what happened! Suddenly, the machete was shattered. Those men were kicked down and couldn''t stand up. They even didn''t know what had happened or see clear the figure "Run!" When they rushed out of the alley, they heard the police siren from afar! The police wasing! The police car blocked the entrance of the alley. A beautiful woman stepped out of the police car. Holding a pistol of Type 92, she pointed at these men and shouted, "Police. Freeze!" Those men with swollen and bruised faces trembled. They threw away their machetes slowly and squatted down. Maxwell walked out of the alley slowly. The beautiful woman turned him on. There was spark in his eyes. "You! Cover your head and squat down!" The beautiful police officer saw Maxwell and shouted. Maxwell said innocently, "Madam, it has nothing to do with me. They attacked me. Then they ended up like this...." However, the beautiful police officer remained indifferent. She was cold towards him and pointed the pistol at his forehead. "If you don''t squat down, I''ll shoot you!" Maxwell looked up at the pistol on his forehead and thought of something. There was coldness in his eyes. The structure of the pistol was simple. He could dismantle it within a second. He wasn''t afraid of it at all. Nheless, Maxwell put his hands on his head and squatted down in the corner with the others. "Sir, I''ve caught all of them. We''re about to return to the police station." After finishing the interphone, she kicked Maxwell and said, "Get in the car." ... In the interrogation room of the Ocean City Police Station, Maxwell was handcuffed to a chair. That pair of handcuffs glowed with silver light and they were firm. Maxwell felt ridiculous. "Name," A policeman asked expressionlessly. "Maxwell Kirk." "Gender." "Sir, do you think I look like a woman?" Maxwell ttered with a smile. "Cut the crap. I ask you about your gender!" The police officer pped the table. "Male." Behind the mirror on the other side of the interrogation room, a beautiful woman was staring coldly at Maxwell through the ss. ording to the report, the dark and short man injured several men who were much stronger than him. The beautiful officer crossed her arms over chest and stared coldly at Maxwell. She tried to find some clues from him. However, no matter how she examined him, she couldn¡¯t find any evidence that suggested Maxwell was good at the martial arts. "Sir, I know nothing about the case. While I was smoking, a bunch of people rushed over and hacked me. I ran into the alley. Then a mysterious person appeared and beat them up," Maxwell said innocently. It didn''t seem like he was lying. The door of the interrogation room was pushed open. The beautiful officer walked in. She said to the police officer who was interrogating Maxwell, "Take a rest. Let me interrogate him. " "Yes, Captain udia." She walked back and forth in front of Maxwell. Maxwell looked at her. Her face was extremely beautiful and exquisite. She wore a dark blue police uniform. The uniform fitted her curves perfectly. However, she was cold towards him all the time. "Let me introduce myself. My name is udia Rosario. I''m the captain of the police station. Someone reported that you took part in the affray. Do you have anything to say?" udia asked. He smiled and muttered, "Interesting. Someone reported it. " "What do you mean?" udia snorted coldly. "Captain udia, I was wronged," Maxwell said slowly but was interrupted by udia, "You''re wronged?! You broke one person''s four ribs. One has a severe concussion, and one has a hemorrhage. How can you say that you''re wronged?" udia said coldly, "If you don''t give a proper exnation, you will be detained for 15 days!" Maxwell stared at udia meaningfully. She said she would detain him for 15 days. Chapter 25: You Piss on My Leg and Tell Me Its Raining! Chapter 25: You Piss on My Leg and Tell Me It''s Raining! Maxwell was astonished. He would be detained for 15 days in this humble Ocean City Police Station. "Exin how you injured those people," udia questioned. Maxwell stared at udia meaningfully and calmly, "Captain udia, look at me. Do you think I can hurt them?" "Those people are ruffians of an underground organization in the Ocean City. They''re involved in a big drug trafficking case a few days ago. I suspect that you''re rted to that," udia said coldly. Maxwell sneered and looked at udia''s exquisite and charming face. Then he looked down. "Captain udia, you''re well proportioned," Maxwell said meaningfully. udia was furious and driven crazy! udia red at Maxwell coldly with embarrassment and indignation. She took out the pistol and pointed it at Maxwell''s head! The atmosphere in the room was tense! "Believe it or not, I''ll kill you," udia said coldly and wanted to kill him! "Of course, I do. Captain udia can even frame me. What else can''t you do?" Maxwell teased as if he was not in an interrogation room. That was understandable. Three years ago, Maxwell was kidnapped by the drug gangsters of the Golden Triangle when performing a mission as a spy. He broke through the blockades and blew up the drug production base by himself. Compared to the heavily guarded Siberian prison and the dangerous tropical rainforest, how could this interrogation room trap a hidden beast...? ... Hal stayed in a private room of a hotel a few kilometers away from the Ocean City Police Station. He caressed his broken finger wrapped in gauze and thought of something. "Mr. Hal, ording to thetest news, the trap you set has worked. Maxwell has been tricked. He is being interrogated by udia." One of his subordinates hurried to Hal''s side. "From what I know abouther, Maxwell will be detained." "Good. What about other tasks?" Hal asked slowly. " As long as we get the opportunity, we''ll bring him out of the police station and take him to you," the subordinate said respectfully. "He will be more miserable than death." Hal clenched tight the hand that missed a finger. His aura was terrifying! udia stared coldly at Maxwell. He wasn''t afraid of her! He didn''t take her seriously! udia walked out of the interrogation room. A middle-aged man walked over. "udia, any progress?" The middle-aged man in the police uniform asked. "He refuses to tell the truth. I''m going to detain him for a while until he tells the truth," udia snorted coldly. She hated him so much! "OK." After asking a few questions, the director waved his hand and asked udia to bring Maxwell to the detention cell. ... It was in Beijing, China. Many departments in China had never been made public, but there was an exception. The Security Department of China protected the security of the whole China. All the police stations in China listened to this Department. A mysterious ck phone rang in the office of the Minister of Security. At the same time, a telephone rang in an administrative office in the Ocean City! The Minister of Security was busy with work. When he heard the ringing, he got nervous! This ck phone hasn''t rung for many years, because only the overseas bigwigs could call in this The Minister of Security answered the phone with trembling hands. A person said coldly over the phone, "He has been detained by your Ocean City Police Station. You have five minutes to deal with it. Otherwise, you''ll have to bear the consequences." The Minister was shocked! How could it be possible? He was in China?! The Minister made a call and said sternly, "Put me through the Ocean City Hall. Hurry up!" ... As soon as the director returned to his office, he heard the telephone on his desk ringing crazily. The moment the director answered the telephone, he was shocked. "I''m from the Ocean City Hall. Release the man named Maxwell. This is an order from Beijing. If you don''t release him within five minutes, you will be fired!" "Beijing...." The director''s hand holding the phone was trembling. He had never received such a tough order from the City Hall! Maxwell was the man who was detained just now. What was his background? How could the leader from Beijing order to release him? This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. In a twinkling, the director thought about it and felt afraid! He broke out in a sweat. When he rushed out of the office, he saw udia in the corridor. "udia, hurry up and release the man you¡¯ve just detained!" the director said sternly. "Why?" udia was confused. "That man is innocent. The leader ordered to release him." The director took a deep breath. "The leader? No! He''s involved in a big drug trafficking case. This is an international case." udia was stubborn and didn''t listen to the director. "udia, even your father could do nothing about it. This isn''t an order from the City Hall, but from Beijing. If you don''t release him, I will bring you back to your father!" The director was tough. udia was astonished. The director had never been so angry. He was furious! "How could he have anything to do with Beijing?" udia pouted. Although she was reluctant, she had to follow the director¡¯s instructions. He was furious now. udia and the director hurried to the interrogation room. udia red at Maxwell hard and said coldly, "You can leave now." "Mr. Maxwell, this is a misunderstanding. You''re innocent. You can leave now," The directorughed. He looked at Maxwell as if he was looking at a god of gue! The director wished Maxwell to leave as fast as possible. He didn''t want to be fired. udia red coldly at Maxwell. Even though she was unconvinced, she could do nothing. All she could do was to watch this bastard swaggering out of here. Maxwell smiled and said slowly, "Sir, the matter can''t be cleared so quickly. I suggest you investigate it thoroughly." "You''re shameless! You piss on my leg and tell me it''s raining!" udia finally couldn''t bear it and shouted angrily. If her gaze could kill him, he would have been riddled with holes! "Captain udia, you are the one who arrested me. You said that I was involved in the drug trafficking case. And now you release me. Do you have any evidence?" Maxwell questioned harshly. udia was in a daze. She couldn''t find any ground to argue back. "Without any evidence, you detained me as your wish. Is this the rule of the Ocean City Police Station?" Maxwell sneered. udia flushed and felt embarrassed. "This ce is quite good. I''ll stay here for a while longer." Maxwell returned to the interrogation room and closed the door. The director and udia were helpless. Chapter 26: Top Secret! Chapter 26: Top Secret! The director turned around and red coldly at udia. He was angry. Why did udia arrest him? It was troublesome. He could be fired because of Maxwell! The director turned around and walked into the office. "Sir...." udia followed the director. She was confused. "Why did Beijing issue an order to release Maxwell? His resume says that he is an ordinary person," udia asked and crossed her arms over the chest. "I don''t know." The director''s expression was sinister and cold. He was terrifying! udia was astonished. The director had never been so furious. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. "I don''t care who he is. The City Hall called and said that I would be fired if I don''t release him within five minutes. udia, if I were fired, how would you exin it to your father?" The director turned around and looked at udia with a serious expression. He wasn''t joking. "I see." udia gritted her teeth. She didn''t know the shameless bastard was so powerful. The leader from Beijing ordered to release him. Who was he on earth? udia was smart. She frowned and thought about it, but couldn¡¯t figure out why. Maxwell''s identity was mysterious. udia walked to the interrogation room and crossed her arms over the chest. She looked through the surveince window on the door of the interrogation room. In the interrogation room, Maxwell was lying on the bed unscrupulously and sleeping soundly. He didn''t take this ce as a heavily guarded interrogation room! udia looked at this shameless bastard. She was furious. He had fallen asleep in such a short time. Was he taking this ce as his home? "Get up." udia''s beautiful eyes were filled with disgust. She pped the iron door a few times. "What''s wrong, Captain udia?" Maxwell got up and ttered with a smile. "Hurry up and scram. I don''t want to see you." udia''s tone was cold and she felt disgusted. "Captain udia, fifteen days aren''t over yet," Maxwell smiled faintly. "I''ve informed your wife. You got released on bail. You can leave now," udia said. "My wife?" Maxwell was surprised. Greta was quick. He had estimated that it would take a while before Greta arrived. But Greta was much faster than he had estimated. Maxwell walked out of the interrogation room. Then he was brought to the entrance of the police station by udia. He saw two beautiful women sitting on benches in the corridor. "Ms. Greta." Maxwell walked up to Greta and smiled embarrassedly. Greta stood up and felt more disgusted when she saw Maxwell. He was sloppier than before entering the police station. She smelled the smoke as if he had crawled out of a trench. Greta couldn¡¯t help but cover her nose. udia nced at Greta and Harriet. They were not less slimmer than udia. She was shocked, looking at Maxwell and suspecting his identity. How could an ordinary person know these two beautiful women. They even asked the police station to release him on bail. One of them was even the wife of this bastard. Was he lucky or was there something wrong with the police files? Did he have another identity? udia snorted coldly. Greta and Harriet had different temperaments, but they were both graceful. udia felt jealous. "Greta, your husband fought with others. I''m surprised." Harriet stared meaningfully at Maxwell, held a cigarette and spat out the smoke. "How can he injure someone? It''s good that he wasn''t killed. He was so weak. He always runs fast away from danger." Greta nced at Maxwell and sneered. Greta looked at him who always made things difficult for her. Her heart was filled with hatred. Whenever she was in danger, her husband would disappear. If she hadn''t hired a bodyguard, she might have lost her life long ago. Greta suspected her husband bullied the weak and feared the strong! Maxwell followed Greta out of the police station and got in the Maybach. They started the engine and left. ... It was in a private room of a five-star hotel in the Ocean City. Inside was luxurious decoration, soft carpets, and dim yellow diamondmps. This presidential suite was generally avable to those big shots in the Ocean City only. Hal looked up at the clock. He was wondering why Maxwell had not been brought before him. Everything was arranged perfectly. Maxwell had been trapped and he couldn''t escape even if he wanted to. As for the police station, he only needed to make a phone call to settle it. It wasn''t a big deal. As long as he could kill Maxwell, avenge his broken finger, and sleep with Greta and udia¡­ Hal would vent all his anger on that bitch Greta. Suddenly, the door of the private room was pushed open and one of Hal''s subordinates rushed in in panic. "Mr. Hal, Maxwell left the police station!" "What happened?" Hal was furious. His tone was extremely frightening and gloomy. "Didn''t we arrange someone in the police station? Anyone whoes to bail him out will be refused." "Mr. Hal, this is the order from the director. I don''t know what happened. They detained him. Then the director ordered to release him." The subordinate was shocked. The director ordered to release Maxwell in person! Why was he so powerful? How was that possible? "Maxwell!" Hal pped the wooden table fiercely. A crisp sound rang out. The wooden table was cracked. The cracks were shocking! Hal said hatefully. He had never thought that Maxwell would be able to escape from his n! ... Inside the Ocean City Police Station, udia looked through Maxwell''s information repeatedly. Maxwell was clean and ordinary without any problems. However, udia had an intuition that there was something wrong with Maxwell¡¯s information. Why did the leader from Beijing order to release an ordinary person? "Maxwell, you can''t escape!" udia muttered. She got up and walked towards the director''s office. "Director, I think there is something wrong with Maxwell. I hope you can check his file," udia said. "I see. I will look his file up." The director waved his hand. Because of Maxwell, he was almost fired. He became curious about this man as well. Who was he? What was his rtionship with the leader from Beijing? Maxwell almost ruined his career! The director developed strong curiosity towards Maxwell. Even if udia didn''t ask, the director would look him up. After udia left, the director stood up and walked to the window. He looked at the horizon in distance. The sun was setting. The clouds seemed to be burning, and they were extremely bitter beautiful. He thought of something. He didn''t know why, but had the intuition that the appearance of this mysterious man seemed to be some kind of omen. The Ocean City would be no longer peaceful. The director pushed open the door of the Archives Room and entered. He said indifferently to a police officer inside, "Investigate Maxwell, a local of the Ocean City." "Yes, Sir." The police officer searched for a moment and looked up. "Director, we don¡¯t have his file." "How is that possible?" The director was surprised! Maxwell''s file wasn''t in the archive system. Was the file he had forgery? "Sir, Maxwell isn''t from the Ocean City. Shall we look him up in the national archives system?" the officer asked. "Yes. Find him out," the director said firmly. He had to find out Maxwell¡¯s identity. Why did the leader of Beijing care about him? "Sir, I got it. There''s a man Maxwell, whose information matches all the characteristics you offered. He''s from Beijing," the police said. The director stared at the screen. He was excited! Maxwell was rted to Beijing! "Show me his personal experience." The director was serious and sharp. His tone was filled with uncontroble excitement. The screen went ck. Suddenly, the screen went ck and two bright red words appeared on the entire screen! They were shocked by the two big red characters! The police officer was shocked and the director''s eyes shone brightly. He stared at the screen. His breathing was rapid. He trembled! "How is that possible?" the police officer muttered and felt it was inconceivable. This was the most bizarre thing among the countless files he had investigated into ever since he took up this position. He was shocked. The director said, "Top secret!" Chapter 27: Collapse at the First Blow! Chapter 27: Copse at the First Blow! "It''s a top secret!" the police officer muttered in disbelief. The director was nervous and he shouted, "Shut up!" The police officer stopped talking. He nced at the director who put on a wary expression and understood what was going on. The director stared fixedly at the screen. Ever since he took office, he only heard about his predecessor talking about the top-secret files. He had never seen the top-secret files before! The director swallowed. The top-secret files were not only rare in the Ocean City, but across China! He couldn''t offend a person with top secrets. The director trembled. Now hee understood why the leader from Beijing was nervous and why the Ocean City Hall asked him to solve this matter within five minutes. It was because he had detained such a terrifying person! The director''s back was covered in cold sweat. His police uniform was drenched in cold sweat. When he recalled Maxwell''s thoughtful gaze, he felt even more afraid! "If you don''t want to be in danger, keep the secret, destroy the records and pretend that I haven''t been here today," the director said to the police officer seriously and slowly. The police officer nodded. The director was in a bad mood. He raised his stiff legs and walked towards the office step by step. ... Late at night, the Maybach stopped at the door of the vi slowly. Greta, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at Harriet and said in a charming voice, "You¡¯ve just returned to the Ocean City and don''t have a house here. There''re empty rooms in my house. You can live with me here." "OK." Harriet nced at Maxwell meaningfully who was sitting in the driver''s seat. She nodded. "Bring her suitcase in." Greta looked at Maxwell with ill intentions. "OK," Maxwell smiled embarrassedly. He didn''t have the guts to disobey her order. He opened the trunk and brought the suitcase into the vi. When Maxwell walked to the entrance of the vi, he saw two bodyguards in ck suits at the entrance. When they saw Maxwell, they reached out to stop Maxwell. "Sir, please show me your identification." They were expressionless. Maxwell was surprised. "I am Greta''s husband. This is my home." The bodyguards exchanged a nce and looked at Maxwell''s clothes. They didn¡¯t have a picture of Greta''s husband and hadn''t seen Maxwell''s face on the news. They only knew the famous goddess Greta. Maxwell was totally strange to them. Maxwell didn''t look like the husband of the president of the Sandoval Group! "I''m sorry. You are not allowed in without the identification," the bodyguard said. Maxwell was annoyed. He didn''t expect Le to hire two bodyguards and arranged them at the door. He was not allowed to go into his own home! Wasn''t this a big joke? If the media knew about this, Greta would lose her face! "Get out of the way. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences." Maxwell''s tone turned cold, and his gaze became much sharper. The bodyguards became vignt. They slowly reached towards the baton behind. As long as Maxwell attacked them, they would take actions and subdue Maxwell! "He''s my husband." An ice-cold but charming voice came from behind Maxwell. Greta and Harriet walked over, arm in arm. Greta nced coldly at Maxwell with disgust. She had to admit that he was her husband! It was too shameful to admit it! Would these bodyguards respect her in future? What made Greta even angrier was that Maxwell was detained. If it weren''t for her, Maxwell would stay there for 15 days. He always embarrassed her. The bodyguards saw Greta''s exquisite and charming face. In Ocean City, Greta was the only one with such a perfect and exquisite face! The bodyguards got out of the way and looked at Greta and Maxwell with strange expressions. In their eyes, Maxwell and Greta were not like a couple. Instead, they were like the hostess and the servant. After entering the vi, Greta got Harriet a room, while Maxwell carried the suitcase and tidied up the room for Harriet. Maxwell made the bed. Harriet took out a cigarette, took a puff, spat out a cigarette ring, and asked, "Greta said that you had been doing housework for her for the past three months. How do you take it?" Maxwell smiled embarrassedly and said, "She endures me in bed and I endure her off bed." Harriet was embarrassed and kept silent. Maxwell was indeed as what Greta had described. He was shameless! Maxwell turned around, saw the cigarette and said, "My wife doesn''t like people smoking in her house." Harriet smiled faintly. She was charming. "It''s none of your business. I love smoking. It has nothing to do with her." " Greta said that you had never slept with her. Do you want to sleep with me and have a try tonight?" Harriet said meaningfully. "Thanks but no. I''m afraid you won''t be able to stand me," Maxwell smiled. Harriet smiled meaningfully, "We haven''t tried. How do you know that I can''t stand you?" Maxwell smiled without saying a word. When he was overseas, he had slept with women of different regions and he knew them very well. The women in Europe and the United States were generally strong. However, every time Maxwell slept with them, they couldn''t stand him, let alone Harriet. If Maxwell did his best, Harriet would beg for mercy! After tidying up the room, Maxwell and Harriet went downstairs and saw Le and Greta sitting on the sofa. Le was holding a structure drawing of the vi and exining to Greta, "I will arrange 50 bodyguards in the vi, including fixed bodyguards, hidden bodyguards, and mobile bodyguards. They take a shift every 15 minutes to protect you." Greta listened to Le with admiration. Le was a professional. She was a top master in this regard. Greta looked down when she heard the exnation. She didn''t notice that Maxwell was looking at her snow-white corbone. "What are you doing? You''re concentrated." Harriet chuckled, walked to Greta''s side and sat down. "I hired bodyguards to protect us. Someone attacked me at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower. They may show up at my house." Greta handed the drawing to Harriet. "Are the bodyguards reliable?" Harriet blinked her beautiful eyes. "Yes. They are from China''s top bodyguardpany. It has protected countless movie and television stars, business celebrities and politicians," Le said. Harriet nced at the drawing and threw it to Maxwell. She said, "I''m just a woman. I know a little about business. How do I know about this?" "Do you think he knows that?" Greta nced at Maxwell and sneered. "Yes. Otherwise, he would not be able to humiliate that person." Harriet defended Maxwell. Greta sighed softly. She wanted to tell Harriet that Maxwell browsed the information on the Inte and made up a lie. How could he bepared to Le? Le had professional knowledge and she was the vice-captain of the Task Force. Le had won countless honors. How could Maxwell be a match to Le? As a man, Maxwell was inferior to Le in every aspect. Wasn¡¯t Harriet humiliating Maxwell by saying that? "What do you think??" Harriet smiled faintly and turned to look at Maxwell. Maxwell nced at it and calmly said, "Just so so. Apart from a few loopholes, there''s nothing wrong with it." Le said, "Loopholes? I''ve taken all the situations and positions into consideration. How can there be any loopholes?" "Yes, there are." Maxwell was about to continue but was interrupted. She frowned and looked at Maxwell. "It''s impossible. I''ve visited this vi several times. These bodyguards arepetent. There won''t be any loopholes. Don''t talk nonsense." Greta added, "Yes, don''t talk nonsense. Le is a master in this field. You are no match to her." Maxwell smiled faintly and didn''t say anything. In terms of tactics, he was the best. Even the champion country of the International Maldives Armament King Tournament had spent a lot of money on consulting the tactics from Maxwell The famous overseas tactical masters had to address Maxwell respectfully when they saw him! In Maxwell''s eyes, Le''syout would copse at the first blow! "It''s time for dinner. I''ll be the chef," Harriet smiled faintly and broke the ice. N?velDrama.Org owns this text. After dinner, Le walked to Maxwell and asked coldly, "Why do you say that myyout is so so and there are loopholes?" Le wasn''t convinced. Heryout was perfect, but Maxwell said it was so so. Le had a feeling that Maxwell didn''t brag as if he knew something. "The killers are able to climb up the roof with the help of a rope and enter through the roof at the warehouse." "They can climb through the water pipe next to the wall and climb into the second floor at a corner of the vi." "If you didn''t arrange hidden bodyguards in the private gardens outside the vi, the killers would put on their disguises and approach the vi. You won''t be able to notice them in the middle of the night." Maxwell was right. Le was shocked. Words were beyond her. Chapter 28: Brag Again Chapter 28: Brag Again Le stared at Maxwell. She was surprised! Maxwell''s words sounded like a fantasy, but it was like a bolt from the blue for Le! It destroyed Le''s confidence! Le looked at theyout drawing and felt shocked. He was right. It was reasonable. From the directions he had mentioned, there were problems with her arrangement. If the killers sneaked in from the directions he had mentioned, her bodyguards would not detect them! The killers would enter the vi easily. All her arrangements would be useless! N?velDrama.Org owns this text. Le was astonished. She looked at Maxwell who was indifferent. She stopped looking down upon him anymore, but with a serious expression. In China, she possessed special professional knowledge. It was easy for her to design theyout for such a vi, but Maxwell could tell the w at once. How could she underestimate him? In China, few people could tell the w at first sight! "How do you know that?" Le asked in a deep voice. "It''s simple. I spot them immediately," Maxwell smiled faintly. "Immediately?" Le was surprised. Noticing that Maxwell was arrogant, she bit her red lips tightly and felt disgusted. He was too arrogant! Le snorted coldly and didn''t take Maxwell seriously. She thought about it. If he could notice the w at once, why was he willing to stay by Greta''s side? Was it a coincidence? Le kept probing Maxwell, but she couldn''t tell his true color. "What''s the matter?" Greta wore a dress, came over elegantly, and sat beside Le. "Ms. Greta, I''m discussing with Mr. Maxwell about the locations of the bodyguards," Le said. Greta was surprised. She looked at Maxwell with disdain and said, "You don¡¯t have to discuss with him. He doesn''t know anything about that." Maxwell smiled and added, "She is right. I don''t know about that. Miss Le, just neglect my opinion." Le looked at Maxwell meaningfully and put theyout drawing away. Greta nced at Maxwell with disgust. He didn''t have any dignity and integrity as a man. How did she manage to live with him for three months? Le stood up and said, "Ms. Greta, I have to adjust the locations of the bodyguards." "OK," Greta nodded and sat on the sofa. Maxwell stared at Le''s back meaningfully. Le''s footsteps were regr. The distance between each step was simr. Every movement was standard. She wasn''t undisciplined as ordinary people. He knew she had joined the army. What Maxwell didn''t tell Le was that 30 people would be enough if he arranged their positions. Many of the 50 people that Le needed were wasted in useless positions. Greta crossed her arms over her chest and asked coldly, "Why did you have a fight with them? I had to bail you out." Maxwell poured a cup of tea for Greta gantly and said bitterly, "Ms. Greta, I didn''t hit them. They are strong, how can I beat them?" Greta thought about it carefully. That was true. In the past few assassinations, he ran faster than a rabbit. He didn''t have the courage to fight with anyone. "If you break thew, you deal with it by yourself. Don''t ask me to bail you out," Greta said coldly. She rushed to the police station today and many police officers were astonished. Fortunately, there were no the mediapanies near the police station. Otherwise, if they knew that, she would be the trending topic tomorrow morning! She took risked for him! It was because he had a fight with others! "Ms. Greta, don''t worry. I won''t be arrested by the police," Maxwell smiled embarrassedly and patted his chest. After a while, Harriet walked down from upstairs and sat beside Greta. It waste at night. No one knew if Harriet did it on purpose or not. She wore a translucent ck pajama. Maxwell saw her figure through the pajama. Harriet was well proportioned. She had plump breasts, wless long legs and exquisite face. She was so charming. Although Maxwell had met countless women overseas, she turned him on. Harriet was perfect. She was the top-grade among the young women! Greta nced at Harriet and said, "Why are you so sexy?" "It''s none of your business. It isn''t for you. Your home is my home. I don''t wear anything in my own home." Harriet nced at Greta. "There''s an outsider at home. Behave well," Greta said coldly. "An outsider? Who is the outsider?" Harriet smiled and asked. "Who else can it be? He''s the only man." Greta nced at Maxwell who was doing housework not far away and lowered her voice. "He''s your husband," Harriet smiled. But Greta snorted and exined, "When I''m in danger, he always runs away. How can he be my husband?" Harriet stared at Maxwell and spoke meaningfully, "I feel that he is quite good. He is much more real than the so-called hypocritical gentlemen wearing false masks." Suddenly, Greta groaned, frowned, and covered her lower abdomen. She felt painful. Harriet was shocked and she asked worriedly, "What''s the matter?" "I don''t know, but it hurts sometimes." Greta shook her head. She had seen a doctor, but the doctor couldn''t identify the cause. Le walked in. Noticing that Greta felt painful, she asked with concern, "Ms. Greta, can I have a look?" "OK." Le reached out and touched Greta''s delicate body gently. Le pressed on an acupuncture point in Greta''s lower abdomen. Greta frowned again and bit her red lips. "This is the ce. It hurts sometimes," Greta said. Le withdrew her hand and said with a frown, "Ms. Greta, this is not an illness. This is an internal injury. Neither Western medicine nor Chinese medicine can cure it. The cause of the injury is irregr diet and the cold." "An internal injury? That shouldn''t be serious, right?" Harriet asked. "It''s not serious, but it will affect Ms. Greta''s immune system as time goes on. Many people are usually in good health, but they have a serious illness suddenly and they are unable to recover," Le exined. Greta and Harriet listened carefully as if they were deep in thought. "Is there no way to treat Greta''s hidden injury?" Harriet was worried. "Yes," Le replied. She was about to say that there was a method that could cure internal injuries in China, but it had been lost, so she did not say it. "Ms. Greta, I have a way to alleviate the injury." Maxwell appeared suddenly. Greta and Harriet didn''t notice him. Greta nced at Maxwell with surprise. Le looked at Maxwell and didn''t say anything. Maxwell smiled embarrassingly, "I used to learn massage from an old master in a massage parlor. Massage can rx the body and relieve the pain. The effect is satisfactory. Ms. Greta, although I can''t guarantee that massage will cure your injury, it can reduce the pain." Le sneered. She had suspected that Maxwell was the mastermind who assassinated Greta, but now she no longer suspected him. There were many rumors that the massage techniques could cure many illnesses, but Le knew that many of the rumors were started by massage parlors and bath centers in order to attract the customers and earn money. The massage technique had no healing effect. Maxwell was bragging! Chapter 29: A Flawless Plan Chapter 29: A wless n "Do you know how to massage?" Greta was doubtful. Maxwell had given her a pleasant surprise, but Maxwell had often made it up randomly. He was eloquent. Greta didn''t believe in massage. She had never gone to any massage parlors or bath centers ever since she was young. She only trusted the modern Western medicine. But ording to Le, the modern Western medicine couldn''t do anything about this kind of internal injury. He said that he had a way, so it was difficult for Greta to believe in him. Harriet looked at Maxwell and smiled charmingly, "Are you sure that the massage is useful for internal injuries? I have never heard of any injuries that can be treated by the massage." "Ms. Greta, have a try. You''ll know if it''s true," Maxwell chuckled. Greta pondered for a moment and looked up at Le with inquiring eyes. "Ms. Greta, why don''t you allow him to have a try?" Le looked at Maxwell and sneered. Maxwell always bluffed. He even said that the massage could cure the injuries! When Greta realized that it was useless, Le would disgrace him. Le understood why Greta hated him so much. He always lied and was no different from a ruffian. How could they like him? "Have a try, Greta. What if it works?" Harriet said in an attractive voice. "If it''s useless, I will teach you a lesson tonight!" Greta red at Maxwell and threatened. "Fine." Greta gritted her red lips and red at Maxwell fiercely. His hands were disgusting! Although she enjoyed it, she could not tolerate Maxwell''s touch. This was a grant vition! She wanted to kick Maxwell off the sofa, but what he said was right. She felt embarrassed and angry, but she couldn''t do anything! "Your stomach hurts, so I give you a massage. It was just my preparatory work." Maxwell''s words vexed Greta! "Greta, lie down. Don''t worry. It doesn''t matter," Harriet said. "Are you my friend?" Greta said sadly. She felt Harriet betrayed her. Harriet had known him for a short time, but she spoke for him. "I care about you. Lie down," Harriet coaxed her into lying down. Maxwell finally touched Greta''s skin. "How are you feeling?" Harriet asked. "I''m fine." Greta''s attitude was neither cold nor passionate, but she wasn''t angry as before. Maxwell massaged her. He found Greta''s acupoints urately. It didn''t hurt gradually and she felt rxed. Greta wasn''t angry towards Maxwell. She was surprised. He didn''t boast. The massage was useful. However, Le didn''t know that. She watched Maxwell massaging and sneered. This is from N?velDrama.Org. Le thought she saw through Maxwell''s true colors. How could the massage cure the injury? Maxwell fooled Greta and Harriet around! Le didn''t know how to massage. When she saw Maxwell''s random touches, she had a judgment. He was a liar! ''Poor Ms. Greta had been cheated. She''s being felt up, but she probably doesn''t notice it.'' Gretay on the sofa and it didn''t hurtter. She felt surprised and confused. Maxwell knew massage. She could feel it didn''t hurt anymore. "Ms. Greta, how do you feel?" Maxwell helped Greta up and asked. Greta nced at Maxwell with aplicated expression. She snorted coldly, "It works somehow." "Ms. Greta, it takes several sessions before massage works the best. Your injury can''t be cured by one session. It requires regr treatment," Maxwell continued. "What do you mean? You want to touch me again," Greta said angrily. "No. I''ll give you a massage when it hurts," Maxwell smiled embarrassedly. "To my surprise, you didn''t bluff." "There''s nothing special about it," Maxwell chuckled. Le raised the eyebrows and frowned. Maxwell was so eloquent that Harriet and Greta believed in him. No matter what Le said, it was useless. She could only find another chance to expose his lie.''Ms. Greta hated him and wanted to kick him out. He wanted to stay at here by this way. Le didn''t know she was wrong. She only knew that an ancient method in China could cure internal injuries. However, she didn''t know that Maxwell had mastered this long-lost massage technique. What Le didn''t know was that many masters of Chinese Medicine spent countless resources to search for the seemingly ordinary massage technique and they failed. Even the five great doctors overseas had jointed and requested Maxwell to disy it at all costs, but Maxwell refused. Only those who had an extremely urate grasp of strength would be able to learn this massage technique. Moreover, it took a lot of effort and time. Apart from Maxwell''s friends in his base, he didn''t help anyone else. Le had witnessed an invaluable massage teaching scene. If she recorded it and the five great doctors overseas knew that, they would want to get this video at all costs! "It''ste. Good night." After being massaged carefully by Maxwell, Greta felt tired earlier than usual. She yawned and walked upstairs. "Maxwell, see you tomorrow morning. Good night." Harriet looked at Maxwell, blinked and smiled charmingly. She turned around and shouted to beautiful Greta who had walked upstairs, "Greta, wait for me!" After the three women returned to their rooms, Maxwell made a call. "Mr. Maxwell, have you been released from the police station? I heard that the director offered to release you on bail, but you refused," the young manughed. "I suspect that Hal did that," Maxwell said slowly in a deep and cold tone. "Do Hal and his father have a death wish?" The young man was surprised. Then he said angrily, "Damn it. They didn''t take us seriously. If I don''t teach them a lesson, they would go too far." Maxwell said slowly, "I don''t have any evidence. Keep an eye on Hal. If there''s any news, report it to me." ... In the private room of the hotel, Hal stood by the huge floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the darkness in distance. He was viperous. One of his subordinates walked over to Hal with a stic bag and said respectfully, "Mr. Hal, I''ve prepared everything." "Where is Maxwell?" Hal''s gaze was cold as if he was a ughtering machine without any emotions. "Greta has hired a lot of bodyguards. There is no way to sneak into the vi. A professional designed theyout. Theyout is perfect and ingenious. It is very difficult to sneak into the vi secretly," the subordinate said. Hal smiled insidiously and said slowly, "Maxwell and Greta arranged the bodyguards. Do whatever you can to put the bag beside them." "1 kilo is enough to put them in prison for the rest of their lives. Even if that fool Derrick tried his best, it would be useless," Hal muttered in a low voice. The subordinate pondered for a moment and said, "Mr. Hal, the director ordered to release Maxwell in person. Would he...." "No one can save them. If it appears in China, no one can save them, let alone the director of the Ocean City!" Hal looked at the stic bag and sneered. Hal had taken all factors into consideration and his n was wless. Maxwell and Greta wouldn''t be released from prison! Chapter 30: Just a Househusband Chapter 30: Just a Househusband The next morning, a ray of golden sunlight shone from the window onto Greta''s long sexy eyshes. She opened her beautiful eyes slowly. The rm clock rang out and woke up the beautiful Greta. She rubbed her bleary eyes and stretched herself. A strange warmth made her feelfortable. Her waist didn''t hurt anymore. To her surprise, it didn''t hurt as usual. Could it be because he gave her a massagest night? Greta was doubtful. The massage she hadst night had surprisingly good effect. Her waist and lower abdomen didn''t hurt anymore. Greta wore a nightgown and she was drowsy. She walked down the stairs in sandals. She saw Harriet and Le sitting beside the dining table and eating breakfast. Greta sat down beside Harriet and said meaningfully, "Greta, do you get up sote every day?" "So what?" Greta picked up a sandwich and didn''t care about that. "When you studied at the Pennsylvania Business School, you had a regr routine. If the media knew that the No. 1 business beauty in Ocean City was sloppy at home, many people would get heartbroken," Harriet said impolitely. Greta red fiercely at Harriet, "Harriet, you didn''t learn anything except to mock me after spending so many years overseas?" "Of course not." Harriet nced at Greta''s plump breasts. "Although your size is bigger than that of many women in China, it is no different from the A Cup overseas." "Don''t be crazy." Greta nced at Harriet. Maxwell took the opportunity to curry favor with Greta and smiled, "Ms. Greta is busy with work; she needs more sleep." Greta nced at Maxwell and it was rare for her to not feel disgusted. After breakfast, Greta spent half an hour dressing up in front of the dressing mirror. She wore a silver dress and then walked down from the second floor, leaving the vi. Greta walked to the entrance of the vi. Her phone rang. Greta frowned and answered the phone. Then she became angry. "No! I don''t agree!" Greta argued with the person for a while. She was furious. She turned around and red at Maxwell angrily. "Ms. Greta, what''s wrong?" Maxwell, who was sitting beside the dining table, was confused. "Come with me to the group. Someone invited you over for tea!" Greta gritted her teeth tightly. She didn''t understand why she had to bring him along with her! She didn''t understand what the person was thinking about but had to obey the person''s orders. "OK." Maxwell was in a daze. Then he regained his sense. He was ecstatic. Greta took the initiative to bring him to the group! He had never thought of this treatment. Le looked at Maxwell and sneered. From her point of view, Maxwell tricked Gretast night, gained her trust, and approached Greta step by step. Le hated Maxwell and wanted to find an opportunity to expose him! Maxwell didn''t waste time. He grabbed a sandwich and a carton of milk, and ran towards Greta who had left the vi. Le''s driving skills were superb. As the vice-captain of the Task Force, she was proficient in tanks, nes, and all kinds of vehicles. Driving a car was easy for her. The traffic was heavy during the morning rush hours. Although Le drove the car fast, Greta and Maxwell werefortable and it wasn''t bumpy. Greta and Maxwell sat in the back seats. Greta''s bag was ced in the middle as a boundary. Maxwell was not allowed to touch the bag. Otherwise, Greta would ask Maxwell to sit in the front passenger seat. Maxwell was boring. He couldn''t help but stare at Greta''s beautiful legs with ck stockings. "Haven''t you seen enough?" When Maxwell was fascinated by her legs, Greta said coldly and angrily. Maxwell was shocked. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. When he looked up, he noticed that Greta became angry, looked at him coldly and frowned. "Ms. Greta, I saw a mosquito on your leg," Maxwell smiled embarrassedly. Greta crossed her arms over her chest and looked down coldly at him. How could she believe his excuse? Greta frowned and felt disgusted. She stretched out her hand and pushed Maxwell''s head away. Le looked straight ahead. She nced at the rearview and saw what he did. She was more certain of her judgmentst night. Although Maxwell smiled embarrassingly, he looked at Le meaningfully. Le and Greta didn''t notice that. He did it to deceive Le. How could he not know Le''s thoughts? Half an hourter, the Maybach stopped at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower slowly. The door was opened. Maxwell stepped out of the car. He covered the roof with one hand and extended another hand into the car. Greta stretched out her snow-white slender hand and ced it on Maxwell''s. She stepped out of the car and stood on the floor with a crisp sound. Greta was eye-catching at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower. Everyone knew Greta. She was the beautiful president of the Sandoval Group, but who was the man beside her? Many employees of the Sandoval Group looked at Maxwell and felt confused. Why this sloppy, bearded man with a lewd smile could hold the hand of Greta? Who was he? Some employees felt familiar with Maxwell. Then they recalled he was Greta''s weak husband. This piece of news was spread quickly. They looked at Maxwell meaningfully with disdain. "Hurry up." Greta threw Maxwell''s hand away with disgust. She rushed towards the elevator. She didn''t want anyone to know about her and Maxwell. "Let''s go." Le urged. Maxwell stared at Greta and smiled. Then he caught up with her. When Maxwell and Le arrived at the top floor, they followed Melissa into the reception room. They saw Derrick and Hal sitting in the reception room and chatting happily. "Dad, why did you ask me and Maxwell here?" Greta crossed her arms over her chest and asked in an attractive voice. Derrick looked at Greta and smiled, "I heard that our group and the YH Group have reached an agreement, so I invite Hal to drink tea. I was busy with some matters of the board of directors, so I didn''t have time to wee Hal. I invite Hal to drink tea to wee him." "Greta, you''ve done a good job. Working with the YH Group, the Sandoval Group has a chance to be the leading enterprise in China. The stock has risen by arge margin for several days." "Why did you ask him over?" Greta crossed her arms over her chest and frowned. "Hal said he wanted to see him." Derrick looked at Hal. Hal smiled and said, "When I met Mr. Maxwell, I was surprised by his culinary skills. I want to return his favors with this cup of tea." Maxwell smiled embarrassingly and said humbly, "Mr. Hal, I only know how to cook and do housework. How can I ept your favor?" Hal looked at Maxwell meaningfully. He remembered what Maxwell had said to him that night and the pain he had suffered! He would never forget that. He would have Maxwell pay backter! Maxwell would be screwed. The Sandoval family was powerful and they could even be included in the top rich list overseas. But in Hal''s eyes, they were like an ant that could be destroyed with a flick of his finger! "He''s just a househusband. Hal, you''re wee. How could you owe him a favor?" Greta said. Hal was somebody in this city. Maxwell would never be as outstanding as Hal. Hal would by no means owe Maxwell a favor. Chapter 31: A Good Show Is Around the Corner! Chapter 31: A Good Show Is Around the Corner! "Greta." Derrick frowned slightly. Greta did not consider Maxwell¡¯s feelings when she spoke just now. "Have a seat. I recently acquired this tea. Have a taste of it." Hal smiled faintly. After Maxwell and the others sat down, Derrick took a sip of the tea and clicked his tongue. "Hal, it tastes good. It''s good tea." Greta did not like tea but still took a sip. Shemented, "Not bad." As for Le, she lowered her head and sniffed, and her eyes shed with surprise. Its fragrance was very familiar to Le. Back then, when Le was serving in the Task Force, she was specially invited to have a cup of tea by a certain officer because she had made a great contribution. At that time, Le knew nothing about tea, and she was not interested in tea either. However, the taste of the tea was extremely good. Le only took a sip yet it was unforgettable. She remembered that the officer told her the origin of this tea. This tea had a unique vor and was the king of tea. It was precious. The annual production was unimaginably low, and even the most powerful people would find it difficult to obtain it. Those who were qualified to enjoy this tea were all powerful men in China. That time, the officer was lucky enough to get the tea as a reward. Therefore, Le was very lucky to be able to enjoy the tea. But she didn''t expect that this kind of tea would appear again in a small city like Ocean City... Le looked at Hal with sharp eyes. She had a hunch that this man was definitely not simple. Maxwell took a sip of the tea and put the cup down. Deep in his eyes,plicated emotion mixed with killing intent was being formed... Derrick turned to look at Maxwell and asked, "Maxwell, what do you think of this tea?" Maxwell put down the teacup and clicked his tongue. "The tea tastes pretty good. It should be of top quality, right?" "That''s right." Hal apuded and looked at Maxwell with admiration. "Mr. Maxwell has always been an expert. Even I can''t get much of the tea." "Oh, this tea has a history?" Derrick was slightly shocked. Obviously, he was very interested. "Of course, have you heard of Emperor of Tea?" Hal smiled faintly. "Emperor of Tea? Produced by the two ancient tea nts, and is called liquid diamond?" Derrick was astounded and his expression changed slightly. "It''s just a cup of tea. How can it be called liquid diamond?" Greta scoffed. In her eyes, it was just hype. "No." Derrick''s expression was serious as he looked at the bright red tea soup in the cup. "Emperor of Tea is the best among the tea. Every tea nt has a very low output over the years. The few remaining ancient tea nts have died, so the tea was more popr. Most importantly..." Derrick paused for a moment and his expression became strange. "Last year, there was a great shock in the tea industry because an ancient tea nt was stolen ... It disappeared without a trace. Countless big shots tried to find it, but failed." Hal said indifferently. Derrick sighed. "I wonder who has such great power to steal such a big ancient tea nt. It is said that there was only a huge pit left at the scene..." Maxwell was calm. Derrick and Hal had no idea that Maxwell was that wanted thief! That ancient tea nt was nted in the backyard of his vi in Colombia. During that time, Maxwell even used the tea soup that countless people crazily pursued to gargle, wash his feet, and even bathe... Fortunately, no one knew what Maxwell had done ... Otherwise, those tea lovers would probably kill Maxwell! "Emperor of Tea is a good thing. Not only can it prolong one''s life, it also has many benefits to one''s health. After drinking it, it will be tasteless to drink other tea, and its taste is unforgettable." Derrick sighed with emotion and carefully took a sip. Then he gently ced the cup down. Hal smiled faintly. In fact, the Emperor of Tea was one of the gifts Hal had prepared for Maxwell. Now, he took a portion of it and seized the opportunity to trap Maxwell and Greta. "If you want more, I still have some stock and I''m not interested in tea either. I''ll give it to you then," Hal said. Derrick was dumbfounded and waved his hand. The Emperor of Tea was iparably valuable, and it was even more precious than jewelries. This was definitely an unimaginable gift! Derrick and Hal chatted for a while. Beside them, Greta saw Maxwell gulping down tea soup of Emperor of Tea one cup after another with dull eyes. This fellow''s principle was to take advantage of free items. The precious tea soup was consumed like boiled water by him! "Hurry up and get out, don''t embarrass yourself!" Greta bit her lips and looked at Maxwell with hatred and regrets! How could she have such a husband? It was too embarrassing! Greta fiercely pinched Maxwell''s waist with her slender hand, and Maxwell''s expression changed slightly. He could only endure the pain and smile embarrassedly as he pushed open the door and walked out of the reception room. Maxwell stood in the reception room for a while. Suddenly, he saw a man wearing a peaked cap. The man lowered his head and quickly walked into Greta''s office. Maxwell stared at the man with amusement, and he suddenly realized something in his heart. The mysterious man disguised himself and walked into the office. He looked around and quickly walked to Greta''s desk. He opened the drawer, took out a stuffed stic bag from his clothes and put it in. Suddenly, a few apuses rang out in the quiet and empty office. The man trembled. He suddenly turned around and reached out for the gun on his waist! He was discovered! Maxwell appeared behind him out of nowhere and looked at him calmly with cold eyes. "Hal has a really good n, but he had no idea about what he was doing." Maxwell was fiddling with the ck gun in his hand, and man stared fixedly at the gun in Maxwell''s hand with horror! That was his gun, but it was taken away by Maxwell without him noticing it! "Die!" The man''s eyes suddenly shed with a fierce killing intent. He waved his fist and punched towards Maxwell! Maxwell kicked hard the man into the air and the man fainted after being smashed to the ground. After the man woke up, Maxwell was nowhere to be seen. He opened the drawer and found that the package was there. Only then did he feel relieved. Then he ran out of the Sandoval Tower in panic. However, what he didn''t know was that there was a man sitting in a Maybach parked at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower. He had a wide smile on his face and he started the car. Until the man got on the taxi, the Maybach followed closely behind it into the distance... The taxi stopped in front of a hotel. The man got off the taxi and walked into a room. He said to one of Hal''s subordinates, "I''ve left it in Greta''s office. Everything went smoothly." "Very good. The money will be transferred to your bank ount. After that, Mr. Hal will give you another reward." That subordinate had no idea that a man was flipping through the window into the room next door. The infiltrator nced around and fixed his gaze on a safe with a wide and meaningful smile. After the mysterious man left, Hal''s subordinate took out his phone without any hesitation and called the police! ... In a police station in the Ocean City, a ckndline suddenly rang. udia picked up the phone and her cold expression suddenly became sharp. "Yes!" Immediately after, udia hung up the phone and rushed out. She shouted, "All police officers immediately form a team. There are tip-offs that the Sandoval Group is in possession of drugs, which may be rted to the previous drug trafficking case." "Yes!" Not long after, countless police cars were driven out of the station with shing beacons and ringing sirens! They swarmed towards the Sandoval Group! ... Sandoval Tower. Reception room. Hal nced at the empty seat and frowned. "Where''s Mr. Maxwell? He doesn''t need to use the bathroom for so long, does he?" Greta winked at Le. Le understood and opened the office door to let Maxwell in. "I told him to stay outside." "Mr. Maxwell and Greta have been married for so long. They should be living a happy life, right?" Hal suddenly changed the topic and looked at Maxwell and Greta while saying sharp words. Greta''s pretty face froze as she nodded. Hal chuckled and said, "I hope you two can face hardships together in the future." "Hal, what do you mean?" Greta frowned in puzzlement. Right at this moment, Melissa rushed into the office in a panic and said, "Ms. Greta, Chairman Derrick, something is wrong. The Ocean City Police Station has arrived." "What''s going on?" Derrick''s expression suddenly changed. The Sandoval Group had always been This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. diligent and had never done anything against thew. Why did the Ocean City Police Station suddenly pay a visit? Gradually, the atmosphere became freaky! Hal suddenly stood up and smiled. "A good show is around the corner." Hal''s reaction confused Derrick and Greta and they did not understand what was going on. Le''s heart was wrenched as she stared at Hal with an ominous premonition. However, Maxwell''s smile became even brighter. He added, "Yes, a good show is around the corner." Greta gave Maxwell a disdainful nce. This fellow didn''t know anything and was just ttering Hal. Hal looked at Greta and Maxwell with his smile bing even colder. In his opinion, the loser husband, the bitch, and the Sandoval family were getting closer and closer to their doom. He had arranged everything and was just waiting for the plot to develop. He made use of the Ocean City Police Station to perform a good show. Chapter 32: Let Go of My Wife! Chapter 32: Let Go of My Wife! Derrick turned around and walked to the French window. He looked down and saw police cars speeding towards the building from afar! The beacons shed wildly and the sirens created deafening sounds on the road. Numerous cars avoided in panic, not daring to stop them! The pedestrians on the road were appalled when they saw the police cars passing them one after another. What on earth was it that the Police Station took so seriously?! On the road, the police cars howled loudly as they headed towards the Sandoval Tower unobstructed! "What''s going on?" At the entrance of the Sandoval Tower, two security guards were panicking. Ever since they took up their posts, they had never seen the Ocean City Police Stationing for the Sandoval Group with such an imposing manner! Police cars blocked the entrance and the surroundings of the Sandoval Tower one after another. The atmosphere suddenly became tense! Derrick''s heart almost stopped, and then his expression became serious. "Sandoval family never does anything against thew. Everything will be fine." "Is that so?" Hal smiled. His smile was ice-cold, and he spoke with a meaningful tone. "But unfortunately, the Police Station did not think that way." "What do you mean?" Greta''s arms were crossed around her chest and her delicate face was slightly pale. She keenly sensed Hal''s anomaly and her tone became cold. Greta was smart. At this moment, she felt that Hal had something to do with these police cars. "Ms. Greta, Mr. Maxwell, good luck." Hal stared at Greta and Maxwell, and said with gloom and amusement. "I have something to deal with. I gotta go." Hal said indifferently as he walked towards the door of the reception room. As he walked past Maxwell, Hal paused for a while. A voice that only Maxwell could hear entered Maxwell''s ears. "I will repay you with the pain that 100 times painful than that of cutting my finger." Maxwell was calm, but in the depths of his eyes, there was cold killing intent brewing... Sure enough, Hal had nned all of this! Hal wasn''t afraid of Maxwell at all. Everything was just an illusion. The ignorant him was nning to frame the Sandoval family! Hal was targeting Maxwell, and because Maxwell was the Sandoval family''s son-inw, so Hal would make Sandoval family pay the price! Hal walked out of the reception room. Derrick stared at Hal''s back and frowned. "What exactly is going on?" "I don''t know, but it shouldn''t be anything good." Greta crossed her arms around her chest, and her exquisite face was full of anxiety and worry. "Everything will be fine. Trust me." Maxwell said slowly. "You?" Greta nced at Maxwell with disdain. In her opinion, the crisis of the Sandoval Group could never be solved by a loser. How would that be possible? "Of course." Maxwell smiled and exhaled a mouthful of smoke. "I won''t believe in you." Greta coldly nced at Maxwell. She then shifted her eyes away, turned around and walked out of the reception room. Le sneered. She didn''t know what method this swindler was going to use to deceive people this time. Maxwell followed her out of the reception room. The elevator not far away was opened and police officers rushed out from it! "Freeze!" "Freeze!" Numerous police officers held guns in their hands, and the atmosphere instantly became quiet! udia, who was in the lead, rushed forward with her head raised high. Her face was as cold as frost, and her aura was fierce! Maxwell narrowed his eyes. Obviously, these people didn''te with good intentions! "Captain udia, long time no see. Why did you bring so many people here?" Derrick walked out of the reception room and spoke with a calm expression. This is from N?velDrama.Org. udia swept a nce across the crowd, and her cold and aggressive gaze was suddenly fixated on Greta. "There are tip-offs that Greta, the female president of the Sandoval Group, and her husband, Maxwell, are suspected of being involved in a drug trafficking case and harboring drugs. That''s why we''re here to search," udia said coldly. Greta stood there with her arms crossed around her chest. She stared coldly at udia, who had the same perfect figure. The two beauties with different styles looked at each other, and their cold and frightening gazes intertwined and collided. The atmosphere suddenly became tense! The temperature of the air dropped sharply to the freezing point. Greta emitted a queen-like aura, unwilling to be outdone. "Do you have any evidence?" Greta''s voice was filled with sexiness, but it was also cold. Her tone was not as polite as she was questioning udia. "We are here to gather evidence." udia said coldly. "There''s no evidence. You''re framing me!" Greta sneered and used. udia looked at Maxwell. Maxwell always had a shameless smile on his face, and udia could not help but grip the pistol tightly and wished she could shoot that bastard in one shot. "If you want to search, help yourself," Derrick said. Greta turned her head, frowned and shouted, "Dad!" How could Greta be convinced? Although she was calm in her heart, but when seeing udia''s arrogant face, she felt resistance. She was very unhappy. "Search!" udia gave the order and police officers rummaged through the drawers. Meanwhile, udia, herself, brought a group of people and rushed into Greta''s office. "Hey!" Greta shouted as she stepped on the high heel and chased after her. Her beautiful eyes widened with rage. "How can you enter my office?" "We have to do the search thoroughly," udia replied coldly. "Don''t worry, Greta, everything will be fine." Maxwell followed her in andforted her. "You know nothing!" Greta red at Maxwell fiercely. Her heart was filled with rage. She just couldn''t bear to see her territory being destroyed. This guy didn''t understand her at all! Greta was both aggrieved and angry. Maxwell watched as the police officers searched carefully. A meaningful smile was formed on his face. He knew what Greta was thinking, but he had his own ns. Suddenly, a police officer opened the drawer of Greta''s desk and took out a bag of white powder! "Captain udia, we''ve found something!" A police officer handed the packaged white powder to udia. udia pinched it and turned to look at Greta with a cold mocking smile. "Ms. Greta, this bag of heroin weighs at least a kilogram, right?" Greta''s face froze as her mind went nk! Heroin?! How could this thing be in the drawer?! How was this possible?! At this moment, Hal''s words suddenly rang in Greta''s mind. Only then did she know that this was Hal''s n! Hal''s freaking smile was unforgettable. She finally understood what Hal meant by this. This was a trap! "This ... this is not mine!" Greta''s face was deathly pale, and she was trembling violently with her long hair messed up. It was difficult for her to ept the truth! "Evidence is found on the spot. Greta, how can you exin?" udia sarcastically said, "Ms. Greta, do you want to say that someone framed you?" Immediately, the police officers who were searching the office burst intoughter. They could imagine that Greta would be the one to make the headlines in the Ocean City tomorrow! The famous female president was actually a drug addict ... on the surface, she was decent, but on the back, she was corrupted. udia slowly said, "Greta, I advise you to be honest. Who did you get this thing from?" "This is not mine..." As soon as Greta finished her sentence, udia raised her hand and pped Greta''s face fiercely. "Stubborn. When we get back to the police station, I''ll see how you will retort." udia said coldly. Greta spat. She was pressed down by a few police officers, struggling desperately, but it was useless. "Take her away." udia waved her hand and ordered. "Wait." At this moment, a voice sounded. udia turned around and Maxwell slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke. He smiled ruffianly and said, "Captain udia." "It''s you. Take him as well." A hint of disgust shed across udia''s face. Today, she finally had a chance to capture Maxwell with good a reason. She didn''t believe that the director would protect him again... This was not a small case like a gang fight; even the director would have to give it a second thought! A kilogram of heroin would doom the couple of Sandoval family. "Wait a minute. Has the Ocean City Police Station been so reckless now?" Maxwell suddenly spoke with disdain, while the smile of his face faded. Captain udia, I advise you to let go of my wife. Otherwise, the consequences will be very serious..." Maxwell said word by word with arrogance. Chapter 33: Arrest Me?! How Dare You! Chapter 33: Arrest Me?! How Dare You! "Consequences?" udia was shocked for a moment, and then waved the bag of white powder in her hand. "Do you know the consequences of possessing this thing?" "Immediate execution of the death penalty." udia''s sound was sonorous as she looked at Maxwell and Greta. Her gaze was even filled with sympathy. Maxwell was dumbfounded. "So the consequences are that serious?" "Ignorance is a crime. Now, even those countrymen know that drugs cannot be kept. It seems that you''re not as good as those bumpkins." udia smiled arrogantly. She finally seized the opportunity to put this shameless bastard to death. The police officers behind Captain udia looked at Maxwell, who was dressed in tattered clothes, with a cold and mocking expression. The famous Greta was actually a drug addict, and Greta''s husband didn''t even havemon sense about drugs. The police officers looked at Maxwell with contempt, as if they were looking at an ant. In their eyes, Maxwell, as a fool, didn''t deserve Greta. How could Greta fall for such a man? "Cuff him and take him away!" udia said sternly. "Captain udia, I think this is a misunderstanding." Suddenly, Derrick walked in. Seeing the bag of white powder in udia''s hand, he immediately understood and began to plead for Greta. "Misunderstanding? Now that the evidence has been obtained, Chairman Derrick, you should be d that I didn''t catch you." udia sneered arrogantly. The bag of white powder in her hand was the strongest evidence! Even, the Sandoval Group''s share price would plummet, and the Sandoval family''s reputation in the Ocean City would nose-dive! "Chairman Derrick, I advise you to get lost, otherwise your daughter and your son-inw will suffer even more," udia said. Derrick had a long face as he slowly moved aside. "Cuff his hands and feet!" udia looked at Maxwell, who was wearing a calm expression and said sternly. Greta''s eyes narrowed slightly. She was annoyed but helpless. It was a power abuse for personal grudges! Maxwell took out a cigarette and slowly exhaled a mouthful of smoke. He looked at udia and sighed, "Captain udia, I thought you were smart. However, you are so stupid." udia''s face froze as she looked at Maxwell with a cold and sharp expression! "You want to capture my wife and me because of this packet in your hand?" Maxwell sneered disdainfully, "Power abuse... childish!" "You!" udia gritted her teeth. Maxwell''s words instantly aroused her anger. "The evidence is conclusive. How can you defend yourself?" udia said. "Evidence? Take a closer look at what you''re holding." Maxwell''s smile became even more contemptuous, and his eyes were iparably sharp. udia lowered her head, opened the stic bag and felt the powder ... Suddenly, she trembled and froze. "This ... this is impossible!" udia''s eyes widened as she looked at this bag of white powder. Her expression immediately became gloomy! udia slowly raised her head with aplicated expression. She asked, "You already knew?" This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. Only then did udia realize that she was wrong, very wrong. This was not heroin ... this was just a bag of flour! Flour and heroin were so simr that this bag of flour had fooled everyone! Greta was shocked. She looked at Maxwell with a puzzled expression. She didn''t understand why Maxwell acted as if he knew about this package even she herself didn''t know about it. What exactly was going on? Wasn''t it Hal''s trap? Why was it rted to him again? "Captain udia, are you going to catch someone for a bag of flour?" Maxwell asked indifferently. "You!" udia red fiercely at Maxwell with her teeth clenched tightly. Her face was filled with shame and indignation! "It''s the first time I''ve heard of a policewoman threatening to arrest someone for a bag of flour. Captain udia, who is going to hit the headlines tomorrow?" Maxwell''s calm expression was like a hand that pped udia''s face fiercely. udia''s face was burning, and she felt ashamed! "How can you have the courage to abuse your power?" Maxwell''s expression was still calm, and many employees of Sandoval Group looked at udia indifferently. "udia is a celebrity in the Ocean City Police Station. She has solved several major cases but she can''t even distinguish flour from heroin." "She has a good figure and a pretty face. I didn''t expect her to be so narrow-minded. She''s not as good as Ms. Greta. I don''t believe that Greta would be that kind of person." People in the crowd whispered to each other. udia instantly became the focus. She bit her lips tightly and stared at Maxwell with watery eyes. She had never been humiliated like this since she was young. She had always been praised by others. Today, a bastard dragged her down and stepped on her. "What exactly is going on with this bag of flour?" Derrick, who had always been nervous, heaved a sigh of relief. When he heard that it was heroin, he was worried for Greta and Maxwell. "I don''t know, but I saw Hal''s men enter Ms. Greta''s office before Captain udia came. I wanted to catch him, but he ran too fast and I failed." Maxwell replied. Maxwell looked at udia and said meaningfully, "Captain udia, if you really want to find the culprit ... Perhaps Hal will give you a surprise." udia''s eyes narrowed as she clenched her teeth and shouted, "Retreat!" "If what you said is not true, I will not let you off!" udia threatened fiercely. She turned around and left the Sandoval Tower in a hurry. Maxwell stared at the sexy silhouette, smiling... ... In the hotel, the crisp sound created by leather shoes echoed in the corridor. A momentter, a man walked into a room. "Mr. Hal." The subordinate got closer. "Everything has been arranged. The heroin has been put into Greta''s drawer. At this time, udia may have already arrested her." "Well done." Hal smiled sinisterly. There was endless evil behind the sunsses. A kilogram of heroin was enough to kill Greta and Maxwell. "Derrick can''t do anything about this. As long as I lend a helping hand and as long as Greta is willing to be my woman, I will give her a chance of survival ... If she wants to be a chaste woman, then, before she dies, I will let her suffer all the humiliation and pain!" Hal sat on the sofa, and his subordinate opened a bottle of champagne and poured it into the goblet in Hal''s hand. "I lost my finger because of that loser son-inw of the Sandoval family, so I will make the Sandoval family repay a hundredfold!" Just as Hal took a sip of champagne, an intensive knock sounded! "What''s going on? Noisy!" Hal frowned slightly. The subordinate said, "It might be the staff of the hotel. I''ll drive them away." Hal nodded. When the subordinate had just opened a crack, a terrifying force suddenly kicked the door open and countless uniformed police officers rushed in! Hal''s expression suddenly changed. He had only drunk a mouthful of champagne before he was surrounded! What was going on? Before Hal could react, a beautiful woman appeared in front of him. "Mr. Hal, we are investigating a drug trafficking case. Please cooperate." udia''s face was as cold as frost. She had been humiliated, so when she looked at Hal, she wished to vent out all her anger on him. "Of course." Hal smiled. But udia did not hesitate and ordered sternly, "Search!" "Captain udia, aren''t you going to investigate the Sandoval family? Why me?" Hal smiled faintly. "It''s done. You left the Sandoval Group just now, so you are also suspected." udia''s face was expressionless. "Captain udia, you probably don''t know that with your status, you have no right to investigate me." Hal poured a ss of champagne and handed it to udia. "Unless you sleep with me for one night, and I will consider talking to your director..." udia coldly swept the nce over the champagne Hal handed over. Suddenly, she struck like lightning and smashed the champagne onto the carpet. Then, she stretched out her hand and ruthlessly twisted his hand! udia attacked too fast and merciless! Hal''s expression changed. He felt heart-wrenching agony! Hal knelt on the ground with his knees smashing onto the ground fiercely. One could even hear the sound of bones cracking, and his knees were about to shatter... "How dare you?" Hal''s expression instantly turned ferocious and furious. He never thought that udia would attack him! As dignified president of the YH Group, he was actually beaten so badly by a police officer in the small Ocean City! udia''s eyes were cold, and the anger in them almost overflowed! She had just been humiliated by Maxwell, yet now she was being flirted with by Hal ... How could she endure it?! Those criminals who offended her like this usually ended up miserably... "Investigate me? Do you have the qualification?" Halughed heartily, and his eyes were cold. "Who do you think would be foolish enough to keep drugs closely?" Hal sneered, "Captain udia, I''ve remembered everything you did to me today. If you can''t find any evidence, I will talk to your director." udia frowned with her arms crossed around her chest. She was not afraid that Hal wouldin to the director, but she was very unhappy with Hal''s arrogance and domineeringness. Suddenly, udia noticed a safe. "Open it." udia ordered coldly. Hal''s expression suddenly turned iparably cold and gloomy. "Captain udia, this safe contains all the business secrets of the YH Group. If you open it, the consequences you will bear are unimaginable..." udia nced at Hal and confirmed her determination to open the safe. When the safe was opened, Hal''s gloomy expression suddenly froze. He looked into the safe and his eyes narrowed! "No, that''s impossible!" Hal trembled as he turned around and red fiercely at his subordinates! "Mr. Hal, I don''t know. This has nothing to do with me..." The subordinate waspletely dumbfounded. The safe was opened, and many police officers looked into it. Inside the safe, there was a bag of white powder ... and a bottle of sex lubricant... Many police officers looked at Hal with aplicated expression. Nobody expected that Hal would put these two items together in a safe... What they didn''t expect was that Hal was actually quite humble in sex. To what extend did Halck confidence in sex that he locked this thing in a safe? A police officer took out the sex lubricant and the white powder and handed them to udia. "Mr. Hal, how could these two things be in the safe?" udia''s gaze was sharp. "The lubricant is mine, but I know nothing about the other one." Hal gritted his teeth and warned fiercely, "udia, I advise you to let go of me now, otherwise..." "Let go?" udia sneered, "I''ve just tested it. Why did a kilogram of heroin appear in your safe?" "I don''t know..." Hal said gloomily. Suddenly, he trembled and angrily shouted, "It''s Maxwell, that loser son-inw of the Sandoval family. He''s the one who set me up!" "He has been in the Sandoval Group the whole time. Moreover, with his ability, how could he possibly frame you?" udia harshly shouted. Maxwell''s identity was mysterious, but in udia''s eyes, he didn''t have any ability, so this matter had nothing to do with him. "Take him away!" "How dare you?" Hal suddenly became furious and stared fixedly at udia. He almost went crazy! "You dare to arrest me! I''ll make you feel worse than dead!" udia pped Hal''s face! Chapter 34: Ignore the Law! Chapter 34: Ignore the Law! p! udia''s p was very fierce, and a bright red five-finger mark instantly appeared on Hal''s face! The police officers beside udia were shocked. They had never seen udia being so cruel! In an instant, the room was silent. Hal was dumbfounded! "You actually ... hit me?!" Hal slowly raised his trembling hands and touched his cheeks with an expression of disbelief. udia''s p instantly benumbed Hal! The mark made Hal feel a burning pain on his face. This was an unimaginable humiliation! "You slut! Do you know who I am? Ever since I was young ... no one dared to hit me!" Hal''s voice was cold but trembling, his eyes were filled with fury and killing intent! Hal clenched his fists like a furious lion! Coldness on Hal''s face was reced by madness! "Cuff him, take him away!" udia shouted coldly. A crisp sound rang out, and Hal''s hands were handcuffed! "Bitch! How dare you!?" Hal shouted angrily as he struggled crazily. He waspletely controlled by the police officers! udia stared coldly at Hal with an indifferent expression. She had found heroin from Hal''s room, how could she have sympathy for Hal? In her eyes, Hal''s reaction was akin to being furious. "Bitch! You''re like Maxwell and Greta! You deserve to die!" Hal''s eyes were apathetic and terrifying, and were filled with the blood thirst! "If I take one step into the Ocean City police station, when Ie out, all of you will die!" Hal roared angrily. A police officer impatiently took a piece of cloth and gagged him. Hal trembled. This was the first time he had been humiliated! Even the Saudi royal family treated him with great respect, but in Ocean City, he was humiliated again and again! He was arrested by these damn police officers! udia and the others walked out of the hotel in a mighty manner, and the police cars were driven away, whistling... ... In the Sandoval Group, Greta coldly nced at Maxwell, who had a calm expression, and asked in a charming voice, "Have you known about this long ago?" "How can I know? I was just guessing. Ms. Greta, you are so pure, how could such a filthy thing be rted to you? Someone must have set you up." Maxwell smiled embarrassedly. Greta snorted coldly. Maxwell''s performance just now was very good. Without this fellow, it was very likely that Greta would have to exin in the interrogation room. Greta''s gaze softened a little as she looked at Maxwell and said, "Close the door." Maxwell closed the door to the office, while Derrick frowned and sat on the sofa, letting out a long breath. "If it wasn''t flour, we would have been doomed." "But, who put this bag of flour in the drawer?" Derrick thought for a moment and asked. Greta frowned. Obviously, someone was secretly helping her. With Greta''s intelligence, it was not difficult to guess that a mysterious person secretly put a packet of flour to divert the police officers¡¯ attention, thus cleared her of suspicion. Could it be the one who had helped her several times before? Greta did not understand. She did not understand why that person helped her over and over again, and why that person was unwilling to show his face. Greta didn''t even notice that she had an inexplicable feeling towards the mysterious person. The office door was pushed open and Melissa rushed in. She nced at Derrick, Maxwell and Greta and said, "The police left for a hotel, and Hal was arrested there." "Hal?" Derrick was dumbfounded and Greta sighed. "If the evidence is conclusive, then it''s possible that Hal did it." Derrick said slowly. "Why would he do that?" Greta was puzzled. She worked very happily with Hal, but for some reason, Hal suddenly wanted to frame her... "Stop thinking about it," Maxwell suddenly said, dispelling Greta and Derrick''s thoughts. "It''s better to call someone to tidy up this ce." "You will do it." Greta suddenly opened her mouth, and Maxwell was astounded. "What? Are you unwilling?" Greta crossed her arms around her chest and raised her eyebrows. "Yes, of course I will. I am willing to do whatever you say, Ms. Greta." Maxwell ttered her and poured two cups of tea for Greta and Derrick. Greta hugged Derrick''s arm intimately and said, "Dad, let''s go have dinner." "Okay." Derrick revealed a doting smile as he looked at Maxwell and smiled. "Thank you." "It''s natural to help my wife," Maxwell replied with a smile. After Greta and Derrick disappeared from the office, Maxwell''s eyes had a wisp of meaningfulness. Maxwell walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number. "Hal wanted to frame my wife and me, but he is now detained by the Ocean City Police Station." "Holy shit, boss, he''s so bold that he actually dares to frame you? Do you want me to deal with them?" The young man on the phone was shocked, and then became furious. Maxwell looked into the distance. "No need, I''ll y the game with him after he is released..." "Boss, the business has been a bit difficulttely. Two 200 billion worth of orders have been snatched away." The youth on the phone sounded worried. "Can''t you snatch them back? Idiot! We set the rules overseas. Are you afraid of those people? I don''t have time to take care of the base. Let''s talk about it after I win my wife''s heart." Maxwell was bbergasted for a moment, and then he cursed. Although 200 billion was nothing for Maxwell, it was N?velDrama.Org owns this text. not a small amount. "Boss, why don''t you just tell Greta your identity? Greta won''t even give you a straight look if you act like this." The youth sighed with emotion. Maxwell''s tone was serious. "The employer of the killer hasn''t been confirmed. I can''t expose myself; otherwise, it would be dangerous for Greta..." ... Ocean City Police Station. In the corridor, several robust police officers were taking Hal into the interrogation room. After Hal sat down, his hands were handcuffed to a chair. Sitting opposite Hal was udia, who had a serious and indifferent expression. "Hal, that bag of heroin was found in your safe. What''s your exnation?" udia asked coldly. "Nothing. I only have one sentence. It was that loser from the Sandoval family, Maxwell, who set me up." Hal''s eyes met udia''s as he smiled coldly and looked at udia. "Do you have any evidence? Maxwell has always been in the Sandoval Group and the vi. He didn''t go anywhere else." udia continued to ask. "No." "Then what''s your point?" udia crossed her arms and smiled coldly. Hal sat in the interrogation chair with an extremely calm expression... udia''s face became even colder ... All the evidence was obtained and it was conclusive, yet he didn''t want to confess in order to obtain probation ... He was actually so calm. Could it be that he felt that someone would save him?! "Hal, I advise you to hurry up and give an exnation, because it doesn''t matter if you don''t talk, sooner orter, we will find out everything and punish you ording to thew..." "Law?" Hal stared at udia coldly. Suddenly, he had a sarcastic smile! Hal suddenlyughed, and his words were filled with arrogance and contempt. "Thew can''t punish me at all. You ... don''t dare to arrest me after knowing my identity..." "What do you mean? Could it be that you can ignore thew?" udia''s eyes were passionless. "Whatever you think. Some people are born above thew ... and just now, there was a woman who beat up someone she could only look up to in her life..." Hal smiled coldly, and a terrifying and powerful aura was emanated ... How mighty could his background be to support his arrogant speech? Viting thew ... was uneptable! "How dare you!" udia suddenly mmed onto the interrogation table, and her beautiful but cold eyes shot out endless rage! She had never imagined that someone would say such overweening words in front of her! ... At the director''s office. The director was currently sitting in his office, enjoying the tea given by his subordinates. He had just taken a sip of tea when, suddenly, thendline rang! The director was surprised. He picked up the call in confusion. On the phone, a voice suddenly shouted and scolded him, which dumbfounded the director! It was a call from the Ocean City government! The director was frightened. It was a call from the secretary of the people in charge of the government. His voice was extremely cold and terrifying! "How dare you capture Mr. Hal?!" Mr. Hal ... Who was it? The director was confused. He didn''t react for a long time. He couldn''t remember that they recently arrested a man named Mr. Hal... "It was done by that udia! Don''t you know that one of your subordinates, udia, captured Mr. Hal?! How bold she is!" The voice on the phone was iparably cold, and the director trembled in fear. He didn''t even dare to breathe! "Mr. Hal is working closely with the government. Without the YH Group, the Ocean City''s businesses would be doomed! Do you know how much trouble you''ve caused?" The director waspletely dumbfounded when he heard the reprimand on the phone! Only then did he understand how huge a mess he had made! At this moment, in the interrogation room, Hal looked at udia calmly. He wasn''t worried that udia would kill him. ording to his estimation, the government should be in chaos now... He remembered that p. udia was the first woman who dared to hit him. He remembered... "It''s been a long time ... since I heard the words ''how dare you'' ..." Hal''s every word carried intimidation! "Hal, you can''t walk out of here," udia said coldly. "Interesting, really interesting..." Hal stared at udia with a meaningful gaze! At this moment, the door to the interrogation room was suddenly opened! The director stood at the door with a cold expression. Seeing Hal sitting on the interrogation chair, he was dismayed. "Director, why are you here?" udia looked at the director who was staring into the interrogation room with an astounded expression. Chapter 35: A Visitor from Beijing! Chapter 35: A Visitor from Beijing! udia was shocked. The director''s straight face made her uneasy. The director kept a cold face as he rushed into the interrogation room and questioned udia, "Did you catch Mr. Hal?" udia whispered, "It''s me ... I found one kilogram of heroin from Mr. Hal''s safe..." "How dare you!" The director gritted his teeth and was furious. udia had never seen the director being so angry! "Who gives you the authorization? He is Mr. Hal. You even dare to arrest him! You are so arrogant!" The director gritted his teeth and shouted angrily, startling udia. Her pretty face turned pale, and she was at a loss... The director immediately rushed to Hal, took out the key and uncuffed him. He smiled and said, "Mr. Hal, this is a misunderstanding ... a misunderstanding... my subordinates are blind and they have caught the wrong person. Please... forgive them..." The director was very respectful, even udia had never seen the director being like this! udia bit her lips and stood there angrily, feeling aggrieved, and she asked the director to apologize to Hal. udia didn''t know that although Beijing put pressure on Ocean City, Hal was too close to the Ocean City government, and the government couldn''t wait to work more with Hal ... However, udia caught Hal at such a critical moment, which angered the government! Hal stood up and walked to udia. He slowly said, "Do you see that? Some people are born above thew..." "You!" udia clenched her teeth. How could Hal be so dishonorable?! This was a humiliation to udia. As a police officer, udia had no way to deal with Hal! "udia, hurry up and apologize to Mr. Hal!" The director ordered sternly. "I won''t!" udia raised her head and her eyes were getting wet. When had she ever suffered such a grievance? She clearly did not do anything wrong ... but she had to apologize to an asshole! "Mr. Hal ... I''m really sorry ... I didn''t manage my subordinates well ... it''s my fault!" The director turned around and said respectfully. "No need." Hal waved his hand and looked at udia''s exquisite and charming face. The smile on his face was very meaningful. "udia ... Interesting... I''lle back..." Hal''s expression was subtle, making it impossible for anyone to guess what he was thinking. udia trembled. The look in Hal''s eyes just now brought udia fear. "Mr. Hal, udia is still young ... Don''t care about her..." The director followed Hal and cautiously said. If it was an ordinary police officer, the director wouldn''t care at all, but udia ... her identity was special. Even the government would be afraid of her extraordinary father... so he also had a headache towards udia... "I don''t mean to do anything to her..." Hal suddenly said, trying to the director down. But the director was even more puzzled. Hal didn''t want to make things difficult for udia ... What was he doing...? "I just think ... she''s very interesting..." Hal put his hands behind his back and smiled. udia was not only the first woman to hit Hal, but also the first person to arrest him ... This was the first time Hal had suffered such a humiliation, how could he let her off...? "I''ve never seen such a naive woman before. This kind of person is the most suitable to be a ything..." Hal slowly said, "I need to buy my dog a toy, I think she''s pretty good..." The director was shocked. He carefully asked, "Mr. Hal, do you fall for her?" Hal smiled and walked out of the police station with his hands behind his back. N?velDrama.Org (C) content. In the interrogation room, udia felt so wronged that she wanted to cry. This was the first time she had met someone like Hal, and it even caused her heart to shake ... Could it be that there really was such a terrifying person in this world? ! After the director sent Hal out of the police station, a Rolls-Royce suddenly stopped at the police station entrance. A handsome young man was leaning against the car, holding a cigarette in his mouth and fiddling with a golden lighter in his hand. When Hal saw the young man, his eyes narrowed slightly. He slowed down and looked at the young man. His tone was calm. "Who are you?" The youth raised his head and nced at Hal. Suddenly, the cigarette was shot out of his mouth like lightning! The cigarette left a mark in the air and flew past Hal''s neck. In an instant, a bloody scald appeared on Hal''s neck! "Who are you?" The director''s expression changed slightly as he pointed a gun at the young man! "This is his punishment for you. Remember, three strikes and you''re out." The young man flipped his right hand and a dark shadow flew towards Hal, hitting his hand. Hal picked up the ck token and his eyes narrowed. His face froze and his body stiffened! The young man nced at the director and sneered with disdain. He opened the car door and sat in the Rolls-Royce. In the blink of an eye, the car "flew" into the distance! "Mr. Hal ... this person is too arrogant. I should have called someone to take him down just now!" The director said. "No, if you take him down, you will be courting death." Hal gripped the token tightly with calm and cold eyes. At this moment, the phone in Hal''s pocket rang. Hal picked it up. On the phone, a voice sounded exhausted. "Hal, the YH Group ... is doomed!" "What?" Hal was shocked. He didn''t believe in this piece of bad news! "The mysterious consortium that suppressed the YH Groupst time attacked again. This time, it was a lot more ruthless thanst time ... We lost contact with all thepanies that cooperated with the YH Group. They said that they would rather go liquidated than get involved with the YH Group ... My friends on the board of directors withdrew their shares one after another, saying that they didn''t want to offend people..." "How is this possible..." Hal gritted his teeth. He couldn''t believe that everything changed from heaven to hell in the blink of an eye! "It''s true. I''ve checked the mysterious consortium ... it belongs to Dragon Prison International ... it''s rted to that person." The sound was hoarse and desperate. "In just ten minutes, what I have obtained during the past years was gone!" "Dragon Prison International..." Hal was shocked and petrified. "Dragon..." "It''s really him..." Hal muttered bitterly to himself. He was wrong! "Hal, we have nothing left now. We can only count on you." Hal hung up the phone, and his eyes were shining with a terrifying killing intent! He wanted revenge! Revenge for the YH Group! ... Meanwhile, Maxwell had returned home and was busy with housework. Harriet was sitting on the sofa, reading the newspaper with great interest. asionally, she would have a charming smile. "House husband." Suddenly, Harriet said in a sexy voice. "I''m not a house husband," Maxwell replied. Harriet smiled faintly and handed the newspaper to Maxwell. "I like to call you the house husband. Take a look at this piece of news." Maxwell lowered his head. A piece of news in the newspaper said that the famous Sandoval family of Beijing wanted to invest in the Ocean City and shift the strategy center to the Ocean City. "What''s wrong with this news?" Maxwell was surprised. "There is also a wealthy family in Beijing surnamed Sandoval. Don''t you find it strange?" Harriet smiled. "What''s your point?" Maxwell asked. "Greta mentioned it to me before. She is not the only daughter of the Sandoval family. Derrick was in a branch of the Sandoval family''s bloodlines." Harriet said. "You mean that Derrick came from Beijing?" Maxwell frowned. "I''m not sure, so I need you to ask them. If it really has something to do with the Sandoval family in Beijing, then Greta and Derrick will be in trouble." Harriet paused. "I have a feeling that this visitor from Beijing is not kind." "It''s not proper for me to ask, right? You and Greta are best friends. You can get something from her." Maxwell said indifferently. "Then what benefits will I have?" Harriet smiled charmingly, and her delicate body was pressed against Maxwell''s arm. Her breast seemed to have identally touched past Maxwell''s arm, causing Maxwell''s heart to shake fiercely. Women of Harriet''s age were the most charming, and no men could resist them. This was especially true for Maxwell, who hadn''t touched a woman for the sake of Greta for several months. Compared to being lustful overseas, Maxwell was obedient in Ocean City, afraid that Greta would get the goods on him. "What benefits do you want?" Maxwell smiled faintly, but his gaze remained calm. "You owe me a favor. When I need it in the future, I will tell you." Harriet said. "Alright," Maxwell promised. In the evening, the Maybach slowly stopped at the door to the vi. A beautiful figure on high heels walked into the vi. "Ms. Greta, you must be exhausted from a day''s work. Have a rest and have a cup of tea." Maxwell poured a cup of tea tteringly. Greta sat on the sofa with her attractive long legs crossed together. Her delicate and pretty face was very cold. It was obvious that she had something on her mind. "Greta, what''s wrong?" Harriet walked down from the second floor and sat beside Greta. "Hal has been released." Greta clenched her teeth, and her cold eyes were filled with anger. Chapter 36: We Were Expelled from the Sandoval Family in Beijing Chapter 36: We Were Expelled from the Sandoval Family in Beijing "Hal?" Harriet''s expression changed. Having lived abroad for so many years, she had heard of his name. As the president of the YH Group, he was young and promising. He even enjoyed great fame in the overseas business world. Some people said that Hal might even beparable to a few other business geniuses. It was quite possible that he might be the dominator of overseas business one day. His father had already retired. If not necessary, he would rarely show up to take care of thepany''s affairs. It could be said that Hal was prominent in the business world, and his potential was unimaginable. Even Harriet was reluctant to make enmity with people like Hal. Her personal development would be hindered if she had a bad rtionship with him. But from Greta''s words, she was surprised to know Hal had been caught and put in prison. Harriet blinked slightly, which made her more charming. She looked at Greta in shock. In Ocean City, even the higher-ups from the municipal government wouldn''t dare to slight him ... How could he be arrested? How was that possible? Moreover, judging from Greta''s reaction, she got the information that the police didn''t want to release him. Maxwell looked calm. He had long known that Hal would not stay in the police station for too long. However, he had already punished him. As long as he stopped framing Greta, he would be safe. If Hal still schemed against her ... Thinking of this, Maxwell put on a ferocious look... "Why was he caught?" Harriet asked doubtfully. Greta''s expression wasplicated. She wanted to tell her that after failing to set her up, Hal was found guilty. However, just as she was about to say something, she stopped on second thought. "I''m not too sure either," Greta finally exined. Harriet gave Greta a meaningful look, but in the end, she just nodded without saying anything. "Ms. Greta, Ms. Harriet, you can watch TV for a while. I''ll serve you some fruits." Maxwell smiled tteringly and hurried to the kitchen. Harriet looked up at Maxwell and smiled. She gently kicked Greta''s calf and said, "You told me that this guy is a cker. But I think he is quite diligent." Greta snorted with contempt. Although she had slightly changed her view of Maxwell, she still minded This is from N?velDrama.Org. what had happened before. "If he was diligent, he wouldn''t stay at home and allow me to support him." Greta put on a disdainful look. "That''s good. At least he won''t go outside to seduce other women," Harriet said with a smile. "How dare he?" Greta snorted and her face turned cold. "If he cheats on me, I''ll break his legs and prevent him from entering my house again!" "You are so possessive of him, which is beyond my expectation." Harriet was slightly shocked, and then her smile became even more meaningful. "I spend tens of thousands on him every month. He''s my man. Even if I don''t want to touch him, no one else can." Greta sneered. "Yes. Everything you say is right." Harriet smiled faintly. At this time, Maxwell walked over with a te and ced it on the coffee table. "Ms. Greta, Ms. Harriet, you can enjoy the fruits now," Maxwell said respectfully. ncing at the fruits, Harriet smiled. "Your skill of slicing fruits is so good." Harriet used a toothpick to pick up a piece of apple. She was surprised to find that this juicy apple was cut very thin by Maxwell. The thinnest part of it was even like a cicada''s wing. And the light of an incandescentmp could cast through it! Even in the Michelin three-star restaurants overseas, Harriet had never seen such excellent skill! Greta also reached out to take a piece of watermelon. While she was eating, a drop of red juice slid down the corner of her delicate mouth and finally dripped into her cleavage. Any man seeing this scene would feel a surge of desire for her. "Ms. Greta, is the taste okay?" Maxwell asked with a ttering smile. "Where did you buy this watermelon?" Greta asked curiously. "When I went to the vegetable market today, I saw a lot of people buying watermelons, so I bought one. I didn''t expect it to be so sweet," Maxwell said casually. He didn''t tell Greta that he had asked that handsome young man to fly in from aboratory overseas. It was a new breed he had brought for Greta. "This watermelon is great. You can buy more in the future," Gretamented. Maxwell froze a little. It was impossible to eat this watermelon every day. It was a new variety developed by theboratory, and it was now the sweetest one in the world. The value of this watermelon was thousands of times the price of an ordinary one! "Greta, someone from Beijing seems to be here," Harriet suddenly changed the subject. It seemed that she wanted to ask something from Greta, and she kept observing her expression. "Beijing..." Greta''s body suddenly trembled. She managed to stay calm, but she couldn''t help wearing a Harriet was a careful girl, and she immediately noticed the change in Greta''s facial expression. Knowing that Greta must have something to do with this matter, she slowly asked, "Greta, is it true? I heard there is also an aristocratic family in Beijing, and the family name is..." Before Harriet could finish speaking, she was suddenly interrupted by Greta. Thetter said in a cold tone, "The Sandoval family is only in Ocean City, and we have nothing to do with those people from Beijing." She then continued, "It''s gettingte. I''ll go to bed first." Greta got up and walked towards the bedroom on the second floor. Being left on the spot, Maxwell and looked at each other in confusion. They had known that Greta was hiding something from them. Perhaps the Sandoval family in Beijing indeed had something to do with Greta and her father. Greta rushed into the bedroom on the second floor. After locking herself inside, she looked out of the window at the dark night. She couldn''t calm down for a long time, and she looked exhausted. "What''s the matter?" Suddenly, a voice came from behind, and it was from Maxwell. It seemed that the locked door couldn''t stop him at all. "My father and I were expelled from the Sandoval family in Beijing." Greta slowly sighed. She looked extremely tired. She had always been under great strain. During the day, as the president of the Sandoval Group, she was admired by many people. To live up to their expectations, she had to run deal with thepany affairs perfectly. However, at the same time, she was faced with threats from Beijing. Maxwell looked at Greta''s slightly trembling back, and a hint of tenderness appeared on his face. "Don''t worry. I''ll be there for you no matter what happens," Maxwell slowly said with a serious look. He had vaguely guessed something, and his face grew solemn. Greta turned to look at Maxwell. At this moment, this man had an air ofposure, which reassured her a lot. "OK." Greta looked at Maxwell with her beautiful eyes. His resolute words and expression made her feel warm inside. "It''s gettingte. Hurry up and go to bed." After Maxwell walked out of the bedroom, he took out his phone and said to the person on the other end of the line. "Help me investigate the origin of the Sandoval family in Beijing. Then tell me if it has something to do with my wife." A momentter, the youth on the other end of the line said in a surprised voice, "Boss, it''s so strange. The Sandoval family in Beijing has nothing to do with Ms. Greta..." "Really?" Being shocked, Maxwell put on a grim look ... If that was the case, then why did she say that just now? "Of course." The sound of keystrokes rang out. "I checked Ms. Greta''s life from childhood to adulthood. The result shows that she has nothing to do with the Sandoval family in Beijing. Sir, are you mistaken?" "It''s fine." After Maxwell hung up, he looked out of the window at the night sky.... ... The next day, Harriet and Greta walked out of the vi together. Before leaving, they told Maxwell that they were going to a meeting at the Sandoval Group to discuss the future development of the two At noon, when Maxwell was doing housework, his phone suddenly rang. After he answered it, Harriet''s charming voice sounded. "Shall we have lunch together?" Maxwell was struck dumb. "Why did you call me?" "Greta is noting," Harriet said. Taking her hint, Maxwell smiled and his imagination began to run wild. "OK. Please wait for me." After hanging up, he walked out of the vi and rode his broken bicycle towards the Sandoval Tower.... At eleven o''clock, Maxwell arrived at the building. Leaning against his bicycle, he lit a cigarette and took a few puffs at it. Then a charming woman suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower. Maxwell''s eyes narrowed slightly. With a meaningful smile, he said, "Ms. Harriet, I didn''t expect you to ask me out alone." "Really?" Harriet stared at Maxwell with a meaningful look. "Yes. I am telling you the truth." Harriet turned around and looked at his bicycle. "Are you going to take me to dinner on this?" she asked. "Isn''t this good?" Maxwell slowly puffed at the cigarette and asked in a meaningful tone. "I''m surprised. I rarely ride a bicycle." Harriet''s smile was attractive and stunning. Maxwell smiled without saying a word. This bicycle was the only thing he brought when he married into the Sandoval family. Being crafted by a German master, its value far exceeded that of countless items in the luxurious vi. That was because there were only two of them left in the world. The other one was sold for a sky-high price of 1.3 billion at the recent auction in America! However, Maxwell never cared about the bicycle''s maintenance. This made it look so tattered that it couldn''t even bepared with an ordinary bike. "Get on," Maxwell said. After Harriet sat on the back seat, Maxwell slowly wobbled off on his bike into the distance. They formed an unforgettable scene at the crowded Sandoval Tower. From an outsider''s view, a charming woman was riding a bicycle with a ragged man. Her stunning beauty could even astound a man. More surprisingly, this beautiful woman was sitting on a broken bicycle! Many passers-by cast a nce at them. Some were in surprise, some were shocked, and most of them wore a contemptuous look. Chapter 37: He Offended the Wrong Guy Chapter 37: He Offended the Wrong Guy This was because some people had already recognized the cyclist. He was none other than Greta''s husband, an idle good-for-nothing. When those people saw Maxwell, they wished to beat him up together. They would be OK with it if their favorite woman was with an elegant gentleman. But they couldn''t allow a man like Maxwell to touch her. What surprised them more, Maxwell had hooked up with another extremely beautiful woman. In terms of temperament, she was not inferior to Greta at all. It could even be said that she was more elegant than Greta. Contempt and hatred filled their hearts. They couldn''t understand how this fellow managed to win women''s favor. He was just a useless man living off his wife, yet so many beauties appeared beside him ... This was so unfair! Some people were even burning with rage when seeing Maxwell with Harriet. He already owned the prettiest woman in Ocean City, yet he still dared to hook up with someone else! Fortunately, Maxwell didn''t have to face other people''s mockeries for so long. He quickly drove Harriet far away from the Sandoval Tower. Maxwell''s bicycle looked tattered, but its speed wasn''t low at all. In just half an hour, they came to a hotpot restaurant. He rode his bike at the same speed as Le drove a Rolls Royce. "We''re here," Maxwell said. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. After Maxwell parked the bicycle, he walked into a hotpot restaurant with Harriet. They found a secluded corner and sat down. "Can you eat spicy food?" Maxwell asked. "Of course I can. My ability to eat spicy food is beyond your imagination." Harriet wore an attractive smile, which made Maxwell''s heart skip a beat. "OK. Then I will order a spicy hotpot." With a smile, Maxwell picked up the menu and handed it to Harriet. After Harriet ordered some side dishes, Maxwell casually ordered a few more. Maxwell sat opposite her and said, "Ms. Harriet, you seem to be very interested in me." "The reason is very simple. I''ve never seen someone as interesting as you." Harriet''s smile was as gentle as the spring breeze. Compared with Greta''s cold and aloof attitude, her expression made people feel much morefortable. "What''s so interesting about me?" Maxwell was a bit confused. Harriet looked up and fixed her eyes on him. "I''ve always been an observant girl. You are hiding something from Greta on purpose, aren''t you?" Maxwell could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Harriet''s words caused him to be nervous! However, he still wore a smile, and he looked quite calm. "Ms. Harriet, I don''t understand what you''re saying." Maxwell smiled faintly. He didn''t seem to be pretending to stay calm. "Haven''t I made myself clear enough? Then I will be more direct with you." After the side dishes were served, Harriet put some beef into the hotpot. "How could an idle man like you be proficient in France and skilled in slicing fruits? You even detected loopholes in Le''s professionalyout..." "What''s your purpose of being with Greta? Do you covet her money or something else?" Harriet''s smile didn''t disappear. She stared at Maxwell, wanting to get a clue from his expression. However, she failed. Maxwell looked extremely calm without changing his expression. He didn''t seem to know Harriet was probing him. To be more specific, he was unaware that Harriet was referring to him.... Harriet had no idea that Maxwell had received spy training before. He was able to conceal his inner feelings at any time ... No matter how flustered he was, he wasposed on the surface. "Ms. Harriet, I don''t know what you''re talking about. When my friend and I worked in France, we learned French in the back of a restaurant. As for the loophole, it was purely out of my luck..." Maxwell was still as calm as ever, and he even put some mutton in Harriet''s bowl. "My marriage to Ms. Greta is up to her father, Derrick. I think you''d better ask him for further information," Maxwell continued with a smile. "It''s fine. I''m just joking." Harriet stopped probing him. She couldn''t get any useful information from him. Although she was still puzzled, she couldn''t prove her guess. Right at this moment, on a table not far from them, there were a few drunkards drinking beer. Their voices were loud, and they didn''t care about others'' feelings at all. The cheerful atmosphere of the entire restaurant was damaged by them.... Suddenly, a burly man saw Harriet. Then he stared straight at her with a meaningful smile. "Sir, this girl is so pretty!" He suddenly pointed at Harriet and said loudly. The rest of the men followed the direction and saw Harriet. They suddenly felt a surge of desire for her! Since their sexual desire was aroused, these people became more unscrupulous. They had never seen such a gorgeous girl like Harriet, and they were almost drooling! "Fuck! I haven''t seen such a beauty for so long! She is so hot!" "Sir, we haven''t slept with women for a long time!" The drunkardsughed and made a loud noise without restraint, causing many diners to panic. They moved far away and dared not approach them! The burly man in the lead narrowed his eyes and carefully sized up Harriet. She had a seductive appearance, full-sized breasts and exquisite legs under her short skirt ... She was perfect! "Damn it! She should be with us! That small man isn''t worthy of her!" He sneered and saw Maxwell by the side. There was a hint of disdain on his cold face. "That''s right. He probably won''t be able to satisfy her desire!" "Let''s go and greet her!" With that, the burly man suddenly stood up. Following him, the others immediately rushed towards Harriet! Harriet''s expression changed slightly, with her delicate face turning pale. She did not expect trouble to "It''s fine. I''m here." Suddenly, Maxwell put some vegetables into Harriet''s bowl, which made her feel relieved. Her heart no longer beat wildly, and she restored herposure. Staring meaningfully at Maxwell, she blinked. She was very curious about what kind of surprise this man would give her this time.... However, Harriet''s reaction was so alluring. Maxwell couldn''t help but be uneasy. "Beauty, can we have dinner together?" Those burly men walked to the table and stared at Harriet with lustful thoughts. "Sorry. I have an appointment with someone else." Harriet smiled apologetically, but her smile made them so excited that they almost shouted on the spot. "Come on, beauty. We can take you to dinner ... We are more interesting than the person you are dating ... We know how to turn you on..." Those burly men even whistled and said dirty words without any restraint! "Hey! Can you be a little polite? It''s me who..." Maxwell said coldly and looked at those men with an unfriendly expression. "You?" Those burly men nced at Maxwell and suddenly burst intoughter. "Holy shit! Who the fuck do you think you are? You don''t deserve to eat with such a beautiful woman!" "You want us to be polite to you? You must be daydreaming!" "Why don''t you get the hell out of here? Give us your seat, or else we''ll kill you!" Theyughed out loud. The restaurant was in chaos. Many diners stared at Maxwell and thought to themselves that something bad was about to happen. Maxwell stared at those men, who were getting more and more presumptuous.... Maxwell smiled faintly. Suddenly, he clenched his right hand into a fist and fiercely attacked the most arrogant one! In the blink of an eye, that man flew backwards and smashed onto the ground! Maxwell then mmed the table with great strength. With his action, a bowl of hot soup was poured onto the other men. In an instant, they let out a miserable howl! The soup was extremely hot. Its temperature was no lower than that of the boiling water! "Damn it! How dare you spill it on me?" "Fuck! This is the first time I''ve met such a bastard like you!" "How dare you hit me? Do you know who I am?" The men got up from the ground one after another and surrounded Maxwell with a fierce look. The atmosphere in the restaurant became tense instantly! "How the hell do I know who you are..." With a sneer, Maxwell said indifferently. "I am in charge of this street. I¡¯m Rogelio Bernal, and everyone else calls me Lord Rogelio!" the man in the lead said arrogantly. "My uncle is the director of the nearby police station ... I''ll give you two choices. You either have your hands broken by me now, or you have your hands and feet cut off after you enter the prison!" Rogelio said slowly, and his threat shocked many diners! The residents nearby all knew Rogelio''s identity. Once, he fought with another gang, and he fled after finding it was unable to defeat them. The next day, the police caught all the hooligans who fought against Rogelio yesterday! Besides bullying others weaker than him, Rogelio also forced pretty women to sleep with him. No one dared to say a word because Rogelio had someone protecting him! Someone once tried to expose his crimes, but afterwards, they all disappeared without a trace.... Everyone treated Rogelio respectfully, and no one dared to provoke him ... However, this audacious man beat him in front of so many people! Many diners looked at Maxwell pitifully. They thought to themselves that another pretty woman was about to be raped by Rogelio. As for Maxwell, he really provoked the wrong guy ... There was a good chance that he would be finished.... When Maxwell heard the word "police", his smile became mocking and disdainful! Chapter 38: How Dare You! Chapter 38: How Dare You! Inside the restaurant, those burly men stared at Harriet lustfully, with saliva almost dropping from their mouth! She was a top-grade beauty. They had never slept with such a girl before! Even Harriet''s figure was enough to make them drool! Her fair and slender legs also fascinated them ... As long as they could touch them, they would be willing to live ten years less! "Didn''t you hear what I said, you son of a bitch? You don''t deserve to eat with such a beautiful woman!" Rogelioughed out loud. He just treated Maxwell like dirt. He was not afraid that Maxwell would attack him again. Since he had made it clear about his identity, he was sure that no one dared toy a finger on him! Maxwell just stared at him with a smile. Suddenly, he lifted his leg and kicked Rogelio hard on his chest! A loud sound rang out. Rogelio flew backwards, smashing into the ss window of the hotpot restaurant. Then he fell onto the road outside the restaurant! In the blink of an eye, the entire restaurant fell silent ... Countless diners were stupefied! "Rogelio ... you are just a moron." Maxwell slowly withdrew his leg and said calmly. His words shocked many onlookers! "How dare you! How dare you hit Lord Rogelio! You''re finished! You must die today!" Other hooligans were also in astonishment. With a ferocious look, they shouted angrily and threw their fists at Maxwell! A dull sound rang out. Maxwell clenched his fists. The veins on his arms stood out like green snakes! In a sh, Maxwell punched a burly man on the chest. Blood oozed out from his mouth, and several of his ribs were broken! Another man wanted tounch a sneak attack from behind Maxwell, but when he was about to punch him, Maxwell kicked him hard on the chest! In an instant, Maxwell seemed to be like the invincible God of War. Those burly men couldn''t even get close to him! After a short while, all the hooligans were already lying on the ground. Everything happened so fast that the onlookers couldn''t even see Maxwell''s movements clearly ... Before they could respond, all the men fell to the ground one after another! Harriet, who was on her seat, stared at Maxwell''s back. At this moment, Maxwell had more great charm than usual. Harriet couldn''t help having more interest in him. In fact, Harriet even had the illusion that Maxwell had changed into another person! With a calm look, Maxwell nced at those burly men and said coldly, "I advise you to immediately disappear, and I can pretend that nothing happened..." "Fuck ... You will get yourself killed..." Rogelio got up from the roadside trembling. His entire body was covered in wounds, all of which were caused by broken ss. He gazed at Maxwell with bloodshot eyes. Anger filled his heart, and his fierce expression looked extremely terrifying! Seeing Rogelio''s angry face, many onlookers were so scared that they felt a cold chill go down their back! A middle-aged man with a shocked expression murmured in a low voice, "Normal people can''t have such a look. I''ve seen murderers'' eyes before, which are also fierce. However, Rogelio''s look was even fiercer than those cold-blooded murderers..." Rogelio must have killed many innocent people in the past! Rogelio came towards Maxwell step by step, and his aura became even more terrifying! Maxwell wasposed, as if he wasn''t afraid of Rogelio at all. Rogelio snapped with a sneer, "If you won''t die today ... I will disappear from the Ocean City from now on!" Staring at Rogelio, Maxwell curled his lips. He thought to himself, ''How can this bastard be so overconfident?'' The onlookers were in amotion. There must be a cruel murder today! The owner of the hotpot restaurant sighed. He had to pay a lot of protection money every month, but something unexpected still happened. Some kind-hearted people had already secretly called the police. Some even had a premonition that a This is from N?velDrama.Org. homicide was about to ur here! Rogelio took out a dagger from his pocket and stabbed at Maxwell with a ferocious expression! Rogelio''s movements were as fast as lightning, and Harriet''s smile finally froze. When Rogelio took out this sharp dagger, she knew that Maxwell had gone too far. "Avoid him!" Harriet shouted in shock. Maxwell just stared at the dagger as if he didn''t hear her. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed and he punched Rogelio on the lower abdomen! With a loud sound, Rogelio put on a painful look. The dagger in his hand suddenly fell to the ground. Maxwell grabbed Rogelio''s neck and said in a cold voice, "You want to kill me? How dare you?" Rogelio stared at Maxwell''s eyes. Right at this moment, Maxwell''s expression suddenly changed. A hint of fierceness appeared on his face! Rogelio''s eyes widened, and he couldn''t believe what he had seen. Judging from Maxwell''s look, he could tell this man had killed a lot of people before! It was no exaggeration that Maxwell''s cold and bloodshot eyes were far more terrifying than Rogelio''s! His eyes were like that of a ferocious beast! This caused Rogelio to tremble in fear! At that moment, Rogelio finally understood that this man was far cruel and bloodthirsty than him! The temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop sharply. Rogelio felt cold all over. At that moment, he had the illusion of being targeted by the God of Death! Rogelio realized that he could not contend against this man at all! Maxwell wasn''t lying at all. He really had the heart to kill him! He would do that without any hesitation! Rogelio''s body trembled and he began to beg for mercy, "I was wrong ... please let me go ... I overestimated myself ... I am sorry for provoking you..." The diners werepletely dumbfounded. They never expected that Rogelio, who had always been arrogant and domineering, would be threatened by others and beg for mercy! It turned out that even Rogelio would admit defeat in front of someone stronger than him. "Fuck off!" Maxwell loosened his grip on Rogelio and pped him hard on the face, which caused thetter to fly through the air! Rogelio crashed to the ground. Trembling, he staggered to his feet and looked at Maxwell with a cold and ruthless look. Suddenly, an ear-piercing rm sounded in the distance. A police car rushed over. The driver didn''t stop until the car approached the hotpot restaurant. The tires rubbed against the ground, leaving behind a ck mark on the ground.... After the police car stopped, the door was opened. With the crisp sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground, a police officer wearing a stern look stepped out of the car. Then he walked into the restaurant. "It''s Director Hayes Bernal!" Someone pointed outside the restaurant and cried out in shock. In an instant, the restaurant was bustling with noise. Everyone was dumbfounded, for they didn''t expect Director Hayes toe. Many people looked at Maxwell with sympathy, for they knew the situation suddenly reversed. Director Hayes was Rogelio''s uncle, so he would back him up. With Director Hayes around, even if Maxwell was eloquent, he wouldn''t prove his innocence. The situation had already settled. Rogelio turned around and saw Hayes. Ecstasy filled his heart as he shouted, "Director Hayes, you''re finally here." Hayes saw that Rogelio''s face was swollen and bruised, and his entire body was covered in scars. In an instant, Hayes'' face darkened. He couldn''t help putting on a grave look. "Who ... hurt you like this?" Hayes asked in a low voice. "It''s him!" Rogelio turned around and pointed at Maxwell. Following the direction, Hayes also turned around. His eyes met Maxwell''s. In an instant, the atmosphere became tense! Hayes stared coldly at Maxwell without saying a word. Even Maxwell could feel an air of authority from Hayes ... The air seemed to freeze, and Maxwell wore a grimmer expression.... "It''s you who injured Rogelio, right?" Hayes stepped forward, and it sounded like he was interrogating a prisoner! Maxwell replied indifferently, "He was the one who attacked me first." Hayes stared at him maliciously, and his face fell. "Take him away!" Hayes suddenly shouted coldly, causing many onlookers to sigh. Once this man fell into Hayes'' hands, he would be finished. Hayes would use cruel methods to deal with this man until he was forced to confess his crimes. Two police officers walked up and handcuffed Maxwell. Seeing this scene, Harriet, who was behind Maxwell, became pale with fear. However, Maxwell was calm. He didn''t even look at the handcuffs. To him, those handcuffs didn''t seem to exist. "We should also take away that woman." Rogelio, who was at the side, suddenly said. Hiding behind Hayes, he looked at Harriet with lustful eyes. Rogelio caused trouble because of Harriet. How could he forget Harriet''s existence? He even made up his mind that he would rape this top-grade beauty in front of Maxwell, letting him watch her moan under his body! He wanted to see if Maxwell dared to say anything to stop him! "Take away that woman too." Hayes turned around. When he came to the restaurant''s door, he stopped. Right at this moment, Maxwell, who was handcuffed, heard Hayes and Rogelio''s words. And his face suddenly turned cold! "You want to take her away? Don''t you dare!" Chapter 39: I Will Arrest Whoever Arrests Her! Chapter 39: I Will Arrest Whoever Arrests Her! Maxwell''s words stopped Hayes. Rogelio looked up at Maxwell and sneered. Hayes turned around and looked at Maxwell. He said sternly, "I will arrest you for breaking the peace. Whatever you say will be taken as evidence in court..." Before Hayes could finish his words, Maxwell suddenly interrupted him, "Against thew? You don''t even know the truth. How can you convict me?" Hayes stared at Maxwell for a moment before saying, "What I saw is the truth. You injured Rogelio and the others, but you are safe and sound. You must have broken thew." Maxwell couldn''t help but sneer. He looked at Hayes sarcastically and said, "I''ve never seen such an unreasonable police like you. This bastard harbored an evil thought towards my friend first. Since I stopped him, he started to fight with me. Then he pretended to be aggrieved after being at a disadvantage." Maxwell nced at Rogelio with a contemptuous smile. "Many people have seen what happened. There are surveince cameras. Don''t you want to check them to see if I am telling the truth?" Rogelio''s expression instantly turned gloomy. He had thought that Maxwell would restrain his behavior after Hayes arrived, but to his surprise, Maxwell still dared to be so arrogant! "How dare you speak to Director Hayes like that? You''re as bold as brass!" Rogelio shouted coldly. As soon as Rogelio finished speaking, Maxwell stepped forward and rushed to him. With a crisp sound, a bright red print appeared on Rogelio''s other face! Rogelio''s cheeks were red and swollen. Maxwell had used a lot of strength, which caused him to fall onto the ground! The restaurant fell silent. The diners and onlookers stared nkly at Maxwell''s lightning-fast movements. Even the two police officers beside Maxwell were toote to stop him! Hayes looked at Maxwell. He trembled all over and his eyes were burning with rage! Maxwell pped his nephew in front of him, which was equivalent to pping him in the face! He was at least a director. He shouldn''t lose his dignity. With his head up, Maxwell slowly said, "I will catch whoever dares to catch her!" The expressions of all onlookers and diners changed abruptly. They were in great shock after hearing his words. This was a tant provocation! As for Hayes, he gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice, "Stop! I will teach you a good lesson if you hit my nephew again!" Maxwell looked up at Hayes. His smile was cold and mocking. He clenched his fists in an instant! Hayes'' eyes narrowed slightly. He didn''t understand what Maxwell was doing, but he had an ominous premonition! The next second, the veins on Maxwell''s arms suddenly bulged, and the handcuffs twisted and deformed under Hayes'' gaze! Hayes froze. Maxwell had already pulled his hands out of the handcuffs, which were twisted and crippled! These handcuffs, which had held countless people before, were so fragile in Maxwell''s hands! The two police officers beside Maxwell stared nkly at the handcuffs thrown onto the ground. They were gripped by astonishment. How was this possible? "Director Hayes, aren''t you going to arrest me? I''ming with you," Maxwell said with a smile. "OK." Hayes'' expression quickly returned to normal. He nodded and signaled for the police officers beside Maxwell to stop using handcuffs ... He never expected that those handcuffs would not work on Maxwell at all.... Maxwell stepped out and suddenly, a voice came from behind him. "Do you need me to notify Greta?" Maxwell turned around and saw Harriet looking at him with her arms crossed around her chest. There was no longer a smile on her beautiful face, and she now looked anxious. Maxwell smiled faintly. "No need. Just wait for me at the police stationter." "OK." Harriet frowned and nodded, but she was still worried about him. After Maxwell got into the police car, the driver quickly drove to the police station not far away. Inside another police car, Rogelio looked at Hayes and said, "What should we do with him when he enters the police station?" Hayes snorted coldly and said, "You always cause trouble for me. This man isn''t easy to deal with. How dare you provoke him?" Rogelio smiled embarrassedly. "I just saw a beauty beside him. I wanted you to enjoy her sexy body first." From the rearview mirror, Hayes nced at the police car Maxwell was in and said, "As long as we send him to the police station, he can''t escape. At that time, you can do whatever you want." "You are right." A hint of viciousness shed through Rogelio''s eyes. After Maxwell was sent to the police station, he would be tortured to death! As for that woman, he would ask a few more subordinates to capture herter. After a short while, Maxwell was in the interrogation room. Hayes and Rogelio were sitting in front of him. With a cold smile, Rogelio said, "I dare you to still show a domineering attitude in the police office!" Looking calmly at them, Maxwell said indifferently, "Director Hayes, I advise you to discipline your nephew if you don''t want to lose your position. Otherwise, I will discipline him personally." "Discipline? You''ve already entered this ce. Do you think you still have the chance to get out of here?" Hayes asked mockingly. "I''ll give you onest chance." Maxwell remained calm without changing his expression. "Stop talking nonsense with him. Find a few people and teach him a lesson," Rogelio said impatiently. "So you wanna do it the hard way, right?" Hayes snapped in a threatening tone. "I suggest you ... report this matter to Ocean City''s police station first. Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable," Maxwell said meaningfully. "Consequences? Do you think the police will interfere in your affairs?" Rogelio smiled disdainfully. Suddenly, the door to the interrogation room was pushed open! A police officer rushed in and said, "Director, someone from the headquarters is calling, and she wants you to answer the phone." "The headquarters?" Hayes frowned slightly. He was somewhat puzzled. "It''s from Ms. udia," the police officer said. "udia?" Hayes was shocked. Since he was the director of a local police station, he had heard of udia, the prettiest woman in Ocean City''s police station. Back then, he even took a fancy to udia and asked for some information about her ... Later, after knowing about her family background, he immediately gave up his idea. Why would udia call him? Hayes'' face suddenly darkened. After walking out of the interrogation room, he answered the phone. "Ms. udia," Hayes said respectfully. "Did you just catch someone called Maxwell?" On the other end of the line, udia''s cold yet charming voice shocked Hayes. He hadn''t reported this matter to the headquarters. How did udia know it? "A stranger called me just now and he told me Maxwell is being detained by you," udia said. "Yes. He was involved in a fight that disturbed the peace. I''m looking into the matter now." Hayes'' heart missed a beat as he spoke carefully. "Release him immediately!" udia ordered. "Why?" Hayes was struck dumb. "I don''t know his identity either. But you can''t arrest him without conclusive evidence! Do you want me to call the General Director and ask you to release him?" udia paused for a moment and then said, "The first time I caught him, someone from Beijing came to protect him..." When Hayes heard udia''s words, he instantly froze in ce. Beijing.... N?velDrama.Org (C) content. Immediately after, Hayes'' body trembled and he couldn''t help wearing a shocked look.... He couldn''t believe he had captured a person protected by the powerful ones in Beijing. His nephew was really ying with fire! "I don''t want to see him when I get here," udia said. "Yes." After hanging up, Hayes broke out in cold sweat. Even his legs couldn''t stop trembling. He recalled Maxwell''s meaningful gaze at him just now, and fear engulfed him. In the interrogation room, Rogelio stared coldly at Maxwell with a sinister smile. He had already sent people to capture that beauty. Before long, he would ask Maxwell to watch that woman being raped by his uncle and him! He wanted Maxwell to understand that he was not someone he could offend. "You''ll be able to see that woman in a while. I''ll satisfy her desire." Rogelio''s tone was filled with provocation. "Satisfy her desire? Are you kidding me?" Maxwell chuckled, causing Rogelio to freeze. "How can you still be so unscrupulous? Do you want to get yourself killed?" Rogelio gritted his teeth and said coldly. "Are you qualified to kill me?" Maxwell responded indifferently. Hearing this, Rogelio stood up and clenched his fists in preparation to teach Maxwell a lesson. "Stop!" A voice came from outside the interrogation room. Hayes hurried into the room, trying to stop Rogelio. Hayes hurried over to Maxwell and carefully said, "Mr. Maxwell, it was my fault to catch you. You can leave now." Maxwell nced at them and said with a smile, "Didn''t Director Hayes want to convict me? Why did I suddenly get acquitted?" Hayes gritted his teeth. How could he dare to provoke Maxwell at this moment? Even udia, who came from a prominent family, didn''t know his identity. How could he have the guts to provoke him? Rogelio was dumbfounded. Hayes'' sudden change of attitude confused him. "What''s going on? Why did you let him go?" "Shut up! How dare you hit Mr. Maxwell? Are you tired of living? Behave yourself in the future, or I''ll be the first to teach you a lesson!" Hayes turned around and red fiercely at Rogelio. His cold voice startled Rogelio a lot. Hayes regretted everything he had done. Rogelio offended a man with higher power and status than him. What was worse, he even said those disrespectful words just now, which almost ruined his career! Maxwell shot a cold nce at Rogelio. "Director Hayes, if I see your nephew bullying a man or a woman again, it won''t be that simple..." Hayes'' heart missed a beat. Maxwell looked at him and said, "At that time, even the police station of Ocean City won''t be able to protect the two of you!" Maxwell stretched out his hand and patted Hayes'' cheek gently. This humiliating action caused Hayes'' face to turn deathly pale! He recalled udia''s words. And because of Maxwell''s threat, he didn''t dare to show a tough attitude again! "I will teach my nephew a good lesson. Please rest assured, Mr. Maxwell. I will never allow him to harm anyone again," Hayes said in a trembling voice. After hearing this, Maxwell walked out of the police station with his hands behind his back. "What¡¯s his background? Why were you so respectful to him?" Rogelio said discontentedly. "Shut up!" Hayes berated Maxwell harshly. Maxwell''s words truly made him afraid. "If you see him in the future, just avoid him. And if you dare to cause trouble for me again, I''ll break your leg!" Hayes'' voice was sharp and trembling. ... Inside the Ocean City Police Station. In her office, udia was sitting on a chair. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on theputer screen. She had just received the CCTV of that hotpot restaurant from the police station. Seeing Maxwell''s lightning-fast speed and excellent fighting skills, udia was lost in thought. She wrapped her arms around her chest. This man called Maxwell was not a simple person, but his identity was mysterious! Chapter 40: The Shoeprint on His Face! Chapter 40: The Shoeprint on His Face! In the surveince video, several burly men attacked Maxwell at the same time. However, Maxwell fended off their attacks with ease. From his expression, she could tell that Maxwell did not exert much strength. Maxwell was as calm as ever, but he knocked all the attackers to the ground. udia stared fixedly at theputer screen and slowed down the video. Now she could see Maxwell''s every movement, and she began to study his fighting skills. udia frowned. She could not tell whether Maxwell had ever received special training or not. It just looked like a casual fight on the streets, and Maxwell didn''t use much strength to beat those burly men. "Ms. udia, is there anything I can help you with?" After knocking on the office door, a middle-aged police officer walked in from outside. "Take a look at this. Have you ever seen this kind of fighting skill before?" udia turned the monitor over. This man was the martial arts instructor in Ocean City''s police station. As the highest martial arts officer in the police station, he had won the third prize in a domestic Martial Arts Competition. Besides, he had made caught many convicts before. The police officer nced at the surveince video in a daze. "Ms. udia, this person is very skilled and he has fast movements. However, I can''t find any clues from this video, so I can''t tell his identity." Maxwell''s fighting skills didn''t derive from special training, but even a martial arts instructor could give him a high evaluation ... udia was even more curious about Maxwell''s identity ... Why on earth did the people from Beijinge to protect him? udia had made up her mind. Although Maxwell was a man with many mysteries, she still wanted to reveal the truth! "I see. Thank you." After the martial arts instructor left, udia stood up and knocked on the door of the General Director''s office. Crossing his legs, the General Director was enjoying the new tea of Mount Wuyi. He looked happy and carefree. Seeing udia walk in, he put down his legs and put on a serious look. "Director, I''m here to investigate Maxwell''s identity in the archives," udia said. The General Director froze. Then he put down the teapot and slowly said, "udia, this matter ... Let''s put it aside for now. I still need you to do some other things." "Why? We haven''t known about Maxwell''s background. We need to have a thorough investigation of him. Today, he caused trouble in a hotpot restaurant." udia wrapped her arms around her chest and looked at the General Director. He looked up and stared at udia for a moment before saying, "udia, listen to me. In the future, don''t interfere with his affairs ... Even I don''t want to know anything about him. Do you understand?" He would never allow udia look into Maxwell''s file. He knew very well that with udia''s character, she would not give up. That was why he sincerely requested udia to give up the investigation! udia stared at the General Director for a long time. Then, without saying a word, she left the office. Maxwell walked out of the police station and saw a Mercedes-Benz parked by the side of the road. The beautiful woman sitting in the car looked very familiar. After taking a closer look, he found it was Harriet. Maxwell walked to the side of the car and asked Harriet in surprise, "You also have a car?" Maxwell had never seen Harriet drive her own car. She always took Greta''s Maybach or rode his bicycle. Maxwell had thought that Harriet did not buy a car, but now he knew he was wrong. Harriet rolled her eyes at Maxwell. "Why can''t I have a car?" Maxwell smiled faintly. "I thought you didn''t like cars." Harriet cast a nce at him and said, "Let''s talk after you get in the car." After Maxwell got on, Harriet said, "I don''t like driving by myself, so after returning to China, I always take Greta''s car. I don''t want to buy my own car." "Then where did you get this car?" Maxwell was puzzled. "After I came out of the hotpot restaurant, I felt it was necessary to have a car. So I just bought one." Harriet casually patted the steering wheel. Her smile was gentle but also domineering. It was evident that Harriet was showing off ... She felt that she couldn''t do without a car, so she bought a Mercedes-Benz ... If ordinary people heard Harriet say this, they would be quite envious of her. Maxwell just stayed calm, as if he wasn''t shocked by her words. He just nodded and seated himself. Harriet came from a wealthy family. Coupled with her high status in overseas business, it was easy for her to buy a Mercedes-Benz. What made Maxwell even calmer was that a Mercedes-Benz was just an ordinary car for him. He had every limited-edition Mercedes-Benz in the world. They were all parked in the underground garage of his vi in Belgian. Compared to the limited-edition Mercedes-Benz that was rare and expensive, the ordinary one bought by Harriet was inferior. After returning to the Sandoval Tower, Maxwell and Harriet got off the car. Just as they took the elevator to the top floor, they heard a loud noise. Confused, Maxwell walked out of the elevator and saw a young girl at the front desk. With tears falling down her cheeks, she was tightly grabbing the sleeve of a man wearing a suit. It was obvious that she was unwilling to let him go. Many employees gathered around, discussing about the girl''s indecent behavior. "What''s going on?" Maxwell pushed the crowd aside and walked over to the young girl. "You said that you only loved me. I am even pregnant with your child, but you told me that your daughter is five years old. What shall I do?" the young girlined with tears in her eyes. The man in the suit snorted coldly and said condescendingly, "I didn''t love you at all. I''ve already given you 50,000 yuan, but you are still unsatisfied. You shameless bitch!" The young girl looked like a high school student. She had a pretty face, and she was curvaceous. At this moment, she looked at the man desperately. Tears kept flowing down her cheeks, and she was in anguish. "Let me go!" The man''s voice became colder. "If you don''t let go of me, I will call the security. Stop disgracing yourself!" "No! You muste with me. You didn''t answer my phone for two weeks, and I couldn''t even find you ... If I did anything wrong, I can admit my mistakes and be better. I beg you not to leave me..." The young girl kept shaking her head, and the man became more impatient. He pushed her away and patted his wrinkled suit. "If you hadn''t been obedient, do you think I wanted to be with you? Fuck off! Don''t evere to me again!" Just as the girl was about to grab onto him, the man kicked her in the lower abdomen, causing her to be pale with pain. "I told you to have an abortion, but you refused. You just want to use that baby to control me, right? Don''t even think about it!" The man snorted coldly. Maxwell had an idea about what had happened from the other employees. The man in the suit was President Gerald of the Sandoval Group. It was said that he had some connections with Greta. He was like a tyrant in thepany. Although he had a wife and children, he still hooked up with other young pretty girls. What was worse, after making these girls pregnant, he refused to take the responsibility. Situations like this took ce several times in the Sandoval Group before. What was even more interesting was that Gerald once pursued Greta. During that period of time, he had been following behind her wherever she went. Later, after being pped by Greta on the spot a few times, he finally gave up on her. "Where is the guard? Get her out of here!" Gerald frowned and shouted. "You can try it." Suddenly, a cold voice came from the side. Maxwell appeared behind the young girl and helped her up. Standing by his side, Harriet stared at Gerald with a gloomy expression. "Who the hell are you? Fuck off!" Gerald nced at Maxwell and sneered. Maxwell looked down at the girl. At this moment, she was frowning, looking extremely painful. With a sigh, Maxwell reached out and secretly tapped on her body a few times. After that, her sharp pain dissipated a lot. Maxwell then looked up at Gerald with a cold look. He was already been gripped by anger! Gerald had crossed Maxwell''s bottom line! Maxwell said in a mocking tone, "She''s already three months pregnant. You are indeed a cold-blooded man." After looking carefully at Maxwell for a while, Gerald sneered. "So it''s you. Why did you start interfering in my affairs? Are you bored by being Ms. Greta''s dog?" Harriet then scolded, "Apologize to that girl, otherwise, I won''t allow you to leave." Her face grew solemn. It was obvious that she had also been enraged by this man. "Who do you think you are? You aren''t even qualified to speak with me!" Gerald sneered. His tone was extremely arrogant! "I''ve never seen you in the Sandoval Group. Who the hell are you?" Gerald nced sideways at Harriet and asked with disdain. Maxwell was Greta''s useless husband. As for that woman, he had never seen her before. How dared they threaten him? "I''m Greta''s best friend, the president of Panache Jewelry Group," Harriet said with a cold expression. She had never seen such a shameless bastard. His behavior was inhumane! He even kicked a woman who was already three months pregnant ... It was possible that she might lose her baby! Harriet always had a good temper, but in the face of such a situation, she could no longer suppress her anger. "I''ve been following Ms. Greta for several years. Howe I''ve never seen you before?" Gerald tidied up his suit and his face turned grave. "Where are the security guards? Drive them out! How dared them enter the Sandoval Group ... In the future, if they ever get close to thepany, arrest them immediately!" he shouted sternly. Just as he finished speaking, a ck shadow suddenly came close to him! Then a red and dirty shoe print appeared on his face!N?velDrama.Org (C) content. Chapter 41: Can’t Avoid What Will Coming! Chapter 41: Can¡¯t Avoid What Will Coming! There was a crisp pping sound that reverberated across the whole building. After that, there was only silence. A red shoe-shaped imprint appeared on President Gerald¡¯s face after a towering figureshed out with great force, leaving President Gerald¡¯s face sore and swollen. The towering figureshed out again, and President Gerald was able to grab that iing thing as he squinted his eyes¡­ There was a cold glint shing across his eyes. This was a slipper, and a dirty one at that. He could even smell the foul stench given off by it! President Gerald stretched out his hand and touched his face. He immediately felt some dirt on his face. When he checked properly, it seemed that the sole of that slipper had some animal faeces attached to it¡­ President Gerald¡¯s body shook violently as a smouldering anger was raring to explode from within! This was the first time President Gerald had experience such humiliation in the Sandoval Group! He couldn¡¯t believe that he had been insulted by these two nobodies! How could he swallow this? Countless employees who were gathering around them had a shocked expression on their faces. They didn¡¯t anticipate that Maxwell was so quick on his feet. He had¡­ hit President Gerald with that slipper. President Gerald always had a good rtionship with the board of directors of the Sandoval Group. Seeing that Maxwell had exacted violence on President Gerald, despite the fact that he was Greta¡¯s husband, it would be a tall order for Greta to give an exnation to the board of directors after this. Was he courting death? President Gerald raised his head and peeked at Maxwell. Maxwell was barefoot as he loomed over Gerald with one of his slippers missing. President Gerald was trembling when he roared, ¡°Fuck you, you are repaying my kindness by hitting me? I have given you enough face!¡± ¡°I am indeed hitting you.¡± Maxwell replied in a calm tone and his eyes were overflowing with a murderous gaze. His eyes were dark and depthless. ¡°You are meeting your end today! Where are the security guards? Where the hell are them?¡± President Gerald screamed loudly as if he had lost his mind. In an instant, two security guards rushed over. ¡°Capture these two bastards. I will make sure they meet their demise here! Otherwise, it will be a total shame to my name!¡± President Gerald gritted his teeth and squeezed those words out of his mouth. At the same time, Harriet was tilting her head and she was studying Maxwell meaningfully. ¡°You know what to do.¡± Harriet simply said. Maxwell cocked his head and a frosty re became evident in his eyes. The two security guards stopped short and both of them had terrified expressions. They had never seen such a terrifying pair of eyes before. They could somehow imagine a bloody scene after meeting Maxwell¡¯s eyes! If they took a step forward, they had a hunch they would be part of that bloody scene which would turn into reality! ¡°Do it!¡± President Gerald barked, ¡°Do you guys want to get fired?¡± ¡°You¡¯re too noisy!¡± Maxwell replied faintly, ¡°I will never forgive anybody who dares to make a move!¡± His words had their intended effect, as those two security guards were in a dilemma. They were having qualms on whether they should make their move here¡­ After the fiascost time, the security guards were well aware of Maxwell¡¯s abilities, and they would never want to offend him a second time. However, on the other hand, the one giving them the orders was none other than President Gerald of the Sandoval Group. He was not someone they could afford to offend too. What should they do now? President Gerald¡¯s pupils contracted visibly¡­ Maxwell looked like he had the upper hand as he was more intimidating! ¡°Stop!¡± At that moment, a maic yet crisp voice sounded, and the crowd automatically gave way to the source of that voice. At the end of the path, Greta was walking over with the clicking of his high heels as her long and slender legs were marching towards them with style. ¡°President Greta.¡± The employees greeted her politely. She was the gorgeous president of the Sandoval Group, and nobody within thepany was unfamiliar with her. Greta stopped in a short distance away from them and she scanned the young girl in front of her coldly. She started, ¡°What¡¯s going on here?¡± Greta¡¯s voice was cold yet alluring. It was pleasing to the ears. Harriet began to chronicle everything from the beginning, and Maxwell suddenly interrupted her, ¡°She has been pregnant for three months. The baby would definitely be gone if that kick hadnded¡­ You are really good at kicking women. Did you do this all the time, President Gerald?¡± Maxwell asked with a menacing tone, and his words invoked a drastic change of expression on the faces of the employees. They couldn¡¯t believe that President Gerald was such a ruthless person. Greta couldn¡¯t help but cast a stern nce at President Gerald, ¡°President Gerald, I don¡¯ think it¡¯s appropriate to mix up your personal life with work, don¡¯t you think so?¡± ¡°It¡¯s all because your husband and your so-called best friend decided to stir up some trouble for me. I have already gotten everything under control, yet they wanted to escte this matter.¡± President Gerald exined. ¡°She is indeed my best friend who has just returned to Ocean City recently. She has some official business coboration with the Sandoval Group currently. Do you have a problem with that, President Gerald?¡± Greta raised her eyebrows. A drastic change of expression urred on President Gerald¡¯s face. It turned out that this mature and alluring woman was indeed Greta¡¯s best friend. To top it off, they had some business coboration going on. Did he offend her unknowingly? ¡°President Greta, they are the instigators in this ordeal. I y no part in this at all.¡± President Gerald raised his head and an icy re entered his eyes. At that moment, Greta was having a stony and hard expression. She could rte to this young girl¡¯s pain because of their nature as a woman. She almost wanted to kick President Gerald like how Maxwell had kicked him. She had long been aware of President Gerald¡¯s antics, but she was not the type to interfere with somebody¡¯s personal life. However, now that things had gone out of hand, she finally had a reason to do so. ¡°President Gerald, do you know that you have caused these employees to dy their work? All because of this girl. Of course, I will serve them their appropriate punishment since they are the instigators, but what about you?¡± Greta said in a cold voice. President Gerald could see where this was going as his heart sank. She was obviously taking advantage of this situation. ¡°President Gerald, let me give you a suggestion. I suggest that you resign by your own volition. I will still reward you with your bonus by year end aspensation.¡± Greta suggested coldly. She was disgusted by President Gerald very much, so naturally she wanted him gone as soon as possible from the Sandoval Group. The employees who were gathering around secretly thought that President Gerald was finally at the end of the road here¡­ he had crossed the point of no return after offending every woman here! It¡¯s not a big deal if he had caused some woman to be pregnant, after all this was still part of his private life. However, he even wanted tond a kick on that pregnant woman. This was not something anybody sane would do! The employees were staring at him in dismay. They thought that President Gerald was reaping what he had sown! He deserved this treatment! President Gerald raised his head slowly and there was a grotesque expression on his face. He looked at Greta with an eerily shuddering look. ¡°Fine, President Greta. You are decisive enough with your move.¡± President Gerald gnashed his teeth. He was living a good life in the Sandoval Group, but now because of Greta, he was going to lose everything. Greta had a rxed expression on her face. She cast a nonchnt nce at him before turning around to return to her office.This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. ¡°Greta, you better beware. Once I leave, I will make sure your life bes miserable!¡± President Gerald gnashed his teeth and issued a threat. He was burning with shame as he left the Sandoval Tower with his tail between his legs. Greta paused in her tracks as she took in President Gerald¡¯s words, but she immediately resumed her orderly clicking of her high heels. The sound gradually disappeared. Maxwell and Harriet helped the young girl to her feet and consoled her. Harriet stuffed tens of thousands of banknotes into her hands while reminding her to avoid President Gerald. After that, she ordered someone to send the girl back. Maxwell followed Greta¡¯s eye-catching back into her office. He could see that her usually perfect features were punctuated with tinges of sorrow and frustration. ¡°President Greta, what¡¯s wrong? We have gotten the girl to settle down.¡± Maxwell lifted a tea pot and poured Greta a cup of hot tea. ¡°You don¡¯t know about President Gerald¡¯s origins.¡± Greta stood up and headed to the floor-to-ceiling window as she crossed her arms in front of her. She watched the CBDmercial area of the Ocean City from afar while her insides were troubled. ¡°What¡¯s so great about his origins?¡± Maxwell furrowed his eyebrows. At the same time, Harriet entered the office. ¡°Greta, you don¡¯t need to worry about anything. His words are just some empty threats.¡± Harriet consoled her. ¡°No,¡± Greta shook her head, ¡°He¡¯s also part of the Sandoval family. It¡¯s very likely that the Sandoval Group will have to brace itself for a storm.¡± A predicament was brewing over the horizon! Harriet was mildly surprised. She had never seen Greta put on such a solemn expression. ¡°The Sandoval family? Isn¡¯t hisst name Moore?¡± Maxwell produced a cigarette and smoked it. He asked while letting out a wisp of smoke. ¡°You are all in the dark.¡± Greta shook her head with a torrent of emotions written all over her face. Her eyes conveyed the fact that it was something difficult to bring up¡­ How could she reveal what had happened all those years before¡­ Maxwell continued to smoke nonchntly. Only his depthless eyes revealed a hint of emotion. ¡°Is he from the Sandoval family in the capital city?¡± Harriet suddenly asked and this prompted Greta to turn around abruptly as disbelief crept into her eyes. Harriet was getting straight to the point, and Greta had no way of dodging the question. She could only nod in agreement as she admitted, ¡°Yes.¡± Harriet exchanged a nce with Maxwell. As expected¡­ Greta was hiding something. The same could be said about Derrick¡­ At this moment, Maxwell¡¯s gaze was shrouded in a still calmness. He could guess this much. A meaningful look entered Maxwell¡¯s eyes as he became more and more livid. President Gerald was an interesting person. Perhaps, he was involved with Greta¡¯s assassinationst time. ¡°A storm on the horizon was brewing? The Sandoval Group has always dominated Ocean City. Only those international corporations who have set up their branches in Ocean City have enough capital to put up a decent fight. I don¡¯t think there are a lot of corporations who can rival the Sandoval Group, are there?¡± Harriet tried to do some analysis. ¡°No,¡± Suddenly, Maxwell interrupted her, ¡°Besides thepanies in Ocean City, I think there are a dozen factions of forces who are targeting the Sandoval Group, isn¡¯t that true, Greta?¡± A slight shudder coursed through Greta¡¯s heart. She looked at Maxwell in confusion. How did this guy know about this? Maxwell picked one newspaper from the rack and ced it on Greta¡¯s desk. He pointed at the headline. Harriet found the headline and read it out, ¡°The Sandoval Group acquired the development rights to the Harbour Airport of Ocean City¡­¡± ¡°That¡¯s right; the Sandoval Group has just acquired this after a tensepetition with local rivals. Although it seems like the Sandoval Group has a bright future ahead, this acquisition is also a hot potato¡­¡± Maxwell began to exin while both Greta and Harriet couldn¡¯t help staring at him in surprise. ¡°Not only the localpanies areing up with ways to entice the Sandoval Group into giving up on their rights, the internationalpanies are all eyeing the group too.¡± There was sound reasoning in Maxwell¡¯s exnations. Greta was looking at Maxwell with an ambiguous and charming look in her eyes. Greta¡¯s eyes were infused with a pleasant surprise. She was staring intently at this man who was keeping a cool head and figuring things out. She was impressed that he could discover at a nce the real reason behind everything. ¡°President Greta, if I¡¯m not wrong, your biggest fear lies in the Sandoval family in the capital city, am I right?¡± Maxwell¡¯s tone suddenly turned solemn as his burning gaze pierced through Greta. A slight shudder ran through Greta who had her captivating back facing him. She had always been on the run from the Sandoval family in the capital city, but they never forgot about her. Finally, they were able to catch up with her. Suddenly, there was a knocking sound on the door to the office. Melissa, Greta¡¯s secretary, came in with big strides. ¡°President Greta, someone is inviting you to a banquet tonight.¡± ¡°Who is it?¡± ¡°He told me he¡¯s from Beijing.¡± Chapter 42: Young Master Sandoval! Chapter 42: Young Master Sandoval! ¡°Beijing?¡± There was slight disturbance on Greta¡¯s face as her frame shook imperceptibly. The only people in Beijing whom Greta had rtions with were none other than the Sandoval family of the capital city. Other than that, she had no professional ties with anybody. Maxwell was seated in the office chair and a vague darkness sh in his depthless and calm eyes¡­ ¡°I got it.¡± Greta was m on the surface but she was restless underneath her facade. She looked like she was in a dilemma. Should she go for it? ¡°Greta, this is definitely a trap. Don¡¯t go.¡± Harriet furrowed here eyebrows as she warned Greta. She had a feeling that this night banquet was specially organized by the Sandoval family of the capital city in order to lure Greta in. ¡°Should I go or not?¡± Greta turned her gaze onto Maxwell as she asked him. Maxwell froze briefly as a mild shock registered on his face. He sure didn¡¯t expect Greta to consult his opinion. After giving it some thought, he replied, ¡°Will there be any difference if you choose to go or be absent?¡± She couldn¡¯t run away from what wasing anyway. ¡°You¡¯re right,¡± Greta nodded slightly and she answered with determination, ¡°I¡¯ll go.¡± ¡­ At that moment, in Ocean City, a jet ck BMW was speeding on the roads. There was a fleet of ck cars surrounding the BMW as they swarmed in a single direction. The cars were filled with men wearing ck clothes. They were the bodyguards responsible for the safety of the guest in the BMW. It was hard to imagine what kind of big shot could warrant such security of outrageous proportions in the whole Ocean City. Even if there were government officials sitting inside that car, they wouldn¡¯t need a massive troop of bodyguards to apany them on their trip. In the BMW, there was a good-looking young man in the modified yet luxurious interior of the car. He was dangling a Cuban cigar with smoke slowly rising from the tip. A fascinating aroma was circting inside the car. On the side, a man was popping some champagne for this young man as he then poured the contents into a goblet. This man was being very meticulous and careful in carrying out his task. There wasn¡¯t any sign of carelessness in his motions. It was hard to imagine this man was the same terrifying beast that had kicked up a storm overseas. At this moment, he was more like an obedient cat in front of this young man. This man was someone both Maxwell and Greta were familiar with. He was none other than Hal, who was plotting to bring harm to them! However, Hal had lost his upper hand. He had lost his greatest backer. To get his revenge, he had no choice but to rely on this young man right in front of his eyes. ¡°This is interesting¡­ really interesting¡­¡± In the modified yet luxurious interior of the car, the natural aromatherapy was merging with the faint fragrance of the Cuban cigar, creating an intoxicating olfactory explosion. The young man began to say something, and a glint of interest appeared in his cool eyes. ¡°Hal, is it true that Greta was engaged to a man a few months ago, and that man is a good-for- nothing?¡± The young man asked meaningfully. ¡°That¡¯s correct.¡± Hal nodded, ¡°Three months ago, the Sandoval family had announced that Greta was going to marry a guy, and they were not holding any public wedding ceremony. The resourceful media couldn¡¯t even get any hint on the identity of her fianc¨¦.¡± ¡°It was until a while ago that I came into contact with her fianc¨¦, but I still could not grasp his identity.¡± Hal slowly exined with a grin on his face. There was an unnoticeable calmness deep within his eyes. ¡°You¡¯ve done a great job, Hal. You can be rest assured that when I take back that woman, I will fulfil any conditions you state.¡± The young man curled the corner of his lips, and his tone became arrogant. ¡°Thank you, Young Master Sandoval.¡± Hal smiled at him in response. ¡°You don¡¯t need to thank me. My purpose ofing here from Beijing is to get her under my ¡°I know Greta very well. She is very quick-tempered.¡± The young man looked undisturbed. He had seen too many women with a bad temper. They were always stering this innocent and prideful facade all over themselves but in the end, he would always tear off this facade and reveal their true lecherous personality hidden underneath their skins. Due to his status and position, too many women wanted to suck up to him, even though they needed to sacrifice their bodies and get on his bed. A demure campus belle, a CEO goddess, the daughter of a rich family; these are the women he had The same logic should apply to that woman from the Sandoval Group. ¡°Wild horses exist for men to dominate them.¡± The young man revealed a faint smile while locking eyes with Hal. A faint yet meaningful curl appeared at the corner of Hal¡¯s lips. He was right. Even though that man¡¯s background was terrifying, Greta would always be part of the Sandoval family. He didn¡¯t have any right to meddle in their business in the end. Hal looked at the young man in front of him with admiration. He was giving this young man all of his respect just because¡­ he¡¯s from Beijing! He addressed the young man as Young Master Sandoval solely because he was here in Ocean City for the sake of the Sandoval Group! ¡°Young Master Sandoval, let me wish you sess in advance.¡± Hal shed a slight smile as he raised his goblet. ¡°When all is said and done, I will make sure the YH Group makes its return.¡± The young man toasted to Hal with his own goblet before taking a sip of champagne. He looked eerily rxed¡­ as if he could This is from N?velDrama.Org. already see the oue of everything. He had heard that the woman was quite a looker. He could probably have a good time with her for a while. ¡­ Maxwell was standing in front of the door to the office; his cheek was brimming red with a fresh five- fingered imprint. He was being shunned from Greta¡¯s office an hour ago. This was because when Greta came back to her senses, she realized that Maxwell was smoking nonchntly in her office. He had crossed over her limits. Therefore, Maxwell was driven out of the office miserably. However, Maxwell looked like he wasn¡¯t fazed by Greta¡¯s p at all. He continued to stand in front of her door for a long time with a rxed expression on his face, which invited strange looks from other employees passing by him. After a long time, the door to the office finally opened. A gorgeous beauty emerged from the office and this prompted Maxwell to sh a mischievous smile. ¡°Harriet, how did it go?¡± Maxwell implored. ¡°We were just discussing somepany matters. Recently, we didn¡¯t have a lot of business dealings, so I¡¯m pretty free.¡± Harriet replied. ¡°What are you going to do tonight?¡± ¡°What choices do I have? My wife is going to the banquet, so of course I have to apany her.¡± Maxwell froze for one second before replying. ¡°You¡¯re going with her?¡± Harriet asked with a smile. ¡°Don¡¯t you n to bring me along?¡± ¡°What can you do there? It¡¯s best if there aren¡¯t so many people involved in this.¡± Maxwell immediately shook his head. Harriet raised her sexy eyebrows and studied Maxwell with interest, ¡°Why do you think that you should cut down on the number of person involved? I heard that the venue of the banquet has arge toilet, one that can amodate two people at once¡­¡± Maxwell met Harriet¡¯s gaze as she said this. Harriet took a step forward and she was just within inches of Maxwell. Maxwell could even sniff the faint aroma emanating from her body, which somehow stirred up a hurricane in his originally tranquil heart. Maxwell lowered his head and he saw that Harriet was looking up at him. She had a charming and seductive face¡­ and her intoxicating smile was irresistible! Harriet had been giving an obvious hint with her words. Any mature men would immediately read between the lines. She wasn¡¯t beating around the bush at all! Harriet was a beauty with exceptional figure, and she added to her allure by seducing him with words. If Maxwell wasn¡¯t someone who had a lot of experience with women, perhaps he was already at his limits by now! Maxwell swallowed dryly as a thought urred to him. He had been far removed from the world of women for a long time because of Greta, but at that moment Harriet sessfully reignited the old mes of desire within him. Suddenly, the door of the office was flung open with great force and with arge banging sound. A beautiful figure appeared at the door and she was peering at them with a frosty and murderous re. At this moment, Harriet suddenly eximed while toppling over as if she had lost her bnce. Maxwell was quick on his feet as he extended his arms to let Harriet fall into his embrace. He could feel her sensuous waist with his palms, and this sensation was whipping up a quiet storm inside him. Suddenly, he felt a chill running down his spine. He jerked upwards and saw that Greta was focusing on his hands which were holding Harriet¡¯s waist. Her gaze was piercing through him with icy terror! A stunned expression appeared on Maxwell¡¯s face¡­ his wife was obviously infuriated! Maxwell immediately let go of his hands while trying to tter Greta, ¡°President Greta, listen to me¡­¡± ¡°You don¡¯t need to exin, you perverted scum!¡± Greta interrupted his words while dragging Harriet back into her office. She mmed the door hard after that! A loud banging sound echoed across the corridor, leaving Maxwell rooted to the spot, unable toe back to his senses¡­ Damn it, it was Harriet who had made the first move to seduce him. He didn¡¯t even do anything yet, but he was being treated as the scapegoat here¡­ A dull petrified look lingered on Maxwell¡¯s face. This was too unfair to him. Why did he have to take the me again? On the other hand, it seemed like there were no consequences for Harriet. Greta was still being overprotective of her! ¡­ In the glow of twilight, the sky turned a darker shade of grey as night was imminent. Ocean City was as busy as ever, and it was as if a nket of lights was pulled over the whole city, illuminating the night sky. Various types of vehicles were speeding away on the roads. In the vi, Maxwell was sitting on the sofa. After some time, Greta came down from the second floor wearing a silver one-piece dress. She strutted towards Maxwell. Maxwell¡¯s gaze swept over her dress and thought that it looked good on her. The silver dress was reflecting the lighting in the living room. The goddess CEO was wearing a pair of blue-coloured high heels. It entuated her charm. ¡°Stay home. Wait for my return.¡± Greta said with a sultry voice. ¡°President Greta, when you are at the banquetter, you¡¯ll definitely need to drink. What if you be drunk? You would not be able to hail a vehicle to send yourself home.¡± Maxwell suddenly raised his question. Greta hesitated and stared at Maxwell. Well, he had a point. ¡°President Greta, why not I send you there? Let me be your driver today.¡± Maxwell proposed. Greta immediately put on a cold face. ¡°There¡¯s no need for that. Le will drive me there.¡± ¡°Le has been out since afternoon today. She told me she was going to purchase some self-defence weapons for the bodyguards. She is not back yet.¡± Maxwell countered. ¡°You¡­ Alright.¡± Greta squinted at Maxwell for a moment before nodding. She replied coldly, ¡°Alright, let¡¯s go.¡± ¡°Oh, this is great. President Greta, beware of the stairs.¡± Maxwell immediately burst into a smile as he shoved forward. ¡°Get away from me.¡± Greta responded with a furious re instead. ¡­ It was nightfall, and a ck BMW was rolling to a stop in front of a luxurious five-star hotel winged by a fleet of equally luxurious vehicles. A young man stepped out of the car, and he walked towards the entrance of the hotel. The two bodyguards manning the entrance greeted him, ¡°Young Master Wayne.¡± Young Master Wayne was the son of a CEO leading a public listedpany in Ocean City. He was a well-known second-generation rich who spent his days drinking away and toying with women. He was frequently seen at multiple hotels. These two bodyguards couldn¡¯t help but be respectful towards him. To their surprise, Young Master Wayne was devoid of his usual arrogance and narcissism. He was the total opposite to his usual self because he headed to the rear part of the BMW and pulled the car door open. ¡°Young Master Sandoval, please.¡± Young Master Wayne bowed towards the figure in the car as he greeted politely. His actions aroused a shattering astonishment within the two bodyguards as their expressions drastically changed! To top it off, a lot of young masters emerged from the remaining cars behind. They were all famous second-generation rich in the entire Ocean City, and each of their reputation couldpete for superiority amongst themselves! The two bodyguards gawked at these second-generation riches, and their hearts were trembling in fear. Why did these groups of young masterse here together? Normally, there were only three or at most four people of that calibre who would gather, but it seemed like almost half of the second-generation riches were gathered here. The two bodyguards only learnt that there would be a banquet today. They never knew that the scale would be this staggering. Besides, those young masters were flocking towards the ck BMW for some reason. What were they nning to do? This group of young masters all stood by the BMW as they dered politely, ¡°Young Master Sandoval, wee to Ocean City!¡± They all said this in unison. The bodyguards felt their hearts thumping hard. What kind of big shot was this? He could even unite all these unruly young masters to wee him in person. Chapter 43: Was this Guy Really a Driver? 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 N?velDrama.Org (C) content. 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. Chapter 44: Are You Done Hitting Me? Chapter 44: Are You Done Hitting Me? Young Master Sandoval was the centre of attention at the banquet tonight. Greta got a glimpse of Young Master Sandoval, and she was suddenly feeling nervous. While facing him, Greta was surprisinglycking confidence. She was besieged by anxiety. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Everything will be fine.¡± Maxwell slowly opened his mouth. He was able to sense Greta¡¯s nervousness. Greta cocked her head sideways and gave him a stare. This was in the dark about her rtionship with Young Master Sandoval, so naturally he wouldn¡¯t know how precarious of a position she was in by attending this banquet. He could spout these words because he was unaware of the lurking dangers nearby her. Greta suddenly felt regretful. The members of the media were all present here as important guests since almost most of the prominent figures in Ocean City were attending this banquet. If something were to happen¡­ Greta red at Maxwell and said with a threatening tone, ¡°If you kick up some trouble again today, be prepared to be punished.¡± Maxwell froze for one moment before smiling awkwardly. Damn it¡­ was Greta anticipating that something would happenter? She was bracing herself for it. ¡°President Greta, long time no see.¡± Suddenly, there was a figure approaching them. Maxwell and Greta both turned around and saw a plump middle-aged man walking over with a passionate smile on his face. Greta knitted her eyebrows as she couldn¡¯t recognize this middle-aged man. She had no memories of ever meeting him at all. ¡°You are¡­¡± Greta asked with hesitation. ¡°I¡¯m the president of Infinity Investment Group. President Greta, we exchanged a few words in a charity dinner six months ago. I can¡¯t believe you¡¯re here today.¡± There was a fire in that middle-aged man¡¯s eyes as he stared greedily at Greta. Greta was wearing a figure-hugging dress which brought out her voluptuous figure and punctuated her sexiness. She was indeed one of a kind. Greta nodded as she recalled her encounter with him, ¡°President Thomas, it¡¯s been a while.¡± The two of them bantered briefly and suddenly, President Thomas¡¯ gaze fell upon someone¡¯s back not far away. His gaze had stopped at Maxwell¡¯s back. He pointed at him while asking, ¡°President Greta, this person is¡­¡± Greta followed his finger and saw that Maxwell was standing next to a catering table while holding a te of dessert. He was wolfing down the food, looking crude and unruly. Greta¡¯s intricate features were overshadowed by a grimace. This banquet hall was decorated luxuriously, and the people who attended were all big shots who knew how to carry themselves well. This ce resembled a high-ss society. In contrast, Maxwell was oblivious of this as he didn¡¯t care about his image at all. He was bringing shame to her name! Maxwell was still devouring the food without any signs of stopping soon. Thinking that it would be a waste to not eat those delicacy, he continued to dig into them. Suddenly, Maxwell shivered all over as he felt a chill running down his spine. Maxwell turned around while wiping off his oily hands on his pants. He saw that Greta and President Thomas were looking at him. Greta answered coldly, ¡°He¡¯s my driver.¡± Maxwell disyed an embarrassed smile while President Thomas was looking down on him This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. disdainfully, ¡°President Greta, I think you should give some training to your driver¡­¡± ¡°Understood, I will definitely train him soon.¡± Greta replied while casting an unfriendly nce at Maxwell. President Thomas and Greta continued their conversation for a little more while before Greta ended their conversation. Immediately, there were many distinguished guests who came one after another to hit on her, which included the presidents of listedpanies, government officials of Ocean City as well as the descendants of noble and rich families. These people were engulfed in a passionate fire as they were entranced by Greta¡¯s charisma. Of course, Greta was having no problems bantering with these people. She never went deep into their exchanges, but still maintained a good rapport with then. She was very elegant. Compared to Greta, Maxwell was disgrace of a presence there. Most of the big shots were giving him the cold shoulders as they looked at him with disdain. They couldn¡¯t figure out how this shabby-looking and uneducated man was able to slip into the hall. Greta maintained a distance with Maxwell in the hall, pretending not to know him at all. She was trying here best to avoid making the headlines tomorrow for all the wrong reasons. Maxwell was not concerned at all as he continued to savour the delicacies on the catering table. From time to time, he would steal nces at Greta and the people surrounding her, and an undecipherable look would enter his eyes. Greta¡¯s appearance had grabbed all the attention of the big shots in the banquet hall. These people were studying Greta greedily and the other richdies on the scene paled considerably inparison. They were mostly ring at Greta with envy. Greta¡¯s smile was enchanting. All the people who saw her smile acknowledged her position as the number one beauty in the business circle of Ocean City. ¡°Hey, isn¡¯t this the famous President Greta?¡± At that moment, a strange voice which sounded out of ce made its way to Greta¡¯s ears. Greta tilted sideways to see who was trying to strike up a conversation with her. She looked squarely at the person walking towards her, and she uttered simply, ¡°President Gerald.¡± The initiator of this conversation was none other than President Gerald who was recently fired by her. ¡°President Greta, I never imagine that you would join today¡¯s banquet.¡± President Gerald stole a nce at Maxwell who was nearby and he suddenly broke into a maniacalughter. He sounded devilish when he added, ¡°He is here too?¡± President Gerald was making quite a scene, and his actions attracted countless people¡¯s attention nearby. They were looking at Greta with confusion. Based on what President Gerald had said, was there any connection between that man and Greta? Greta¡¯s face suddenly became frosty when she saw it was President Gerald, ¡°Why are you here?¡± ¡°I am here to participate in the banquet, of course. How can I miss this massive event?¡± President Gerald continued to answer with a strangeugh in between his words. Greta continued to give a cold stare to President Gerald. She had not forgotten about the fact that he had kicked a pregnant woman just this morning. She was just maintaining her cool due to the crowd there, ¡°Have fun.¡± ¡°Not so fast, President Greta. Won¡¯t you tell me the reason that you¡¯re here?¡± President Gerald let out a cold guffaw as he grabbed Greta¡¯s thin wrist just as she was about to turn around and leave. Greta frowned as she retrieved her hand from his grasp while warning him coldly, ¡°Please have some respect for me.¡± ¡°Hey, there¡¯s a lot of people here, don¡¯t be so touchy.¡± Suddenly, a voice interrupted their conversation and Maxwell came walking over slowly with his hands in his pockets. President Gerald turned around and saw that it was Maxwell. He couldn¡¯t help butugh disdainfully, ¡°What does this have to do with you?¡± ¡°President Greta¡¯s concerns are my concerns too. It has everything to do with me.¡± Maxwell replied with his eyebrows arched at an angle. ¡°I am no longer an employee of the Sandoval Group. What can you do to me now?¡± President Gerald¡¯s tone was arrogant. ¡°You¡¯re right, I can¡¯t do anything to you at the moment, but who do you think you are? You¡¯re a scum who hit woman¡­¡± Maxwell muttered with sarcasm. ¡°You¡¯re courting death!¡± President Gerald exploded with anger. Maxwell¡¯s words hit him right in his weakest spot, so he couldn¡¯t hold still any longer as he raised his hands and pped Maxwell in his face! There was a loud pping sound which echoed across the hall. The guests froze as they couldn¡¯t believe that someone was starting a fight in a banquet! How angry was President Gerald right now? He dared tosh out and hit one of the presidents¡¯ driver! The onlookers were throwing nces of pity in Maxwell¡¯s direction. They were having a hard time processing what was happening¡­ the guests who attended today were all big shots. By pping Maxwell, President Gerald was practically giving Greta a hard p as well! Greta¡¯s face was frozen as she couldn¡¯t react in time. She couldn¡¯t believe that President Gerald had pped Maxwell publicly! Greta¡¯s expression gradually darkened. No matter what Maxwell had done, it was still her responsibility. President Gerald had embarrassed her indirectly by doing this. ¡°Do you think that you¡¯re in the Sandoval Tower right? This is a banquet held to wee Young Master Sandoval. Who do you think you are to speak to me in such a way?¡± President Gerald spoke with menace, and his tone was extremely arrogant! He was obviously saying this for Greta¡¯s sake! Maxwell caressed his cheek which was now imprinted with a red handprint. Suddenly, a wretched smile appeared at the corner of his lips as he began tough, ¡°Are you done hitting me?¡± Chapter 45: A Show of Love! Chapter 45: A Show of Love! In an instant, Maxwell retaliated with lightning fast reflexes as he returned a p onto President Gerald¡¯s face! A crisp and clear sound which was much louder than the previous p echoed across the banquet hall! President Gerald was clutching his face while staggering backwards with shame. He looked at Maxwell in disbelief. Blood started to trickle down the corner of his lips¡­ Meanwhile, Greta who was a bystander waspletely dumbfounded. She stared at Maxwell while gnashing her teeth¡­ She was sure she had warned this guy not to make a ruckus, yet he started one anyway! In an instant, silence enveloped the hall! Everybody was looking at Maxwell in shock. They couldn¡¯t return to their sense at all as this sudden turn of events had caught them off guard. This was a revolt! Maxwell had pped someone while attending Young Master Sandoval¡¯s banquet. N?velDrama.Org owns this text. Was he really nning to cause a scene? He really dared to cause a scene in a banquet held to wee Young Master Sandoval! President Gerald steadied himself while producing a handkerchief from his pockets to wipe off traces of blood near his lips. He was so angry that he was actuallyughing now. It was a maniacalugher imbued with cruelty! ¡°Well, well¡­ I can¡¯t believe you dare to hit me.¡± President Gerald was ring at Maxwell with a venomous gaze. ¡°What about it? You have pped me just now, so I was just returning a favour. I am doing this out of courtesy.¡± Maxwell simply replied. ¡°You¡­ you better prepare yourself since you even dare to hit me. Do you know who are we doing this banquet for?¡± President Gerald asked coldly. ¡°Of course I know, it¡¯s for Young Master Sandoval.¡± Maxwell sounded carefree. The other guests felt a shiver of fear permeating through their bodies when they heard that. They were shocked by Maxwell¡¯s words! It turned out that Maxwell still went on to cause a ruckus knowing that this was a banquet with Young Master Sandoval as the centre of focus. Was he trying to provoke the mighty Young Master Sandoval? ¡°This is a wee banquet for Young Master Sandoval¡­ Who even thinks of starting a fight here? Even for the most notorious young masters in Ocean City, they are all acting obediently today¡­¡± ¡°Is he courting death? He is publicly dering war on Young Master Sandoval. This is madness! Who does he think he is to provoke Young Master Sandoval? Who does he think he is?¡± ¡°Nowadays, a nobody like him can be so arrogant without a care in the world. If Young Master Sandoval hears of this, he¡¯ll never hear the end of it!¡± President Gerald burst intoughter, ¡°You are really daring! You are doing something outrageous in Young Master Sandoval¡¯s banquet, in this ce called Ocean City. Do you want Young Master Sandoval to deal with you himself?¡± Maxwell twitched his lips as he retorted, ¡°I am hitting you alone. What does it have to do with Young Master Sandoval? What¡¯s so great about this banquet? This hotel does not belong to him anyway!¡± Once again, a depressing silence engulfed the hall. Countless guests were appalled after listening to his outrageous words! He was insane! He sounded like he wasn¡¯t concerned about Young Master Sandoval at all! When Young Master Sandoval arrived in Ocean City, even the representative of the city hall would give way to him. On the other hand, this crazy young man was publicly disying his disrespect towards Young Master Sandoval. He was really too much! There were quite a number of guests looking at Maxwell with aplicated expression as if they had mixed feelings about what was happening. Some of them were even feeling sorry for him. In their eyes, there was no way this man would escape this ce unscathed. He probably would not be able to leave this ce alive! His attitude was too arrogant. Perhaps somebody would deal with him hastily and Young Master Sandoval would probably never learn of this fiasco forever. Maxwell¡¯s words were too shocking, and the big shots of Ocean City were studying him with interest. They wanted to see with their own eyes what fate would befall Maxwell who had offended Young Master Sandoval¡­ At the same time, Greta was breathing hard with a deathly pale face. She was on the brink of going crazy. This guy had really started something irreversible. She was probably powerless to resolve this big of an issue as well! He was done for! Even for Greta, she wouldn¡¯t count on herself when she gauged her standing out of the blue! ¡°Do you know what kind of rtionship I have with Young Master Sandoval?¡± President Gerald was smiling with his face distorted. His tone was full of arrogance! ¡°Your rtionship with him?¡± Maxwell shed a meaningful smile before suddenly grabbing President Gerald¡¯s shirt andnded another p across his face! Maxwell had increased his strength this time. President Gerald was almost sent flying as he spat out a mouthful of blood! ¡°I don¡¯t care what kind of twisted rtionship you have with him! You have beaten a woman, so you have no right to say anything¡­¡± Maxwell stuck his hands into his pockets as he replied nomittally. President Gerald was on the floor as he struggled to stand up again. At the same time, he realized that he was unable to do that! Maxwell had exerted too much force into his p. He had several broken bones because of that! The atmosphere in the hall seemed to petrify. Although these big shots were experienced in the ways of the society, they couldn¡¯t control their expressions from bing aghast! From their conversation, they could deduce that President Gerald was connected to Young Master Sandoval in some way, but Maxwell didn¡¯t even so much as acknowledge that fact at all! Nobody was able to move a muscle as they stared intently at Maxwell with ragged breathing! ¡°Stop!¡± At that moment, a voice sounded out of nowhere. Themotion instantly died down. A handsome young man dressed in impable suit was walking towards Maxwell from the entrance of the hotel. The other guests voluntarily gave way to him as the young man was illuminated by a massive diamond chandelier which was dangling from the ceiling. The young man had a calm andposed expression his face as he narrowed his eyes. His steps were steady and his aura indicated he was someone well beyond his years. The guests present immediately became respectful because he was none other than the focus of this banquet! He was Young Master Sandoval from Beijing! Young Master Sandoval was heading towards Greta at the moment. President Gerald was seething with rage as he red at Maxwell with a hideous expression on his face. ¡°Young Master Sandoval, you¡¯re finally here.¡± President Gerald greeted politely. He wanted to scramble up from the floor but due to his broken bones, he was unable to do that. ¡°Alright, you can leave now to treat your injuries.¡± Young Master Sandoval looked at President Gerald briefly before motioning two bodyguards dressed in ck to help him to his feet. The onlookers were mildly surprised when they affirmed that President Gerald was indeed acquainted with Young Master Sandoval. What was the nature of their rtionship? The onlookers were making their own guesses, but none of them coulde to any conclusion. Young Master Sandoval silently stood in front of Greta with his eyes locked onto hers. His gaze was serene without any turbulence deep within it. Greta lookedposed on the surface as she met his eyes. However, her heart was beating furiously. She was more than nervous! Finally, the young master hailing from the Sandoval family of the capital city was right in front of her. Greta couldn¡¯t guess his purpose ofing here, but she predicted that he was probably up to no good. Young Master Sandoval was definitely not someone she could take lightly. Since he was sent by the Sandoval family of the capital city, they must very confident in his abilities. The whole banquet hall was immersed in a profound silence as the guests all looked at Young Master Sandoval, their faces solemn. Suddenly, Young Master Sandoval bowed slightly as he started, ¡°Miss Greta, I have invited you to my banquet, but such an unfortunate turn of events had happened. I¡¯m sorry about that.¡± Greta was stunned momentarily before shaking her head, ¡°It¡¯s nothing.¡± The onlookers were stunned too as they couldn¡¯t figure out the reason Young Master Sandoval was apologizing to Greta first thing he came here¡­ With his status, he didn¡¯t need to do that at all. What was he aiming for by doing that? The whole sequence was too baffling. Young Master Sandoval extended his hands to shake Greta¡¯s hands lightly before withdrawing it politely. ¡°Miss Greta, it is my honour to invite you to my banquet tonight.¡± Young Master Sandoval put on a faint smile as he took two sses of wine from a waiter and handed one to Greta. Although Greta was extremely nervous, she still tried to maintain a harmless smile. She didn¡¯t want to give him any opening, ¡°Young Master Sandoval, I never imagine myself being able to join a banquet of this magnitude, considering the fact that I¡¯m a nobody and you¡¯re a prominent figure. This is my honour.¡± ¡°When I was in Beijing, I had heard a lot of nice things about you. I decided that I should meet you in person instead of just hearing about you. In my humble opinion, not only you are the number one beauty in the business circle of Ocean City, you are also the number one beauty in China.¡± Young Master Sandoval replied with a smile. ¡°Young Master Sandoval, with my looks, I am afraid I can only be famous in this small Ocean City. China is very big and there are a lot of prettier women out there. I can neverpare to them.¡± Young Master Sandoval suddenly put on a serious expression, and his tone was infused with some expectation and longing, ¡°Miss Greta, in fact, I am here all the way from Beijing for your sake.¡± ¡°Me?¡± Greta froze for one moment as she felt ridiculous. Was he going to state his intention finally? This was probably not his idea, but the idea of the entire Sandoval family. Greta waited with a pounding heart. Young Master Sandoval nodded and continued with a serious expression, ¡°I¡¯m here for an arranged marriage with you.¡± ¡°Marriage?¡± Greta was stunned again, but she quickly broke into a smile in an attempt to change the subject, ¡°Young Master Sandoval, you must be kidding with me. I have been a married woman for a long time. I am no longer the single and free girl from back then.¡± Young Master Sandoval shed a meaningful smile as he answered somewhat disdainfully, ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter. From what I heard, your husband is someone who is incapable of helping you in any way. As for me, it¡¯s a different story.¡± Young Master Sandoval was saying this with concrete and unshakable confidence. He was well- prepared this time. To him, Greta¡¯s husband was just a good-for-nothing. At the same time, he knew that Greta never harboured real feelings for her husband. He was definitely superiorpared to that good-for-nothing. How could Greta resist him? Young Master Sandoval¡¯s voice was pretty clear, so the other guests were able to hear him clearly with the silent atmosphere around them. They were very surprised by him! ¡°Miss Greta, I have long been your admirer since I was in Beijing. I want to give my all to you.¡± Young Master Sandoval shed an innocent smile, which had a huge impact on the other guests in the hall. ¡°Greta, I love you.¡± Young Master Sandoval suddenly changed the way he addressed Greta. He was now calling her so intimately, which was mind-boggling! This was a show of love! The banquet hall was suddenly in an uproar! These distinguished guests were staring intently at Young Master Sandoval and Greta with burning eyes. One of them was the goddess president of the Sandoval Group. In terms of looks or business skills, she was renowned in all of Ocean City. The other one was someone even more prominent. He hailed from the Sandoval family in Beijing. He was the young master of the Sandoval family who was bound to be the head of family one day! These big shots continued to stare at Young Master Sandoval and Greta with a difficult look on their faces. Nobody could anticipate that this banquet would turn into an asion for the young master to show his love! Greta¡¯s perfect features were frozen at that moment. She looked at Maxwell for a long time, unable to What was his true goal? It turned out that he was not her enemy¡­ Instead, he imed that he loved her. How could this be possible? Greta had braced herself to ept the prospect of worsening the rtionship between Young Master Sandoval and her, so naturally she wouldn¡¯t be able to foresee such an abrupt turn of events. Her ns werepletely in tatters. Everybody was waiting with bated breath as they felt their hearts pounding wildly. They were waiting for Greta to give an answer. All the women and richdies present wished that they were the ones being confessed to by Young Master Sandoval. However, this was probably even more unrealistic than a dream. If this really happened, they would probably smile in their sleep. ¡°Greta, I can give you everything anybody else can give you. I can also give you something nobody would be able to give you.¡± Young Master Sandoval added with a brilliant smile. Coupled with his tender tone and handsome face, he could intoxicate every woman on earth to the point of no return. ¡°I will never let you feel wronged anymore, and I will never let you be the subject of criticisms. I am different from a good-for-nothing. I can protect you from all dangers and make sure you are never hurt.¡± Young Master Sandoval continued and his words sent a shock to the onlookers. His words were obviously aimed at Greta¡¯s rumoured useless husband! In Ocean City, there was a rumour that Greta was married to azy and cowardly husband. Not only he didn¡¯t work to earn money, he was also the first one to shy away from any danger. He was not a man in the real sense of the word. Compared to him, Young Master Sandoval was worlds apart in terms of everything. The crowd was silently despising this useless son-inw of the Sandoval family. When her woman was almost in danger of getting snatched away, he was nowhere to be seen. ¡°Greta, so it turns out that you are here. I have a hard time looking for you.¡± Suddenly, another voice sounded from another direction. Chapter 46: Blood Diamond! Chapter 46: Blood Diamond! Greta turned her head. Many guests also heard the sound and then saw Maxwell approaching. Maxwell intimately held Greta''s arm, which made Greta stunned for a few seconds. All the guests were stunned as well. They all feltplicated toward Maxwell. Maxwell was absolutely This is from N?velDrama.Org. brave that he could do such an intimate thing to Greta in front of Young Master Sandoval. How hotheaded he was! How did he dare to ignore Young Master Sandoval! When some political officials and business leaders in Ocean City saw this scene, they all curled their lips into a cheeky smile waiting for something interesting happening. It seemed that there would be a good ¡®show¡¯. The way Maxwell held Greta''s arm was so natural and intimate that it made others feel that they did such a thing thousands of times already. Suddenly the atmosphere in the banquet hall changed, adding a hint of tension. Greta turned her head and stared at this annoying ¡®man¡¯ with her beautiful eyes. Young Master Sandoval showed affection to her seconds ago, and then he showed up like this right away! What exactly did he want to do? Didn¡¯t he see that she already had so many troubles? Did he n to add more? Young Master Sandoval held the goblet in his hand. Watching this intimate and ambiguous scene, his feelings gradually becameplicated... Young Master Sandoval was thinking: The way Maxwell showed up was absolutely humiliating him. I clearly wanted to marry Greta. Did this guy appear to dere his rtionship with Greta? Sandoval gazed at Maxwell. At the same time, in his heart, he was disdainful at Maxwell. He was thinking: This disgusting bastard was not worthy to be up against me! "Yeah, you are... Young Master Sandoval? You are so famous and sessful that I heard so much about you. Finally today I got the honor to see you in person. You look so well." Maxwellughed and picked up the wine ss, then tried to touch Sandoval''s. Sandoval stared at Maxwell. No one knew what he was thinking about. Maxwell''s wine ss was raised in midair, but Sandoval didn¡¯t reach out his to collide with Maxwell''s. It was getting so awkward. Maxwell narrowed his eyes, thinking: it was interesting¡­ "I don''t drink with people who are not well educated," Sandoval spoke lightly. Then he suddenly loosened his grip on the wine ss. It fell on the floor and sshed into pieces. Greta frowned. The whole banquet hall was quiet. Sandoval¡¯s behavior meant he didn¡¯t want to show any respect to him. Many people got stunned. Smart people could tell already that Maxwell will screw up today. Maxwell drank the wine bottom-up, and then he put his hands in his trouser pockets, looking at Sandoval with no impression. "Miss Greta, this is my first time toe to Ocean City. Please forgive me if I have offended you. Please ept this little gift as my apology." Sandoval pped his hands, and then there was a waiter walking slowly from the crowd, holding a silver te with a delicate and luxurious sandalwood box. Many guests were in an uproar. The sandalwood box alone was very expensive. It was hard to imagine what kind of gift it was to use such an expensive box?! Greta gently shook her head, and politely refused, "Young Master Sandoval, it is my honor toe to your dinner party. But I really can¡¯t ept this generous gift." Sandoval smiled slightly, "Greta, no one can suit more of this gift than you in the whole world." After saying so, Sandoval opened the sandalwood box. There was a crystal clear, extremely dazzling blood diamond embedded in the sponge, which made the whole banquet get into chaos. Seeing such a dazzling priceless diamond, many of them could feel they were even out of breath and their heartbeats got faster. Blood diamond! That was a big uncut blood diamond! Greta got so shocked that she couldn¡¯t even hold her impression properly. It was not an ordinary diamond. It was a blood diamond. It was so priceless that it couldn¡¯t be valued by money! In an instant, countless people stared at the blood diamond. The banquet hall was quiet. Everyone looked at Sandoval with great admiration and consternation! They couldn¡¯t believe that Young Master Sandoval would give Greta such an expensive gift. That was what Young Master Sandoval would do. If he did something, it must be out of everyone¡¯s expectation. The way everyone looked at Young Master Sandoval was different now. At this moment, they realized what Young Master Sandoval said before was not a joke. He actually took it seriously. Among the crowd, a chairman of a jewelrypany stared at the blood diamond, trembling all over, and breathing fast. "Three years ago, I went to an auction in South Africa. It was this certain blood diamond on the auction. In the end, it was taken away by a mysterious buyer at a price of tens of billions of dors. After then, no one heard anything about this blood diamond anymore. Unexpectedly, it was Young Master Sandoval who bought the diamond..." "Among all the diamonds, the colored diamonds are the most precious. On average, for every 100,000 diamonds, there is only a colored diamond. And the blood diamonds are the kings of colored diamonds. They only exist in legends. Surprisingly, Young Master Sandoval¡¯s gift is a blood diamond. He is giving a gift as worthy as an ind!" Everyone started talking more and more. Countless people couldn¡¯t help staring at the blood diamond, feeling jealous. How generous Young Master Sandoval was! Greta looked at this crystal clear blood diamond that reflected the endless brilliance. She was She was not sure what he wanted. Sandoval came from Beijing which is thousands of miles away. His purpose was definitely not as simple as marrying her for profit. Since the beginning of the dinner, it was full of weirdness, which made Greta feel unsecured. Even in front of this big temptation, Greta was still restrained. She pursed her red lips, and said with her beautiful voice, "Young Master Sandoval, I really can''t ept this kind of gift. It is so generous of you. But I can''t ept it.¡± Everyone was shocked, even Young Master Sandoval''s expression changed slightly. He looked at Greta feelingplicated... He did not expect that Greta would refuse. This blood diamond was enough to make the entire Ocean City into turmoil. And Greta just gave it up. "Hey, this diamond is big enough, but it''s a pity that the color doesn''t look good." Maxwell looked at the blood diamond and said with surprise. The banquet hall was silent at this moment. Everyone heard what Maxwell said. When they looked at Maxwell, their eyes were full of disdain. "If you don''t understand, don''t talk nonsense. The color of the blood diamond is the purest of all diamonds. Where did this hillbillye from?" "Look what you are wearing. Most probably you didn''t even have seen gold, how dare you to judge the blood diamond? Blood diamonds are the most precious diamonds in the world. Who gives you the right toment on it? Shit!" "You can''t afford the value of the blood diamond even if you work for tens of thousands of years. Don¡¯t you feel ashamed standing right here?" Many leaders of sessful businessmen looked so angry. Maxwell was tarnishing the treasure of the jewelry industry. Young Master Sandoval smiled lightly, making others feel calm and enjoyable, "Indeed, I also think this blood diamond is quite normal, but I don¡¯t have anything more valuable on me. Does Mr. Maxwell know about diamonds?" Maxwell smiled lightly, "I don''t know much, only a little bit." As soon as Maxwell said this, Greta¡¯s expression was changed. She held Maxwell''s arm and suddenly pinched the flesh on his palm. Greta had already given him a heads-up before they came here to warn him to keep silent. And now obviously he wanted to talk more and more! Greta bit her teeth tightly. She regretted so much. If no one was watching them, she would grab Maxwell''s ear and drag him outside to give him a lesson already! Greta pinched him with great force and stared at him to give him a warning. However, when Greta left his hand, her hand already sweat, but his expression still remained the same. Young Master Sandoval looked at Maxwell and smiled calmly, "Mr. Maxwell, you are the first person who can stay calm seeing this blood diamond I have ever seen." Just now, Young Master Sandoval had been observing Maxwell. When Maxwell saw this blood diamond, he was so calm, which was even hard to do for Sandoval himself. "Mr. Maxwell, did you ever buy diamonds for Miss Greta?" Young Master Sandoval looked at Maxwell meaningfully and asked slowly. "She wanted to buy it for me, but I didn''t take it." Maxwell narrowed his eyes slightly and said it with a light smile. There was amotion around, and all the peopleughed with disdain. Maxwell looked either young or handsome. How shameless he was to say so! He was definitely just working for Miss Greta. Many sessful people couldn''t hold theirughter when they heard what Maxwell said. They thought that Maxwell had an affair with Greta. Now it was obvious that he had no chance topete with Young Master Sandoval. This man who could only brag had be a joke at this dinner party. Chapter 47: Did I Let You Go? Chapter 47: Did I Let You Go? Numerous people stared at Maxwell with a mocking impression, but Maxwell''s expression remained unchanged. Greta''s delicate and pretty face showed her anger, which was too much that her face looked blushed. She stared at Maxwell with her beautiful eyes, biting her lips... She felt that the biggest mistake she made today was bringing Maxwell to the dinner! Young Master Sandoval stared at Maxwell meaningfully, and slowly said, "Mr. Maxwell, you have never bought a diamond for Miss Greta, yet you stay so calm... Don''t you know what a diamond is?" Maxwell''s eyes were slightly narrowed with anger... This so-called Young Master was mocking him for being ignorant by saying that he didn''t even know what a diamond was! Many people sneered. In their opinion, it was normal that Maxwell didn''t know what a diamond was. Diamonds were something that belonged to rich people, not for some low-level ss people who could only brag and show off. "It is not the best diamond, why can''t I keep calm?" Maxwell smiled lightly and responded immediately. As soon as he said that, Young Master Sandoval¡¯s expression got so cold and serious that even the vibe around got cold. Many people didn¡¯t even dare to look at Young Master Sandoval. Young Master Sandoval stared at Maxwell meaningfully. After a long time, he suddenly grinned. His smile was yful and meaningful, "Mr. Maxwell, if this is not the best diamond, what is the best diamond?" Maxwell lowered his head and nced at the crystal clear blood diamond, and slowly said, "Blood diamond? Shit, this is not a blood diamond!" Huh! After Maxwell said that, the whole banquet got silent. Everyone turned around staring at Maxwell, and their expressions became more and more contemptuous. "Who the hell are you to say that!" "This is the blood diamond that Young Master Sandoval bought from South Africa. It was famous all over the world three years ago. Do you mean that Young Master Sandoval fooled President Greta with a fake one?" "He is obviously making trouble. Mr. Sandoval should call the security guard to st him out." Someone spoke with irony. Greta immediately felt it wrong, she said to Maxwell, "The gift given by Young Master Sandoval cannot be fake for sure. Don''t talk nonsense." Young Master Sandovalughed loudly, "Interesting...Interesting... I spent tens of billions of dors just to get a smile our beautiful Greta. Unexpectedly, there are still people who are being ignorant today by saying it is fake. Mr. Maxwell...I have to admire your imagination." Maxwell looked up. He said calmly as if he was talking about a normal fact, "The blood diamond at the auction in South Africa three years ago was genuine, but yours is fake." "Mr. Maxwell, this blood diamond has been appraised by the institution." Young Master Sandoval reminded, looking at Maxwell contemptuously. "After the rough diamonds are excavated, they may encounter colored diamonds. And the rare colored diamond may find together with another diamond that is not as pure as the original diamond. We call those two diamonds as mother-child diamonds." Maxwell slowly opened his mouth. Greta looked at Maxwell thinking: This guy talked about nonsense again. I almost believed him. "Howe I have never heard of mother-child diamonds? I have been working in jewelry industry for decades. I have never heard of the saying that there are mother-child diamonds." The boss of the jewelrypany sneered. His tone was ironic. He wanted to show that Maxwell was lying. "The idea of mother-child diamonds originated in South Africa. And several top jewelry masters overseas have mentioned mother-child diamonds in private before. As for why you don¡¯t know... firstly, the chance of mother-child diamonds appearing is very small. Secondly, all the jewelry on you today add together is at most a million, which is not even enough for the value of a sub-diamond in a mother- child diamond. Do you deserve to know?" Maxwell nced at the boss, which caused the boss tremble with a paled face. Maxwell''s nce was too harsh as if he could see through the boss¡¯s mind, causing the boss an illusion that he couldn¡¯t hide any secret in front of Maxwell. "Interesting... continue." Young Master Sandoval smiled, looking at Maxwell with great interest. "Long time ago, those jewelry masters had guessed that only a top-level diamond like blood diamonds would have a very small possibility of generating mother-child diamonds... and the biggest feature of mother-child diamonds is that both diamonds are extremely simr. The only difference is the sub- diamond is smaller and is not as pure as the other one." Maxwell continued, "This one looks like a sub- diamond. The diamond at the auction in South Africa was muchrger than this one." "Mr. Sandoval, you didn''t go to the auction back then, did you? Your pricy diamond was probably changed by someone." Maxwell looked at Young Master Sandoval and asked. Young Master Sandoval did not answer immediately but looked at Maxwell as if he wanted to remember vividly Maxwell¡¯s appearance. Then he began to apud, "Wonderful, your story is magnificent. I almost believed it. ." Maxwell curled his lips and looked more serious, "I''m not joking." "Mr. Maxwell, if I didn''t go to the jewelry appraisal institution to appraise, I am afraid I would really believe what you said. However, the jewelry appraisal institution already gave me the certificate to prove this is the authentic blood diamond." Young Master Sandoval smiled lightly, but giving Maxwell an ironic expression, "Mr. Maxwell, it''s a pity to be a driver with your eloquence." Maxwell curled his lips and added seriously, "Whatever." "Young Master Sandoval already has this blood diamond appraised. It must be authentic and real. He is just a driver who loves bragging and talking nonsense." "He turns out to be President Greta''s driver. Then what the hell is he doing here? Mother-child diamonds? I have seen countless diamonds, and I have never heard of such thing." "He is just a liar. Maybe even President Greta has been fooled around by him." The atmosphere suddenly became embarrassing. Maxwell didn''t try to exin anything. He didn''t know if Young Master Sandoval did the appraisal or not, but he did know that Young Master Sandoval wanted to embarrass him. At this moment, Greta, who hadn''t made a sound for a long time, began to say something to save This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. Maxwell out of the embarrassment. She smiled lightly, holding her ss, and said, "Mr. Sandoval, It¡¯s my first time here. Let¡¯s cheer." Greta¡¯s face was originally beautiful and charming. When she smiled slightly, it was hard for any man to refuse her. Sandoval smiled. His wine sses touched hers, and the awkward and tense atmosphere was quickly changed by Greta. "Greta, I prepared another gift for you. Please ept it." Young Master Sandoval suddenly looked serious. He said with a calm tone. Another one? Greta felt shocked. She pursed her lips and politely refused, ¡°Young Master Sandoval, I am sorry. I really can''t ept your gift." "No, for this gift, please ept it." Young Master Sandoval took out a ck card with a gold rim from his pocket. He bowed slightly and handed it to Greta with two hands. "This is..." Greta felt slightly moved in her heart. "There are five billion in it. President Greta, this is a small gift from me. Please ept it." Young Master Sandoval said, "If it is not enough, I will send more to this card." "Thank you Young Master Sandoval, but the Sandoval Group has been doing well recently. And this money is not needed." Greta exined slowly. "Greta, everything is ok now. But it doesn¡¯t mean you don¡¯t need itter. As I know, the Sandoval Group will be in big trouble soon. You will need the money very soon." Young Master Sandoval took a sip of Lafite and exined to Greta. Greta¡¯s heart lost one beat hearing this. She looked at Young Master Sandoval and started realizing what happened...Could this be the purpose of Young Master Sandovaling here from Beijing? "What do you mean?" Greta frowned and asked. "Recently, there are manypanies that are intended to do something to the Sandoval Group. The Sandoval Group will have a big crisis soon." Young Master Sandoval slowly said. "Only when the two of us are married, with the help of the Sandoval family and me, the Sandoval Group can survive from the crisis." Young Master Sandoval looked at Greta. He sounded certain and undeniable. "The Sandoval family?" When Greta heard those three words, her tone suddenly became colder, "I left from the family for many years. Is the family still trying to take me back?" "Greta, it''s all over. Marrying me is good for you, me, and for the family. It''s harmless." Young Master Sandoval''s eyes were clear and pure, which made Greta feel zero malice from him. "Furthermore, the Sandoval family has been in Beijing for decades. From the overall situation, we will never allow those overseaspanies to invade China¡¯s market!" he said with great fierceness like a king. "Overseaspanies?" Greta¡¯s expression changed, she finally got what he meant. "Yes, Greta, now not only thepanies in Ocean City are interested in yourpany, but the ones from overseas also are. Soon, the Sandoval Group will be in danger of being besieged," Young Master Sandoval sounded serious, "Marring me is the only way to save the Sandoval Group. Otherwise...when thepanies from Beijing start taking action, it would be toote for you." Greta''s body trembled slightly, and her expression suddenly becameplicated. She finally understood where this great crisis came from. What they wanted was the development rights of the port and airport from the Sandoval Group! She finally understood why Hal was willing to sacrifice so much interest just to cooperate with the Sandoval Group. It turned out that the development rights of the port and airport were what he was aiming for. In an instant, Greta understood everything, including the assassinationst time... The Sandoval Group had been in a crisis out of her expectation. If it was not for Young Master Sandoval, Greta and Derrick would have not noticed it yet that there were so many threatens out there for them. It could be said that the Sandoval Group was now facing a life-and-death crisis. Young Master Sandoval was right. There was only one way at the moment to solve all the problems. However, Greta made her decision with great wise. She would never agree to Young Master Sandoval. She knew clearly that Young Master Sandoval¡¯s purpose was no different from others. If she agreed, the Sandoval Group would have the same ending situation. Thinking of this, Greta smiled lightly. She took a sip of the red wine, and said, "Young Master Sandoval, thank you for your reminder. But the Sandoval Group already has a solution for this situation." Young Master Sandoval¡¯s expression changed. He did not expect that Greta would reject him! "Greta, you need to think about it. Don¡¯t refuse me now." Young Master Sandoval said slowly and coldly. "No need for thinking more about it. I already thought it through. The Sandoval Group¡¯s troubles will be solved by ourselves. And we don¡¯t need other¡¯s help." Greta¡¯s tone also became cold. After speaking lightly, she drank her wine bottom-up, then walked towards the door of the banquet hall. "Did I let you go?" Young Master Sandoval suddenly shouted out coldly. Suddenly, the whole banquet hall became silent! Greta, who was wearing a pair of stiletto heels, stopped when she saw two bodyguards who stood in the corner suddenly rushing towards her! At this moment, Maxwell, who had drunk a lot of wine on the side, suddenly stepped forward to Greta, so quick that people could only see a ck shadow. "Boom-" A steel whip swooped by, two bodyguards flew out one after another and spitted out blood! "Greta, are you okay?" Maxwell asked gently. "I''m fine, let''s go." Greta shook her head. "Go?" Young Master Sandoval looked at Greta coldly, so cold that all the people around him could feel the fierce and coldness. Suddenly the wine ss in his hand was instantly crushed by him! Hearing the sound of cracking wine sses, countless bodyguards rushed in, surrounding Maxwell and Greta! Chapter 48: I Dug It out Chapter 48: I Dug It out Young Master Sandoval stared at Greta with a cold expression on his face. He gently picked up a towel and wiped off the scarlet liquor from his hand. The banquet hall was quiet, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense! Greta nced over the bodyguards in ck suits who surrounded them, her delicate face instantly showed an extremely cold expression! "Young Master Sandoval, what do you mean by this?" Greta asked in a cold voice. Hearing her tone towards Young Master Sandoval, all the guests shocked and looked at Greta with surprise. Young Master Sandoval showed his admiration to her in front of so many people, and she refused mercilessly without hesitation. How embarrassed Young Master Sandoval must be! "Greta, I don''t want to hurt you. I''ll ask you again. Do you want to cooperate with me?" Young Master Sandoval spoke lightly, staring at Greta. He would never allow such a stunning girl to have the chance getting out of his control. "Mr. Sandoval, the Sandoval Group has its way to deal with the crisis... you don''t need to worry about it. I think I made it clear!" Greta said coldly and impatiently. "Greta, no one has ever dared to refuse me. You are the first one." As Young Master Sandoval said, his expression was cold and angry. He was an extremely conceited person, but now he couldn''t handle even a woman. This was equivalent to humiliation to him! Maxwell held Greta''s small soft hand, and slowly said, ¡°Young Master Sandoval wants to fight?" Young Master Sandoval nced at Maxwell coldly, as if he was a king, looking at a pauper. At this moment, he didn¡¯t hide his coldness and sickness towards Maxwell anymore. He showed Maxwell an extremely cold expression. "Who the hell do you think you are? Go away, you are not qualified to talk to me!" Young Master Sandoval said with great disdain! Maxwell''s eyes narrowed slightly. He looked at Young Master Sandoval. "Maxwell, do you still think that you can step out of this hotel alive?" Suddenly, a cold and aggressive voice sounded in everyone¡¯s ear. And a figure slowly walked in with a murderous aura. He looked at Maxwell as if he would kiss him in one second. N?velDrama.Org owns this text. Maxwell turned his head, and saw that President Gerald he met before appeared here! Gerald¡¯s face swollen and his cheeks were wrapped in thick gauze, which made him look like a mummy. President Gerald stopped not far away from Maxwell, looking at Maxwell with a ferocious sneer on his face. President Gerald brought another group of bodyguards with full ammunition. All the bodyguards raised their guns and aimed at the heads of Maxwell and Greta! The atmosphere was extremely tense as if there would be someone dying here in any second. The banquet hall was silent. No one dared to make any sound. Those guests held their wine sses tightly, sensing someone would die today right here! President Gerald looked at Maxwell ferociously. Maxwell and Greta humiliated him so badly before. He promised to himself that he would take revenge! Many guests were shocked and looked at President Gerald curiously. They were all puzzled. Who was this President Gerald that dared to bring bodyguards with guns to Young Master Sandoval¡¯s dinner party? Young Master Sandoval¡¯s expression was cold and indifferent as if he had everything under his control. Greta got shocked for a second and looked at President Gerald with aplicated expression, "When you came here from Beijing, you were nobody. It was me who offered you a decent job. Unexpectedly, you would be on his side..." President Geraldughed and looked at Greta with an evil expression, "Greta, you humiliated me in front of so many people... I must take revenge... Besides, Young Master Sandoval hase all the way from Beijing and I am from the Sandoval family. Why can''t I help Young Master Sandoval?" Maxwell squinted his eyes and looked at President Gerald, while Greta''s expression was extremely cold, "I shouldn''t just fire you, I should just beat you to death!" At this moment, when Greta talked, she gave others a feeling that she was absolutely a sessful businesswoman with a fierce aura. her tone was filled with anger! She didn''t expect that President Gerald would betray her. Then she realized that he was a member of the Sandoval family in Beijing. Of course, he would be naturally against her! "Greta, do you want to be an enemy of the Sandoval family? Do you know the consequences of being an enemy of me?!" Young Master Sandoval stepped out, his expression was extremely cold, and his movement gave everyone a terrifying murderous intent! Young Master Sandoval''s voice was not loud, but it was very cold. The echo in the banquet hall made every guest tremble. The bodyguards who surrounded Maxwell and Greta loaded bullets without hesitation. The atmosphere was suddenly extremely intense! "Mr. Sandoval, are you threatening me? I am the leader of the Sandoval Group. Mypany ranks first in Ocean City. Mr. Sandoval, do you know what you are doing?" Greta turned her head and said. She couldn''t take it anymore. Even though she was a woman, she was also Derrick''s daughter. Ocean City was her home, she would never ept any threat from Young Master Sandoval. Hearing so, Young Master Sandoval gave Greta a terrifying cold expression. He stared at Greta tightly. The atmosphere of the banquet hall was extremely solemn... A smile appeared on Gerald¡¯s face. He was thinking: Greta dared to contradict Young Master Sandoval so much. She was dead already! Young Master Sandoval¡¯s expression was fierce and cold, and even had a hint of ruthlessness. He was such a conceited person. Now he was treated by Greta in such a rude way, which was like a p on his face in front of other people. How could he bear it! Those guests looked at Greta with surprise. No one had expected that Greta would have such a tough and unyielding side! "Good, Good, Good!" Young Master Sandoval stared at Greta and spit out three words, then slowly said grimly, "Greta, remember my words: you will regret it." The banquet hall was silent. The guests looked at Greta with a look of astonishment. None of them expected that Greta, the number one beauty in business, would have offended a super powerful young master from Beijing! This didn¡¯t look like something Greta would do at all. Some people who knew Greta were even more stunned! "Let''s go." Maxwell squeezed Greta''s soft hand. Greta¡¯s hands were so smooth and soft like an egg, which was so easy to trigger people¡¯s fancy for it. "Yeah." Greta nodded. "Want to go? How would you leave?" President Gerald screamed. He stepped out, and rushed towards Greta! At this moment, a ck shadow moved even faster than President Gerald. No one in the room could clearly see the ck shadow''s movements. They could only see that President Gerald flew away and crashed to the ground. His body trembled. He wanted to get up, but he simply couldn¡¯t! Maxwell''s expression was indifferent, and he spoke lightly, "Noisy." Then Maxwell turned around, took Greta''s soft hand, and walked slowly towards the hotel entrance! "Catch them!" President Gerald shouted with a furious expression. "No!" At this moment, Young Master Sandoval suddenly uttered a loud voice, which made the bodyguards stop right away. "Mr. Sandoval.. Two of them offended you so much... why do you let them leave?" President Gerald looked surprised and said unwillingly. Young Master Sandoval nced at the backs of Maxwell and Greta. He held a new ss of wine, took a sip of red wine, and pretended to be calm and said, "I want to destroy them step by step, disintegrate their minds, and make them regret¡­¡­" After a while, President Gerald reacted and chuckled, "Young Master Sandoval is wise. I was being ignorant." "Take your people and leave now." Young Master Sandoval nced lightly and said coldly. After President Gerald disappeared with the bodyguards, Young Master Sandoval looked in the direction of Greta leaving quietly. Young Master Sandoval turned around and walked slowly to the private room. A Maybach S-ss that parked in front of the hotel started and drove away... Maxwell drove cautiously in the car, while Greta, sitting in the back seat, had her eyebrows furrowed. After a long time, Greta slowly took a deep breath and looked a little tired. Maxwell nced at Greta in the rearview mirror with a calm expression, and slowly asked, "What is the background of that Young Master Sandoval?" Greta took a deep look at Maxwell and said, "He is the young master of the Sandoval family in Beijing, and I used to know him." "It''s not just that simple, right?" Maxwell said it calmly. ¡°President Gerald is also from the Sandoval family. It seems that you are very afraid of Young Master Sandoval." Greta raised her head and said seriously, ¡°President Gerald was once the son-inw of the Sandoval family. And Young Master Sandoval¡¯s thoughts are always soplicated. He is not easy to deal with at all." "I can tell. If he was an ordinary person, he would not let us go today." "What is your rtionship with Young Master Sandoval?" Maxwell continued to ask meaningfully. "Why are you so gossip? Who are you to know about my rtionship with him? Shut up!" Greta scolded in a cold voice. "Ok." Maxwell smiled. He was scolded countless times by Greta before, and he was used to it. He kept telling himself that Greta showed her love to him by beating and scolding him. She would never mean unwell. "By the way, is that blood diamond real or fake?" Greta asked with a beautiful voice with long hair lightly falling on her back. Maxwell was taken aback, "Why are you interested in this?" "Can''t I even ask?" Greta felt ufortable hearing him asking so, her expression suddenly became cold. "Of course the blood diamond is fake," Maxwell said lightly, "I knew it when I first saw it. It¡¯s just that Young Master Sandoval kept talking nonsense. There are only a few overseas institutions that can be qualified to appraise blood diamonds. China does not yet have this level of appraisers." "Young Master Sandoval is from a wealthy family. Why did he use a fake one to fool me?" Greta asked with a frown. How could she believe what Maxwell said? "It''s not that he lied to you, it''s that he doesn''t even know the blood diamond he has is fake." Maxwell smiled. Greta got more curious. She got more confused about what he meant. "After he got it at the auction in South Africa, someone took the real one and exchanged it with this fake one. Since the beginning, he thought it is the real one, and of course, he would naturally take it out. This is a sub-diamond. The value of the real blood diamond is ten times of a sub-diamond." Hearing Maxwell exining, it seemed that Maxwell knew a lot about it. Greta asked abruptly, "How do you know this much?" Maxwell was taken aback, and then he showed a big smile, "Greta if I tell you that I dug the blood diamond out, will you believe me?" Chapter 49: What a Coincidence! Chapter 49: What a Coincidence! "You dug it out?" Greta got shocked for one second, then she looked at Maxwell¡¯s smile, she sneered disdainfully. "I would believe you if you say the blood diamond was swept by you," Greta said with an ironic smile while raising her arms crossing against her breast. How could Greta believe what Maxwell said? Blood diamonds were extremely valuable. Even a sub- diamond of the worst quality was still worth millions, which not so many people could afford. And Maxwell just said that he was the one dug out such a precious treasure. How shameless he was! She would never believe him! Maxwell smiled indifferently and did not care to say more. When Maxwell was on a secret mission in South Africa, he happened to meet a friend of his in South Africa and helped him dig out the blood diamond. The reason why he could be so confident to talk about blood diamonds in front of Young Master Sandoval was that he dug it out himself. Of course, he knew a lot about it. Even when the blood diamonds were shipped to the auction in South Africa, Maxwell was the one who escorted all the way. Compared to Maxwell, Young Master Sandoval¡¯s understanding of the blood diamonds was superficial. Maxwell did not argue. He knew that even if he said anything, Greta would not believe him... ¡­ Half an hourter, the Maybach S-ss stopped at the door of the vi. Maxwell opened the door for Greta. She got off the car and walked into the vi. After Maxwell parked the car, he followed along and walked in. then he saw Harriet sitting on the sofa watching TV, holding a fruit te in her hand, and enjoying the sweetness and juiciness of imported fruits. "How''s it going?" Harriet asked when seeing Greta¡¯s annoyed expression. "Ask him!" Greta let out a cold snort before walking upstairs. "President Greta met Young Master Sandoval at the party," Maxwell said. Maxwell and Harriet chatted briefly before he walked into his bedroom. He closed the door, took out his phone, and dialed a number. "Boss, when can I go back? I''m tired of Ocean City. I have gone to all the bars in Ocean City." An innocent voice from a young man came from the other end of the phone. "Don''t talk nonsense. Have you found the killer who assassinated my wife?" Maxwell snorted and shouted out. "This... Boss, it''s so hard to detect. I checked for a long time. There are countless noble families in Beijing. And those assassin killers have contacted too many of those families. I have no idea where to start." The young manined. "I''ll give you a clue now. Check the Sandoval family in Ocean City. Also, Young Master Sandoval came to Ocean City already." After Maxwell finished speaking, he hung up the phone. ¡­ One weekend, Maxwell cooked breakfast as usual. After he finished it, Greta, Harriet, and Le went downstairs one after another. As usual, Le was the first one who came downstairs, Harriet was the second one. When Le almost finished the breakfast, Greta came down slowly with a pair of sandals. After Greta came down, she nced at the table and found that there was only one seat avable which was the one next to Maxwell. She frowned and thought for a while, and finally walked to Maxwell¡¯s side and sat down. "Greta, try this. This is my new recipe: ck pepper chicken sandwich." Maxwell graciously smiled, This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. picked up a piece carefully cooked sandwich, and put it on Greta''s te. Greta looked at Maxwell and said coldly, "Call me President Greta!" "Ok, ok." Maxwell smiled, and after Greta took a bite of the sandwich, he muttered privately, "You are my wife. And we are not outside now." "What did you say?" Suddenly, Greta asked. "Nothing." Maxwell smiled awkwardly. Greta stared at him suspiciously for a while. Maxwell got a relief. Fortunately, Greta didn''t hear what he said... "Greta, watch TV." Harriet suddenly said. Greta looked up and saw a report being broadcasted on TV. "There is a charity auction tonight. Will you go?" Harriet smiled lightly. Greta stared at the super luxurious TV screen for a moment, and uttered a word, decisively. "Yes." After breakfast, Maxwell walked out of the vi and saw Le running around the vi. Maxwell nced at her. Le had a great figure. Because of exercise, she had no extra fat on her body. These long and slender legs were full of power. "Le, you start exercising so early." Maxwell chased after Le with a smile. Le had no good impression of him. She nced at Maxwell for one second and said, "It¡¯s not your business?" "What a coincidence! I also exercise every day. Weirdly, I never got the chance to meet you." Maxwell smiled. Le frowned. She had never seen Maxwell exercise before. How dared him to lie in front of her! Le stopped paying attention to Maxwell. She was sure he was just trying to flirt with her. "How about we run together in the future?" Maxwell smiled lightly. He especially highlighted the word "together" as if he meant something different other than running. "Catch up with me first." Le couldn''t bear it. She coldly said so and suddenly elerated! After running for hundreds of meters, Le slowed down. ording to Le''s estimation, Maxwell must be dropped off far away already. "Why did you slow down? are you tired?" Suddenly! A mocking voice sounded from behind. Le got stunned. She suddenly turned her head and saw Maxwell closely following behind her! Le couldn¡¯t believe it. Her speed just now was her fastest speed, which only a few people could keep up with when she was in the Special Forces! And this annoying Maxwell could keep up with her. How was this possible! Le''s heart trembled. She couldn¡¯t convince herself that she would lose to an annoying liar like Maxwell. "I dare you to keep it up!" Le snorted coldly. And then she suddenly ran so fast that Maxwell could only see her back far away in a few seconds. Maxwell smiled without saying anything. He also exerted his force and kept up with her closely. Le¡¯s speed was unbelievable when she got serious with it. It didn''t take long before she ran around the vi round by round... After running for the twentieth round, Le finally got tried. Her mouth opened slightly and breathed loudly. Her whole body sweated so badly that even wet her clothes. When she slowed down, suddenly, a figure rushed out from the side. Maxwell passed her and said, "The deputy captain of the special forces can''t even win over a man grown up in mountains?" What Maxwell said immediately irritated Le? She bit her teeth and elerated to catch up! But soon, Le¡¯s expression changed slightly. She suddenly realized that Maxwell¡¯s body was surprisingly strong...gradually, the gap between them was getting bigger and bigger! When Maxwell''s speed finally slowed down, Le was already five or six rounds behind! "Who are you?" Le looked at Maxwell meaningfully and seriously. "I lived in the mountains when I was a kid. So I normally ran faster than ordinary people." After Maxwell finished speaking, he walked slowly towards the vi calmly. His face was not red, and he was not out of breath. Le¡¯s expression suddenly became solemn. Why did Maxwell do this to her? To give her a lesson? Maxwell returned to the vi. After taking a shower, he saw that Greta dressed up, sat on the sofa, and said coldly, "Let¡¯s go to the auction." "Me?" Maxwell was taken aback. He didn¡¯t expect that Greta would want to go with him. "Yes." Greta didn''t tell Maxwell there was another reason why she took Maxwell to the auction today. "Great. President Greta, wait for me to change my clothes." Maxwell was overjoyed. He rubbed his hands and rushed directly into his bedroom. Harriet on the side smiled charmingly and said, "Greta, did you treat him too badly? Look at him, he is so happy now." Greta snorted coldly, "You don''t know how much trouble he got me in at thest dinner party." "What trouble did he cause you specifically? Think about it carefully, even without him, Young Master Sandoval wouldn¡¯t leave you alone anyway." Harriet said. Greta got stunned. What Harriet said was right. She could not say anything to refute her. ¡­ In front of the hotel for a charity auction, a Maybach S-ss slowly stopped. When the door opened, a beautiful and sexy woman walked out and entered the hotel. Maxwell followed her closely like a stalker, which made Greta frown. She wanted to say something, but she couldn''t find where he was wrong. Although this charity auction was not as big as the dinner party held by Young Master Sandoval three days ago, it still gathered countless rich people. There were well-dressed wealthydies and business leaders who dominated the market of the Ocean City... And when Greta appeared, she quickly attracted countless people¡¯s attention. Many noblemen wanted toe forward to strike up a conversation and make friends with the No. 1 beauty in the Ocean City businessmunity! Of course, Greta had her way of dealing with those people. Suddenly! A handsome young figure appeared at the door! ¡°Young Master Sandoval is here¡ª" Hearing a businessman next to her saying so slowly, Greta¡¯s body trembled. She felt that even the echo was trespassing the auction hall. In an instant, countless people looked at the door with surprise! Maxwell¡¯s hands were clenched into fists. His eyes narrowed lightly with great anger. The crowd dispersed, and then Greta saw Young Master Sandoval¡¯s handsome face, which made her expression get cold suddenly. What a coincidence! Chapter 50: Young Master Sandoval’s Prey! Chapter 50: Young Master Sandoval¡¯s Prey! Greta got stunned. She didn¡¯t expect Young Master Sandoval would show up. Who would believe the famous powerful Young Master Sandoval from Beijing would show up in such a small charity auction in Ocean City? Normally, Young Master Sandoval wouldn¡¯t care about such a small charity auction at all. However, today he came here. Greta¡¯s expression was not very good. She did not understand why Young Master Sandoval came today? What was his purpose? Young Master Sandoval nced slowly at the whole party. Suddenly he found Greta. Then He walked towards Greta with a smile. The crowd spread out, and no one wanted to offend Young Master Sandoval. "Greta, nice to see you again." Young Master Sandoval walked to Greta and said slowly. "Mr. Sandoval." Greta nodded coldly. After thest dinner party, Greta didn¡¯t like Young Master Sandoval at all. In her heart, even Maxwell was better than him. "Greta, do you really no longer consider what I mentionedst time?" Young Master Sandoval asked slowly. "Young Master Sandoval, I hope you stop having any illusions about that thing anymore. That is absolutely impossible," Greta refused him straightforward and coldly. She turned and walked towards the seat not far away. Maxwell still followed Greta closely, which drew a lot of people''s attention. Young Master Sandoval stared at Greta''s beautiful back quietly. He clenched his fist and trembled with a palm in his trouser pocket. He was very polite to Greta, but Greta didn''t show the same respect. At this moment, a man slowly approached and appeared beside Young Master Sandoval. He asked, "Why are you obsessed with her? She is just an ordinary woman." "I like to conquer my prey slowly," Young Master Sandoval said slowly, "Whatever she does, it would be useless. She would never get out of my control. After all, she belongs to the Sandoval family." "If you can get her, you will not only increase your position in the family but also get the chance to know what the taste of the No. 1 beauty in Ocean City businessmunity." The man on the side said. That man was Hal Danny. "She is just a misbehaved slut. She should be honored to meet me," Young Master Sandoval said lightly, "Women who can''t be obtained are better to be destroyed." "Young Master Sandoval seems not to have a soft heart on them." Hal looked stunned, and then smiled. Young Master Sandoval looked calm. As a powerful man, what kind of woman he had never yed with? None! His obsession with Greta was just to get her and teach her a lesson: Young Master Sandoval was God! "Sit down." Young Master Sandoval stepped towards the seat with his hands on his back. After a while, many people walked in and sat one by one. After the auction sites were full, a host took a This is from N?velDrama.Org. microphone and walked onto the auction stage. The grand auction fell silent for an instant. All the lights were off, but one shooting on the host. The charity auction officially began this weekend! "Ladies and gentlemen, all the money from today¡¯s auction will be donated to the Hope School in the impoverished area. This auction is fair and honest, and there are third-party witnesses..." After the opening talk, the host¡¯s expression suddenly became respectful, "First of all, the first auction treasure we have is a jade pendant with dragon and phoenix shape from the Song Dynasty. It was made of the rare suet jade. Rumor said it belonged to one of the emperors of the Song Dynasty... ¡­" Soon after the host finished the introduction, he said, "This precious collection has a reserve price of one million!" Immediately, a boss raised a card and offered 1.5 million yuan. Afterward, someone raised a card to bid for two million. After severalpetitions, this dragon and phoenix jade pendant was finally taken by a wealthy man for a price of 4.7 million. "The second collection¡¯s story is very interesting. It is not a genuine one. It is just an imitation. The imitation of the famous paint "Star River". The real "Star River" was painted by the famous painter Mirel at the beginning of the 18th century. The interesting part is although it is an imitation, it is so good that it fooled so many distinguished master appraisers, even including the No. 2 master appraisers in China. The reserve price is 1.5 million yuan!¡± As soon as the host had finished speaking, many people raised their cards. Obviously, there were a lot more people raising their cards this time. In the end, it was taken by the CEO of a publicpany for a price of 5.5 million yuan. The auctions proceeded one after another. Greta and Harriet raised their cards now and then, but none of them got it at the end. "The sixth collection is a crystal ne handmade by a master overseas who got the name of ¡®nes God¡¯. The reserve price is five million!" A woman wearing a cheongsam appeared on the auction stage with a box in her hands. The crystal ne in the box reflected a shining luster under the light. This crystal ne immediately attracted Greta''s attention. She blinked her beautiful eyes and stared at the ne yfully. She was the first to raise the card. "Six million!" Maxwell¡¯s heart was beating so fast. For all the collections, people would raise the price little by little. Even Greta did the same as others. But this time she called out the first number that was one million more than the reserve price. That was crazy! Maxwell couldn¡¯t help thinking: Rich people cared nothing about money. Raising up one million yuan was like a game for them. At this time, Young Master Sandoval, who sat not far away from Greta, was staring at Greta coldly. "Young Master Sandoval, this auction is not luxury enough for you to attend." Hal sat aside and spoke slowly. ¡°It¡¯s my first time toe to Ocean City. I am here just for fun." Young Master Sandoval said with a smile. Young Master Sandoval stared at Greta''s beautiful back from a distance. He was arrogant. But he believed that he had a strong background to support him being arrogant. He was from Beijing the Sandoval family. No one could challenge his power. But just a few days ago, his confidence, his arrogance was destroyed and trampled by a woman! He came to Ocean City just to conquer this beautiful woman. But he never thought that he would be severely humiliated by her! "Greta..." Young Master Sandoval muttered in a low voice that only he could hear it. This was the purpose of hising to this charity auction. He wanted to destroy Greta little by little. He wanted her to copse inside step by step until she begged him to be his belongings. The Sandoval Group would soon be his. He would use the Ocean City market as the beginning of him bing the most sessful one in the Sandoval family. Soon he would be the leader of the whole Sandoval family. Hal nced at Young Master Sandoval. Young Master Sandoval was aplicated guy. There was barely anyone who could know his thoughts. However, Hal understood what his n was. Young Master Sandoval immediately raised his card and said loudly, "Seven million!" Huh! In an instant, many people turned and looked at Young Master Sandoval. After recognizing Young Master Sandoval¡¯s identity, there was amotion at the auction. Many people were very surprised. They did not expect that Young Master Sandoval woulde here, and they were biding with Young Master Sandoval! Suddenly, half of the people dropped their cards. These people could not offend Young Master Sandoval. Even that meant they had to give up this treasure, they still dropped the cards with no hesitation! "What does he want to do?" Greta turned her head and nced at Young Master Sandoval who was sitting not far behind her. Her heart trembled for a few seconds. Then she frowned. "I don''t know," Maxwell spoke lightly. He was very calm and certain. No matter what Young Master Sandoval wanted to do, Maxwell would not let him hurt Greta. After seeing Greta checking on him, Young Master Sandoval smiled at Greta. His smile was superficial and weird, which made people hard to know what he was thinking. Greta turned her head, raised her card without hesitation, and increased the price to 8 million. Instantly, more people dropped their cards. It was clear that she was very interested in this ne and really wanted to get it. "Nine million!" Almost at the same moment, Young Master Sandoval gave another bid. It caused anothermotion at the auction. Many people kept checking between Greta and Young Master Sandoval. What a great show! This was only the first a few treasures, and already, they started to add one million every time rising up the price. They also couldn¡¯t believe that Greta would bid over Young Master Sandoval! Hal watched the beautiful woman raising the card three times. He started smiling. He wanted to see how much she could handle when bidding over Young Master Sandoval. "9.5 million." Greta held up the card again. She couldn¡¯t let this ne go. She really liked it. But she didn¡¯t lose her mind. 9.5 million was already too much for a ne. Young Master Sandoval was lifting the price on purpose. "Twenty million!" Suddenly, Young Master Sandoval raised his card again. This time, all the people were shocked. They all looked at Young Master Sandoval with great surprise. This was it! Young Master Sandoval¡¯s price was way higher than Greta¡¯s. Greta would not even have a chance. Actually, Young Master Sandoval didn''t need to do this at all. He could take this crystal ne at a lower price. The price of 9.5 million yuan was already unrealistically high. 20 million yuan was an unbelievable price!! Greta stared at Young Master Sandoval coldly. However, Young Master Sandoval smiled back to her lightly. And when this string of crystal ne was carefully presented in front of Young Master Sandoval by the staff, Young Master Sandoval suddenly whispered to the staff about something. Soon, this string of crystal ne was delivered to Greta. "What do you mean?" Greta crossed her beautiful legs, frowned, and asked the staff. "Miss Greta, Young Master Sandoval asks me to say hello to you on his behalf. He says that this ne is given to you, and he hopes you can ept it." The staff member said respectfully. Greta got stunned. She turned to look at Young Master Sandoval. At the same time, Young Master Sandoval tidied up his clothes and smiled. "Please send my appreciation to Young Master Sandoval, but I can''t ept this." Greta coldly refused. How could she not understand what Young Master Sandoval meant? If he really wanted to give her the ne, he could simply not fight with her over the price. The reason he did so was to show how rich he was, also to give her a warning. Young Master Sandoval gave away a crystal ne worth 20 million, which proved how wealthy he was. Maxwell looked at Young Master Sandoval coldly, with a jealous expression on his face, "What he has is just money. Show off!" How could Maxwell endure it? Greta was his wife, but now other men give her a crystal ne, which was clearly a threat to him! Young Master Sandoval clearly didn¡¯t care Maxwell at all. What could Maxwell do? "I wish you could have the ability to do the same!" Greta sent away the staff. She nced at Maxwell and snorted coldly. She knew Maxwell so well. He didn¡¯t have money at all. He gave criticized Young Master Sandoval, but he couldn¡¯t even show off like Young Master Sandoval. This was the fight between her and Young Master Sandoval. Why would this ignorant guy try to get involved? "I..." Maxwell got speechless. He could only look at Greta bitterly. Chapter 51: Fight against Me? Chapter 51: Fight against Me? ¡°Ladies and gentlemen, herees to the seventh collection. Although it is not the finale of this auction, it has a very unique meaning and value¡­¡± The host suddenly smiled and spoke with fervour, instantly making the noisy auction scene became nearly silent. ¡°The collection is the Azure Star!¡± The host spoke up and two beautifuldies walked up to the auction stage with a wooden box containing a ne. ¡°The reason it is called the Azure Star is that the pendant of this ne is an extremely pure sapphire.¡± The host did not say much because the entire auction scene already had countless eyes staring at the Azure Star, and even the sound of rapid and messy breathing could be faintly heard! It did not even need to be introduced by the host as there were too many famous and powerful people here who had heard the legend of the Azure Star! At this point, the host¡¯s introduction about it was apparently unnecessary. The host smiled and came straight to the point, ¡°I don¡¯t need to tell you guys more about the Azure Star as I believe you all know it. The reserve price is five million yuan!¡± ¡°Seven million yuan!¡± ¡°Eight million yuan!¡± ¡°Nine million yuan!¡± Instantly, many of the high-ss people could no longer control themself. They raised their hands to The Azure Star was so attractive that they were willing to give it a try even if they knew that Young Master Sandoval was here! Greta gazed at the Azure Star and her lips curled into a light smile. The Azure Star was not only attractive to men but was actually even more attractive to women! Even a person like Greta who rarely wore jewellery was also extremely captivated at that moment. ¡°Twelve million yuan!¡± Greta raised her hand without hesitation. ¡°Fifteen million yuan!¡± A discordant voice sounded. Greta turned her head and saw that Young Master Sandoval raised a card to bid for it again. He looked at Greta with a strange smile. They gazed at each other and the air was filled with the intense vibe! ¡°Is he purposely opposing us?¡± Harriet who was standing beside frowned and said. ¡°Twenty million yuan!¡± Greta gritted her teeth and continued to increase the bid amount. She was really intrigued by the Azure Star. ¡°Thirty million yuan!¡± Young Master Sandoval raised his hand again. The entire auction scene was quietened. Many people were looking at Young Master Sandoval in shock, finding it hard to believe. Young Master Sandoval had just spent twenty million yuan to auction a collection. Now, he was going to splurge again? This auction became another personal battle between Greta and Young Master Sandoval. Those who had attended Young Master Sandoval¡¯s reception dinnerst time suddenly understood something and gave up to raise the bid amount. This was a matter between Young Master Sandoval and Greta so they were not suitable to interfere. ¡°Young Master Sandoval is really daring invishing,¡± Hal who was on the side, smiled and said. Young Master Sandoval smiled ghastly, ¡°Today, I¡¯ll make her fail to bid on any of them.¡± This was Young Master Sandoval¡¯s overt conspiracy! He did not have the will to hide it at all! ¡°Thirty-five million yuan!¡± Greta gritted her teeth. A wave of unwillingness swept her and she did not believe that she would be overpowered by Young Master Sandoval in every aspect! ¡°Fifty million yuan!¡± Young Master Sandoval sneered and abruptly raised his hand! The entire scene was silent. Startled, countless eyes were gazing at Young Master Sandoval and they were ovee with surprise! Even though the Azure Star was precious, the bid of fifty-million yuan was way too high! Even many of the dignitaries here did not have fifty-million yuan! In addition to the previous twenty million yuan¡­Many people were looking at Young Master Sandoval with aplicated expression. Many young and beautifuldies from the wealthy families began to secretly ask about Young Master Sandoval¡¯s phone number¡­ Greta pondered for a moment and finally gave up on the Azure Star with a sigh. ¡°Greta, do you like the Azure Star very much?¡± Harriet, who was standing at the side asked curiously. Greta nodded lightly and she looked disappointed, ¡°It¡¯s too bad that we can¡¯t bid anymore.¡± ¡°I¡¯ll help you.¡± Out of the blue, Maxwell, who was on the side, smiled pleasingly. ¡°You?¡± Greta took a disdainful nce at Maxwell. ¡°I have money, let me help you.¡± Maxwell patted his chest with a calm and confident look. ¡°Please stop talking nonsense,¡± Greta sneered and did not believe Maxwell¡¯s bullshit, ¡°If you have money, you¡¯ll not be the son-inw by adoption of the Sandoval family. ¡°I do, I really can help you to auction it,¡± Maxwell quickly said. ¡°How much do you have? Hundreds or thousands?¡± Greta sneered in disdain. She remembered that Maxwell had borrowed a few hundred yuan from her earlier. He did not have a few hundred yuan but was thinking of helping her to get the Azure Star. He was simply daydreaming! Suddenly, without waiting for Greta to have any reaction, Maxwell shouted, ¡°One hundred million yuan!¡± The entire scene was silent again. Countless eyes were looking at Maxwell in shock and they were bbergasted! Some of them even stood up in the excitement and looked at Maxwell! Countless pairs of gazes were looking at Maxwell as they felt incredulous when they looked at this man next to Greta! ¡°One hundred million yuan? How is that possible? This guy surprisingly spends one hundred million yuan just for the Azure Star!¡± ¡°One hundred million yuan is enough for him to buy multiple Azure Star, he is obviously retarded!¡± ¡°I saw him at the reception dinnerst time, isn¡¯t he Greta¡¯s driver? Even Greta also gives up to increase the bid, but he dares to increase the amount until one hundred million yuan, is this real?¡± Young Master Sandoval¡¯s expression changed slightly. There was an additional touch of fierceness in his gaze towards Maxwell¡­ ¡°One hundred million yuan¡­¡± Hal¡¯s expression changed and there was a haze of gloom in his gaze towards Maxwell. ¡°What are you doing?¡± Greta was bewildered, looking at Maxwell. ¡°Auctioning it off for you.¡± Maxwell smiled faintly. ¡°You!¡± Greta¡¯s face swelled with anger, ¡°Are you crazy or is there anything that happened to you? One hundred million yuan, where can you get this sum of money, I don¡¯t have such a sum of money to auction it off!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t you know you can¡¯t go back on your word after you¡¯ve made a bid in the auction?¡± Greta questioned him coldly. She was exceptionally anxious now. If Maxwell really auctioned it off, she would encounter problems as she did not have thatrge sum of money!¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, I have plenty of money.¡± Maxwell gave a wink. ¡°You have money? Are you bragging?¡± Greta sneered. She had been with Maxwell for three months but had never seen this guy have plenty of money! And now he was bragging about it in front of her¡­She had reached the end of her forbearance. ¡°One hundred and fifty million yuan!¡± Suddenly, Young Master Sandoval raised his hand and this made the entire auction scene had an uproar in shock! The bid of Azure Star was surprisingly raised until 150 million yuan! Even overseas did not have this record ever! Everyone was going crazy. The host flushed as he was in a state of utter excitement! Greta was dumbfounded! Young Master Sandoval was obviously going to fight against her to the end and he never thought of stopping to oppose her! ¡°Since you want to y, I¡¯ll y with you!¡± Young Master Sandoval murmured while his eyes looked cold. He already got to know Maxwell¡¯s details from Hal. Maxwell was just a useless husband who was a son-inw by adoption but he dared to shout out a bid of one hundred million yuan! Even Greta would not dare to do that! He was crazy! Young Master Sandoval was curious to know how Maxwell would solve the money issue in the end! ¡°Two hundred million yuan!¡± Maxwell abruptly stood up and spoke loudly. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. Boom! Everyone roared and burst with excitement as they were startled again! Awe-struck, they looked at Maxwell. Being just a driver of Greta, he waspeting with Young Master Sandoval! He was crazy! He was absolutely crazy! Two hundred million yuan! It was definitely a world record! The Azure Star never had such an extraordinarily high price! Maxwell looked calm. Was two hundred million yuan a big sum? To him, it was merely a number, and Young Master Sandoval? To him, Young Master Sandoval was just a young master of the Sandoval family but he wanted to fight against him? He, Maxwell, had a few hundred billion yuan in just his overseas bank ount. Luxury bungalows and sports car and all kinds of private jets¡­He had all these! There were also weapons which were ten billion yuan worthy in the storage at his base¡­So, did heck the two hundred million yuan? Since you, Young Master Sandoval wanted to fight against me, I would fight with you till the end! ¡°Two hundred million yuan¡­¡± Finally, Young Master Sandoval¡¯s face changed. He stared at Maxwell and he instantly made a distasteful face¡­He knew some information about Maxwell from Hal. A mere son-inw by adoption like trash and he had to rely on Greta to get his monthly living expenses¡­ Two hundred million yuan. Even Greta could not possibly have that big sum of money¡­Wasn¡¯t he just a driver, how could he??? ¡°Two hundred million yuan for the first time!¡± When the host spoke, many curious eyes were looking at Young Master Sandoval as they were excited to know if Young Master Sandoval would raise the bid amount again this time. Whereas, Young Master Sandoval¡¯s face was constantly twitching and changing¡­It looked extremely distasteful¡­Although many people were watching him, hoping that he would raise the bid amount again, he did not utter a word. ¡°Two hundred million yuan for the second time!¡± The host spoke again. Young Master Sandoval¡¯s face looked even worse and his body was trembling¡­ He was the young master of the Sandoval family in the capital city but he lost to a person at this point who was just a CEO¡¯s driver! From the moment Maxwell made his move, Young Master Sandoval had not realized that he had already been in a disarrayed manner! ¡°Two hundred million yuan for the third time!¡± ¡°Deal!¡± The entire scene was overwhelmed with excitement but Young Master Sandoval was sitting at his ce with an embarrassed face, not saying a word! Maxwell turned his head and nced at Young Master Sandoval. His eyes were full of provocation! How dared you bully my woman! Chapter 52: I Have Plenty of Money!! Chapter 52: I Have Plenty of Money!! ¡°Where do you get thatrge sum of money?¡± From beginning to end, Greta was totally muddled. When she listened to the boisterous discussions of the audience, her whole mind went nk! She looked at Maxwell dumbfoundedly and hastily said, ¡°Say it quickly if you don¡¯t have thatrge sum of money. I¡¯ll call my father to send money over now.¡± Maxwell smiled and said, ¡°Don¡¯t worry, President Greta, I have enough money.¡± Within minutes, the staff came over and under everyone¡¯s gazes, Maxwell directly took out a bank card and made a transaction without hesitation. A crisp sound sounded. Greta felt that she was struck by lightning when she heard the voice prompt of the transaction of two hundred million yuan¡­Her exquisite and beautiful face was filled with incredulity¡­This guy was unexpectedly so rich! How was this possible! He had to borrow even a few hundred yuan from her as living expenses¡­How could he have two hundred million yuan! Greta¡¯s exquisite face lookedplicated when she gazed at Maxwell. She was speechless! Not long after the transaction of two hundred million yuan was done, the staff carefully held an exquisite box and walked up to Greta, handing the box in his hand while smiling slightly, ¡°Greta, ept it.¡± Greta opened the box and her eyes widened when she looked at the string of the beautiful crystal ne lying in the box. She stared at this string of crystal ne and was amazed for a long time. Seeing Greta¡¯s reaction, Harriet who was standing at the side smiled and gently pushed Greta with her arm and said, ¡°Greta, quickly try it.¡± ¡°No, I don¡¯t want,¡± Greta replied, feeling that it was a dream as everything was so unreal. ¡°Why? It costs him two hundred million yuan to auction it for you.¡± Harriet¡¯s eyebrows furrowed. ¡°Yeah, I purposely buy it for you, just receive it,¡± said Maxwell while smiling to please her. ¡°No, I don¡¯t want it.¡± Greta¡¯s face looked serious and showed a rarely seen stubbornness. Maxwell was speechless as he did not expect that Greta would refuse to ept this crystal ne¡­ He had spent two hundred million yuan to auction this thing, but damned, she said she did not want! She did not cherish his money at all! ¡°Quickly get someone for refund,¡± Greta said. ¡°Cannot, Greta. I have already paid and they will definitely not ept the request for a refund, this¡¯s a rule, where have you seen auctions that allow refunds?¡± Maxwell smiled bitterly. ¡°Anyway, I don¡¯t want it. You can give it to Harriet, if she doesn¡¯t want it, just keep it for yourself.¡± No matter what did Maxwell say, Greta just turned a deaf ear to what he said. ¡°Yo, isn¡¯t this President Greta who¡¯s very famous in Ocean City?¡± All of a sudden, a sarcastic voice came from the side. Greta looked at the direction the voice came from and saw a middle-aged woman who was dressed luxuriously coupled with gold and pearl jewellery, was walking towards her. Greta slightly frowned. Maxwell who was slightly stunned, asked, ¡°President Greta, you still know this kind of person?¡± ¡°Her name is Judy Morris and she¡¯s from one of the wealthy and powerful noble families in Ocean City. Her husband is very fond of phndering and is a sugar daddy who has several mistresses outside,¡± Greta lowered her voice and said. ¡°Mrs. Judy,¡± Greta lightly nodded and greeted her. ¡°Miss Greta, I never expect that you¡¯lle to such a ce. I¡¯ve often heard that Miss Greta leads an otherworldly realm of lifestyle so I don¡¯t expect that you will be interested in such mundane things as well.¡± Judy gazed at the exquisite box that contained the Azure Star. A hint of greed shed in her eyes. ¡°Mrs. Judy, if you like it, there will be some decent collections too in the auctionter,¡± Greta faintly spoke. ¡°I think I heard you said you don¡¯t want it just now, right? Then why don¡¯t you give it to me,¡± Judy said loudly in a voice dripping with sarcasm and this instantly attracted people¡¯s attention. Greta frowned, ¡°Mrs. Judy, this ne has other uses for me, I¡¯m sorry to reject your request.¡± Judy sneered, ¡°What can you do with it? If you don¡¯t want to give me, I can just buy it. Three million yuan.¡± On the side, Maxwell¡¯s eyes were narrowed. Obviously, Judy was purposely making trouble. Three million yuan was much lower than the initial bid! Only an idiot would make this deal! Greta shook her head and her face looked cold, ¡°Mrs. Judy, I won¡¯t sell it no matter how much you pay me. It¡¯s auctioned off by my driver, you go find him to ask for it.¡± Finished speaking, Greta turned her body and walked towards the entrance of the auction scene. But at this moment, Judy smiled icily and said loudly, ¡°Stop pretending, a CEO¡¯s driver can have two hundred million yuan? Aren¡¯t you the one who actually wants it but you order your driver to buy it for you so that you will still seem to be otherworldly? It¡¯s hrious that you do bad things but you want to maintain a good reputation.¡± Greta stopped her pace and slowly turned around, looking at Judy. Her face looked cold and her eyes shed with unhappiness, ¡°Mrs. Judy, please behave yourself.¡± ¡°What, did I say anything wrong? I haven¡¯t settled with you yet regarding the matter that you seduced my husbandst time like a bitch.¡± Judy crossed her hands at the waist and sneered. Greta gazed at Judy coldly, ¡°Mrs. Judy, please mind your words, it was your husband who tried to sexually harass me. Everyone in thepany saw it at that time.¡± ¡°If you did not dress coquettishly like a vixen, would my husband do that to you?¡± Judy said while she raised her broad and fat hand to throw a p at Greta. Harriet¡¯s face turned pale and it was already toote when she wanted to do something for Greta! The spectators around found it interesting to see President Greta, who was famous in Ocean City being hit by a noblewoman. Indeed, the fight between the two women was much more interesting than men. Of course, many people were even more interested to see how Greta fought with Judy without concerning her image until her hair and clothes looked dishevelled. Just as Judy¡¯s p was in halfway, out of the blue, a shadow shed beside Greta and acted like lightning! A loud p sounded. The scene that everyone craved to see did not happen. Greta stood in the original position and was all fine. On the other hand, Judy took a few steps backward! Judy covered her cheeks. Her face that was full of makeup was swollen and it turned red! The crowd observed carefully and saw that there was a red shoe print on Judy¡¯s face! ¡°It¡¯s a rarity to see a fat pig to open its mouth and speak human words.¡± Suddenly, azy voice sounded and the crowd looked at Maxwell in astonishment. What they saw was that Maxwell was barefoot, holding a leather shoe in his hand and casually picking his ear. Many dignitaries sucked in a breath of cold air! Wasn¡¯t this President Greta¡¯s driver?! Before President Greta did anything, her driver already went to hit Judy! Even though the status of the Morris family was not as glorious as once it was, without Judy Morris¡¯ strong background support, Judy¡¯s husband would not have such a great achievement today! The Morris family was a noble, well-known and great family in Ocean City! However, President Greta¡¯s driver dared to hit her! Judy covered her cheeks and stared daggers at Maxwell with her eyes which glowed in extreme fury! ¡°Bitch couple, how dare you hit me?¡± Judy shrieked loudly and instantaneously silenced the entire auction scene! Greta¡¯s eyebrows furrowed. Judy was clearly trying to cause trouble to stop the auction from continuing smoothly¡­ ¡°Yeah, I hit you, is there any problem?¡± Maxwell faintly spoke while putting on his leather shoes. ¡°Poor tramp with wretched-looking, let me kill you first!¡± Judy spoke harshly and abruptly took out a nail clipper from her satchel, trying to stab Maxwell! ¡°No!¡± A ghastly whiteness instantly spread over Greta¡¯s face! Maxwell looked calm and when Judy almost reached in front of him, he suddenly stretched out his hands and mmed on Judy¡¯s shoulders! ¡°Bang!¡± Judy, who was approximately 100 kg was thrown upside down! She was just like a kite with a broken string! Instantly, everyone was startled when they looked at Judy. The entire scene was having a pin drop silence! No one would expect that Maxwell, as President Greta¡¯s driver, would have such decisive and brave actions! ¡°Puff!¡± Judy spat out a mouthful of blood. A trace of scarlet liquid slowly streamed down her mouth corner. She looked iparably wretched and did not have her previous arrogant appearance anymore. ¡°I never hit a woman but President Greta is not a person that you can simply hurt,¡± Maxwell spoke coldly while narrowing his eyes. All of a sudden, his eyes shed frightening and murderous bolts of lightning. Judy¡¯s obese body quivered. She instantly felt a haze of cold fear clouded her. She could feel a premonition of danger! She was from a wealthy family so she did not need to worry about money. She had not even seen a scary murder scene but her intuition told her that the man in front of her was extremely terrifying and was bound to be an existence that she could never offend! Maxwell slowly turned around and looked at Greta who was having a dazed-looking. He smiled, reached out his hand and gently held those white and delicate hands and ced the box in Greta¡¯s hands, and said softly, ¡°Put it on.¡± ¡°Put it on?¡± Greta¡¯s sluggish and pale face gradually became normal. She looked at the crystal ne with hesitation. ¡°Just put it on, Greta, it originally belongs to you,¡± said Harriet at the side. Without waiting for Greta to continue thinking, Maxwell suddenly took the crystal ne out of the box and straight away put it on for Greta. ¡°This¡­¡± By the time Greta did realize it, the Azure Star was already hanging tightly around her neck. ¡°How do you feel, Greta?¡± said Maxwell while smiling to please her. ¡°It¡¯s still¡­okay,¡± Greta spoke hesitantly. ¡°If not good, I¡¯ll take it off then,¡± said Maxwell who reached out his hands towards Greta¡¯s neck. ¡°Don¡¯t take it off!¡± Greta red at Maxwell, causing Maxwell¡¯s hands to shrink back. ¡°Greta, I think it really suits you,¡± Harriet praised. Greta lowered her head and took a nce at the crystal-clear sapphire. Under the light, Greta could roughly see the wide and deep sea hiding inside the sapphire. It was a picturesque view. After putting on the Azure Star, Greta realized many gazes were green with envy. Greta, who was the top beauty in the business world, was the only one who was eligible to own this superb collection! The Azure Star indeed suited Greta nicely. The moment it was put on by her, it made Greta looked even more charming and gorgeous. Her action was all filled with noble gentleness. Maxwell¡¯s lips curled slightly. The effect of Greta¡¯s snow-white chest coupled with the crystal-clear sapphire made her became the most eye-catching existence! ¡°Thank you,¡± Greta looked up, raised her exquisite and pretty face to look at Maxwell and said. ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± Maxwell held Greta¡¯s slender hand. His action looked so elegant and if he was wearing a tuxedo at this moment, he would definitely look like a gentleman! And next to him, Greta was also like a stunning queen who had conquered and defeated many of the celebrities there! Everyone was going crazy! Who was willing to believe that President Greta¡¯s driver could have physical contact with President Greta! The two of them were so close! Many people had failed to engage with Greta but unexpectedly, President Greta¡¯s driver who had the This is from N?velDrama.Org. greatest advantage of being close to her won goddess¡¯s admiration who was adored by countless people! It was not fair! If they knew that two hundred million yuan could win the goddess¡¯s heart, they would definitely do whatever they could do! Even if it was three hundred million yuan or four hundred million yuan! From afar, Young Master Sandoval gazed at Maxwell and Greta. His eyes sparkled with anger. His hands were trembling slightly. He could not ept that he was defeated by a CEO¡¯s driver!! What a big shame! He totally could not ept that his inner pride was being trampled upon once again! ¡°Greta, Maxwell¡­You guys force me to do so¡­!¡± Young Master Sandoval slowly made a sound while his eyes were shing ghastly¡­ ¡­ In the meantime of deep night, the road was brightly lit and the Maybach was speeding on the road. Maxwell had to be the driver and he could only look at the two beauties through the rear-view mirror to satiate himself. Greta and Harriet sat in the back seat. The interior space of the car was filled with a faint fragrance that was mixed by two perfumes. This caused Maxwell to sniff several times. From the moment the two beauties got into the car, they kept silent. ¡°Where did you get such arge sum of money?¡± Finally, Greta was the first to break the silence. Her beautiful eyes cast a cold ray like a sharp de that pierced through the void as if she wanted to know Maxwell¡¯s every secret! Chapter 53: Chiba Dojo Chapter 53: Chiba Dojo Greta was the first to break the silence while Harriet, with arms wrapped around her chest, she was looking at Maxwell through the rear-view mirror with great interest, as if¡­she was looking forward to hearing Maxwell¡¯s answer. Maxwell was startled, then smiled and asked, ¡°Greta, why don¡¯t you make a guess?¡± Greta looked calm and began to analyse, ¡°You only have twenty to thirty thousand yuan per month and the living expenses that are given to you daily are very little too. That is two hundred million yuan, even I can¡¯t have this much at once, that is an amount that you have to rob multiple banks¡­¡± Maxwell gazed calmly at Greta and his lips curled slightly, ¡°Greta, your analysis is very true.¡± ¡°So, just tell me honestly, how did you get the two hundred million yuan?¡± Greta¡¯s face was slightly cold. If the two hundred million yuan were ill-gotten gains, she would never put on the Azure Star again! ¡°If I didn¡¯t get the money through a proper and legal means, are you willing to take it off?¡± Maxwell asked thoughtfully. ¡°Of course!¡± Greta said without hesitation, ¡°If you use the illegal means to buy it for me, I will rather choose not to own it, I don¡¯t want to feel guilt-stricken due to it.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry then, the money is absolutely legal, I assure you.¡± Maxwell patted his chest. ¡°Then how exactly did you get thisrge sum of money?¡± Greta frowned. She had analysed so much just now but still could not figure out where did he get the money from. She knew Maxwell¡¯s capability, it was impossible for him to have two hundred million yuan! ¡°Perhaps you can ask the one next to you?¡± Maxwell smiled. ¡°The one next to me?¡± Greta looked at Harriet who was sitting next to her, absolutely confused. Harriet smiled faintly, ¡°When we just entered, he said he had no confidence to enter the auction scene without money, so I lent him some.¡± ¡°Lend him some?¡± Greta¡¯s eyes widened and she was surprised. She did not expect that Maxwell¡¯s two hundred million yuan was borrowed from Harriet! Two hundred million yuan! She just simply lent him! And the word used by Harriet was ¡®some¡¯! ¡°Howe you be sovish?¡± Greta was dumbstruck and looked at Harriet. She never thought that her bestie would be so good at hiding a secret! ¡°Before Ie back to Ocean City, I have transformed the shares of the overseaspany into cash, so two hundred million yuan is just a small amount for me,¡± Harriet smiled and said, ¡°As long as you like it, no matter how expensive it is, I¡¯ll buy it for you.¡± ¡°Yeah, even if it¡¯s ten billion or hundred billion, as long as it can make President Greta happy, it¡¯s worthy to do it,¡± Maxwell grabbed the opportunity and quickly added. ¡°Shut up!¡± Greta turned her head and red at Maxwell. Her face gradually looked cold. The This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. The good image that Maxwell had built in her mind waspletely gone in an instant¡­ ¡°Okay.¡± Maxwell was aggrieved. Damn, although it was not my money, I had helped you to hit Young Master Sandoval¡¯s face¡­It was fine if you did not appreciate me at all, but you were so unkind to me. Maxwell watched the TV aggrievedly. Greta took a nce at Maxwell and sighed in her mind, feeling that this guy was really hopeless. ¡°Harriet, sorry for using your money.¡± Greta held Harriet''s arm intimately. The perfume smell of these two beauties had mixed. There was a special fragrance that was iparably strong. Maxwell secretly peeked at the two beauties through the rear-view mirror. Each of them could indeed be considered superb! Of course, Maxwell¡¯s heart belonged to Greta. Greta¡¯s long and seductive legs with ck stockings were great temptations for Maxwell! ¡­ When Maxwell¡¯s group of people arrived at home, it was the end of the auction. People swarmed out of the auction scene. Young Master Sandoval was surrounded by a group of bodyguards. He was slowly pacing and looked calm and rxed. A ck BMW was parked at the side of the road. Young Master Sandoval got into the car and one of his subordinates spoke respectfully, ¡°Young Master Sandoval, I have investigated the thing you asked me to investigatest time¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s the result?¡± Young Master Sandoval asked faintly. ¡°Max Kirk is not from Ocean City, he¡¯s from Beijing,¡± the subordinate said. ¡°Oh?¡± Young Master Sandoval¡¯s mouth curled slightly and his face became colder and colder. His entire person looked like a demon from hell! ¡°That¡¯s all I know, nothing more,¡± the subordinate said. ¡°Nothing more?¡± Young Master Sandoval frowned, grabbed the subordinate¡¯s cor and his speaking tone became chilling, ¡°Didn¡¯t I tell you to find the Adolph family to seek for more information? You totally find out nothing!¡± ¡°Young Master Sandoval, I have used the contact number you gave me to find the Adolph family¡­but they said, ¡®noment¡¯.¡± An iparably oppressive aura blossomed from Young Master Sandoval¡¯s body, causing the subordinate to be instantly panic-stricken. ¡°Noment¡­¡± Young Master Sandoval¡¯s face changed and he slowly released the subordinate¡¯s cor. He kept pondering the two words while his forehead creased¡­ The two words, ¡®noment¡¯ instantly disrupted Young Master Sandoval¡¯s n. His eyes narrowed and he turned his head to look at the window. His gaze grew even eerier. He suddenly realized that he was totally beaten by Maxwell in these recent battles! Maxwell and Greta had known quite a lot about himself¡­However, he almost did not know anything about Maxwell! ¡°Max Kirk¡­¡± Young Master Sandoval clenched his fists and his eyes were ghastly. He did not expect that he would encounter this troublesome guy as soon as he just arrived at Ocean City¡­ ¡°Contact the people of Chiba Dojo in Japan, I want to test how good and capable he is.¡± ¡­ On this day, the entrance of the Sandoval Tower continued to operate as usual. In the president¡¯s office, Greta was holding the phone, harshly scolding an unlucky employee. She put down the phone angrily after scolding the employee for a long time. Suddenly, the secretary, Melissa opened the door in a panic and said, ¡°President Greta, you should go downstairs and take a look, someone is purposely causing a disturbance.¡± ¡°Just let the security guard drive away those who are causing a disturbance.¡± Greta raised her eyebrows. ¡°No, those who cause disturbance are not ordinary people, Judy and her husband are here too,¡± Melissa flustered and said. Greta¡¯s expression changed. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down. What she saw was that Judy and a middle-aged man in a suit were standing at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower. The security guards lined up in a row to block the way entering the Sandoval Tower. They looked at the two people as if they were facing powerful enemies. ¡°Let that bitch, Gretae out, I¡¯ll rip off her mouth today!¡± Half of Judy¡¯s face was wrapped in gauze. Agitated, she shouted loudly and a lot of people gathered around not long after. ¡°Greta,e out, let¡¯s settle our matter,¡± the middle-aged man in the suit at the side slowly said. His gaze was cold and oppressive! Greta¡¯s heart throbbed and her face turned pale. Judy was clearly here to take revenge on her! ¡°President Greta, should we notify the chairman?¡± Melissa who was on the side asked. ¡°No need, this is caused by me, so I have to be the one who fixes it.¡± Greta shook her head and looked grave. Greta knew that Judy and the middle-aged man in the suit were not easy to deal with. The fact that they came here was enough to show that this matter would be very troublesome! Out of the blue, a few ck cars sped from afar and stopped one by one at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower. The square was almost filled by the cars! One by one, the men dressed in ck stepped out of their cars and swarmed towards the Sandoval Tower! ¡°Greta, if you still don¡¯te down, I¡¯ll raid your house!¡± Judy shouted triumphantly. The security guards at the entrance were ovee with fright as the ck-clothed men were tall and big in size whom a person would know they had good skills. They were very likely the thugs hired from the martial arts school by Judy! Being merely gatekeepers, it was not possible for them to be the ck-clothed men¡¯s opponent! ¡°Yo, it¡¯s crowded and lively, so many people are here.¡± Suddenly, a discordant voice sounded. Everyone looked at the direction the voice came from and saw a young man in a flowery shirt and shorts walking towards Greta while carrying a thermal instion lunch box. ¡°That¡¯s him! He¡¯s the one!¡± Judy, who was wrapped in gauze, suddenly became agitated and pointed at Maxwell, shrieking with extreme resentment. ¡°You¡¯re the one who hurt my wife?¡± The middle-aged man in the suit stepped forward in an imposing manner. A cloud of oppression engulfed Maxwell! Chapter 54: Engagement with Young Master Sandoval! Chapter 54: Engagement with Young Master Sandoval! In an instant, the ck-clothed bodyguards who had filled the square surrounded Maxwell! The atmosphere was filled with a smell of gunpowder and a fractious sense! Maxwell, who was carrying a thermal instion lunch box, looked calm. He nced thoughtfully at Judy and her husband and asked, ¡°Hurt? What do you mean hurt?¡± ¡°Poor and wretched-looking tramp, stop pretending. It was you and that bitch who cooperated to hurt me in the auction scene!¡± Judy¡¯s face darkened and she looked resentful. ¡°You fat pig, you¡¯re the one who tried to hurt me first, I was just having self-defence,¡± Maxwell looked askance at Judy and spoke indifferently. ¡°How dare you hit my wife, do you know the Morris family in Ocean City!¡± The middle-aged man in the suit narrowed his eyes and showed an imposing manner! ¡°The Morris family in Ocean City? I never heard of it,¡± Maxwell pondered for a moment and seriously said. It was totally silent. Many staff looked at Maxwell in disbelief! The Morris family in Ocean City was bound to be one of the top ten noble families in Ocean City! The real estatepanies under Judy were countless! Everyone from Ocean City would feel respectful towards the Morris family! However, Maxwell, surprisingly said he never heard of it! This was absolutely contempt! ¡°Oh no, President Greta, Maxwell¡¯s here,¡± Melissa¡¯s expression changed and urgently said. ¡°This guy never makes but always mars. He brings bad luck to me every time!¡± Greta was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window and when she saw Maxwell wearing extremely casual clothes, her stunningly gorgeous face instantly froze in extreme coldness! Without hesitation, Greta turned and hurriedly rushed towards the elevator on her heels! At this moment. the middle-aged man in the suit was staring at Maxwell so keenly that the air seemed to freeze due to his imposing manner! ¡°Then do you know who am I?¡± The middle-aged man in the suit took a step forward and he looked entirely fierce! ¡°You?¡± Maxwell carefully observed the middle-aged man in the suit. When everyone was holding their breaths, he suddenly grinned and said in an iparably arrogant manner, ¡°Who are you, is there any reason that I should know who you are?¡± ¡°Fine! Fine! Fine!¡± The middle-aged man in the suitughed furiously and uttered the word ¡®fine¡¯ three times. Out of the blue, a p was thrown at Maxwell! Maxwell looked calm and did not seem to flinch when the middle-aged man had that action. Even, there was a glint of disdain sparkling in his eyes! ¡°Pa¡ª¡± A crisp sound echoed throughout the square at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower! Startled, numerous people could not believe their eyes, the Morris family had finally shown their power! An action of pping President Greta¡¯s driver at the entrance of Sandoval Tower was actually not embarrassing Maxwell, but Greta!! This was a loud sound just like the falling thunder. It reached everyone¡¯s ears, so clear and audible! All of a sudden! The smile of the middle-aged man in the suit froze! He felt he was pping a steel te. Maxwell¡¯s muscles on his face were like high-quality steel, he had not left a single mark on Maxwell¡¯s face even if he had already used his full force! The middle-aged man in the suit retreated backward. When he looked at Maxwell, his face was dark and iparably distasteful! His heart was thumping wildly against his chest. He simply could not believe that this street punk could make his whole arm trembled numbly after giving a p! Was he a human being?! Whereas, Maxwell, rubbed his face and looked at the middle-aged man in the suit as if he was totally fine after being given a p. He smiled faintly and was so rxed as if nothing had happened, ¡°Do you feel good andfortable to give me a p?¡± Judy held the middle-aged man in the suit¡¯s arm and looked grimly at Maxwell, grudgingly warning, ¡°Poor and wretched-looking tramp, you still dare to talk back to us, go and hit him!¡± Instantly, countless ck-clothed bodyguards rushed to the front like a tidal wave, as if they were trying to drown Maxwell! ¡°Whoever kills him will have one hundred thousand yuan as a reward, whoever that can capture him alive will have half of a million yuan as a reward!¡± The middle-aged-man in the suit seconded and this made those bodyguards even crazier and more aggressive! ¡°Stop it!¡± Just at this moment, a cold shout came from the side, causing the groups of bodyguards to stop. The crowd gave the path. A gorgeous silhouette appeared at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower while moving her long legs which were wrapped in ck stockings and pacing towards them elegantly on delicate high heels. ¡°Greta.¡± The middle-aged man in the suit gazed at that gorgeous silhouette and he was slightly stunned. ¡°Mr. Baron, my driver has eyes but he has no difference from a blind person, please forgive him and let him go.¡± Greta walked to Judy¡¯s husband and exculpated for Maxwell. ¡°President Greta, it was your driver who hurt my wife first, and now he¡¯s insulting me. My reputation in Ocean City is almost ruined by him,¡± Mr. Baron said indifferently. ¡°It¡¯s due to my ineffective leadership, Mr. Baron, I¡¯ll host a banquet tonight to apologize to you in ce of my driver.¡± Greta smiled and bowed slightly. This made Mr. Baron''s eyes sparkled with hotness and excitement as he saw an extremely alluring and beautiful scene. The famous and beautiful CEO personally invited him for a dinner, how could he refuse? Judy, who was at the side, showed an even colder face. Her hands crossed at the waist and she stared at Greta with eyes filled with anger and hatred. Mr. Baron had been craving for that bitch, Greta, so he would definitely just agree with it. ¡°Fine, we¡¯ll discuss this matter tonight. President Greta, you can¡­wear something that makes you look sexier tonight,¡± Mr. Baron nced at Greta¡¯s sexy and hot body and said with hidden meaning. Then, he turned around and walked to the Mercedes that was not far away¡­ ¡°Bitch couple, wait and see!¡± Judy red at Greta and Maxwell in ruthless impersonality. Then, she followed her husband and left. Soon, those ck-clothed bodyguards also returned to the ck sedans, following the Mercedes and sped away¡­ ¡°What are you doing here? Didn¡¯t I tell you not toe to the office? You turn a deaf ear to my words?¡± Greta heaved a long sigh, turned her head and stared at Maxwell. With a smile, Maxwell lifted the thermal instion lunch box in his hand, ¡°President Greta, it¡¯s almost mealtime, I think that you may feel hungry so I am here to bring you some food.¡± ¡°Who wants to eat your food!¡± Greta snorted, drew in her breath with a long hiss and turned around to rush towards the elevator on her heels. She was apparently venting her anger. Maxwell did not care about the others who gazed at him with a strange expression and just followed Greta. Greta opened the door of the CEO¡¯s office, hurriedly entered the office and sat on the sofa. ¡°Oh, President Greta, what¡¯s going on?¡± Suddenly, a seductive voice came from the direction outside the office. Harriet who was dressed in a uniform which made her looked alluring, strolled into the office. ¡°Ask Maxwell yourself! Hees to thepany again! He did shameful things again!¡± Greta gritted her teeth and spoke fiercely. ¡°He? I asked him to deliver the food.¡± Harriet was slightly startled, thenughed. ¡°You?¡± Greta was dazzled. Her eyes widened in surprise. ¡°Yes, I think he¡¯s good at cooking so I asked him to bring food for both of us,¡± Greta smiled and said, ¡°I feel the western food cooked by him is very authentic and it is even better than some of the western food that I¡¯ve eaten in the overseas restaurants.¡± Maxwell opened the door and entered the office with his hand carrying a thermal instion lunch box. He ced it on the desk and smiled, ¡°President Greta, don¡¯t be angry.¡± Greta replied coldly, ¡°If you are not so meddlesome, I won¡¯t have to see that lecherous old guy tonight.¡± ¡°Then don¡¯t go to meet him, President Greta. Let me handle it.¡± ¡°You?¡± Greta looked at Maxwell and sneered in disdain, ¡°Do you know how powerful the Morris family is in Ocean City?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°Then do you know how difficult will the Sandoval Group be in the future if it offends the Morris family?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± ¡°Then do you know the guy by the name of Lawrence can kill you easily if he wants to do so?¡± ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± Greta sneered, ¡°You don¡¯t know everything but now you brag that you¡¯ll handle it, how are you going to handle it?¡± Maxwellughed but did not utter a word. It was not that he did not know how powerful the Morris family was in Ocean City, instead, he was just uninterested to know it¡­Even if the Morris family was the greatest family in China, it was just a matter of one call for him to exterminate the Morris family in an instant¡­ It was merely the Morris family in Ocean City. It was not worth it for him to even make a phone call¡­ ¡°Greta, I don¡¯t think the old guy is an ordinary person, are you able to deal with him?¡± Harriet sat beside Greta with her legs folded over each other and asked with interest. ¡°It should be fine if I am cautious enough,¡± Greta contemted for a while and said. Mr. Baron was promiscuous in sex rtions. He had countless mistresses outside, let alone the ones who were knocked up by him. Even those young and beautifuldies from wealthy families had had sex with him but he was still safe and sound now as no one could do anything about it. ¡°Perhaps, I should go with you,¡± Harriet suddenly said. ¡°It¡¯s better if you don¡¯t,¡± Greta looked at Harriet, ¡°I¡¯m afraid that you¡¯ll encounter even more dangerous thing if you go.¡± At this point, the secretary, Melissa opened the door and entered the office, saying, ¡°President Greta, Young Master Sandoval has invited you for a dinner tonight.¡± ¡°Tell him that I already have an appointment tonight so I¡¯m not free,¡± Greta replied coldly. ¡°But he¡­he said¡­¡± Melissa wished to speak but stopped on second thought. Her angelic and pure N?velDrama.Org owns this text. face looked embarrassed. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Greta put down the document in hand and looked up to ask. ¡°But he said¡­this is the family banquet of the Sandoval family, so he said you and the chairman must attend as it¡¯s about the engagement¡­¡± Maxwell¡¯s expression abruptly changed. It looked iparably distasteful and embarrassing¡­He was muddle-headed! Engagement! What the hell was this! He totally did not know it! Chapter 55: Eijiro Chiba! Chapter 55: Eijiro Chiba! ¡°Engagement?¡± Greta¡¯s face looked cold and her eyes glowed in fury, ¡°Tell him to get lost!¡± The secretary, Melissa was obviously shocked by Greta¡¯s overreaction. As far as she could remember, this beautiful CEO was always calm and had rarely been so agitated and furious. ¡°President Greta, is it good if I simply find an excuse to reject him politely?¡± Melissa hesitated. Young Master Sandoval was a powerful person from Beijing. Even the one in the city hall of Ocean City could not afford to offend him, let alone the Sandoval Group. This is from N?velDrama.Org. The Sandoval Group was only a hegemon in the business world. Whereas, the Sandoval family in the capital city was not only involved in business but also military, medicine and even artificial intelligence which was popr recently and also politics. These fields were all rted to the Sandoval family. This was also the reason why Young Master Sandoval could be so cocky¡­He indeed had the eligibility and capability to act in that way! ¡°Whatever you like,¡± Greta said faintly. ¡°Okay.¡± Melissa took a nce at Maxwell at the side and her face suddenly changed as she had apparently realized that she said something that she should not say. ¡°President Greta, I¡¯ll go out first then,¡± said Melissa. ¡°Okay.¡± Greta nodded. Melissa quickly fled out of the office. After Melissa left, Maxwell looked at Greta and saidiningly, ¡°What does the engagement mean?¡± ¡°None of your business.¡± Greta nced coldly at Maxwell and looked at the tall buildings outside the window. A hint of confusion shed in her eyes. ¡°What about the family banquet of the Sandoval¡¯s family tonight?¡± Maxwell was determined and continued to ask questions. ¡°Is there any reason that you should know?¡± Greta nced at him coldly. ¡°It¡¯s because I¡¯m your husband,¡± Maxwell said. ¡°A husband in name only, why you take it so seriously?¡± Greta smiled disdainfully. ¡°Greta, what¡¯s going with the engagement between you and Young Master Sandoval?¡± At the side, Harriet asked. Greta turned her head and looked at Harriet, ¡°Last time, we agreed to have the engagement and I couldn¡¯t refuse it. So, my father let Maxwell marry me as a way to reject the engagement between I and Young Master Sandoval.¡± ¡°Young Master Sandoval is a powerful person in Ocean City. It¡¯s good that you marry him, why will you resist?¡± Harriet frowned. The Sandoval family was very powerful in Beijing in which many noble families wanted to have a connection with it through marriage. Also, Young Master Sandoval was impressive- looking so he could easily make thedies of the wealthy families fell in love with him. Having marriage with the Sandoval family was something that countless people dreamed of. However, Greta surprisingly refused to, so Harriet really could not understand why. ¡°The reason why the members of the Sandoval family want to have the engagement is because they want to take control of the Sandoval Group,¡± Greta sighed and said. ¡°The Sandoval family in the capital city is already very powerful and the members totally do not care about the Sandoval Group in Ocean City at all, so how is it possible for them to sacrifice Young Master Sandoval just to take control of the Sandoval Group?¡± Maxwell suddenly spoke to point out a true fact. The fact that Young Master Sandoval was a very important existence to the Sandoval family was undeniable. Young Master Sandoval was very likely to inherit the Sandoval family to be the young owner of the Sandoval family¡­Such a person had unlimited potential in the future so his family would never allow him to be confined in Ocean City. Greta looked at Maxwell and she was surprised, ¡°True, the Sandoval family is not interested in the Sandoval Group. My father told me that the Sandoval family actually wants the right to develop the Harbour Airport which is owned by the Sandoval Group.¡± ¡°Oh, I see.¡± Harriet showed a serious face. It was only then Maxwell and Harriet understood what was the reason Young Master Sandoval would put so much effort toe all the way from Beijing. The Harbour Airport was indeed valuable enough to make him put so much effort. And the engagement was the most ideal way for the Sandoval family to own the right to develop the Harbour Airport. Among the circle of high-status people and noble families, there were many simr things like this. ¡°Anyway, I won¡¯t agree with his condition,¡± Greta looked calm, ¡°In the worst case, I¡¯ll take all the responsibility.¡± ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Greta, with me and Maxwell, everything will be fine,¡± Harriet gently consoled her. Maxwell nodded and seconded, ¡°That¡¯s right, even if he¡¯s the emperor also cannot!¡± Greta turned and gazed at Maxwell. Although she felt that Maxwell could not do anything for her, Maxwell¡¯s and Harriet¡¯s words made her felt warm. Her heart that was full of loneliness trembled suddenly at that moment. Greta smiled and nodded her head. ¡­ Inside the private room of a five-star hotel, someone was standing beside the bed, overlooking the whiskey filled with ice that pervaded the air with an intoxicating aroma. All of a sudden, a subordinate walked up to the person and respectfully said, ¡°Young Master Sandoval, I have informed Greta ording to your instructions, but she¡­she¡­¡± Suddenly, the subordinate¡¯s words trailed off and he stopped speaking. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Young Master Sandoval frowned and asked. ¡°She declined,¡± the subordinate said. ¡°Declined?¡± Young Master Sandoval¡¯s face suddenly turned cold and her voice crackled with a harshness that sounded terrifying! ¡°How dare she note to my family banquet? The agreement about the engagement was done long ago, is she trying to go back on her promise?!¡± Young Master Sandoval spoke slowly in an iparably stern tone that no one could doubt! ¡°The members of the Sandoval family will be here tonight. How am I supposed to exin if she doesn¡¯t ¡°Young Master Sandoval, Greta is already married; perhaps this is why she dares to reject you¡­¡± The subordinate¡¯s body quivered instinctively as Young Master Sandoval looked extremely terrifying at that moment! ¡°Married? The guy¡¯s just a loser, who gives her the courage to reject me?¡± Young Master Sandoval smiled mockingly and took a sip of whiskey. His eyes shed bolts of lightning. ¡°The people from Chiba Dojo should be arriving soon, right?¡± Young Master Sandoval asked. ¡°Half an hourter, they¡¯ll arrive at Ocean City,¡± the subordinate said. ¡°Let¡¯s go, follow me to wee them,¡± Young Master Sandoval¡¯s lips curled into a strange smile, ¡°Tonight, I¡¯ll make that bitch, Gretapletely sumbs to me!¡± ¡­ In an international airport in Ocean City A private jet slowlynded. After the cabin door opened, a ck-clothed man wearing sunsses slowly stepped out of the cabin and walked down the stairway. Underneath the ck lenses, an intent to kill people was umting and it was able to be easily felt by others! Behind him, there were ck-clothed men with an indifferent look. Their bodies were showing a fierce intent to kill people which made them looked very ferocious! They just followed the ck-clothed man to move out of the cabin, so unbridled and arrogant! The surrounding tourists stayed far away, totally not daring to approach them¡­They were bound to be very dangerous and aggressive! No one could afford to offend them! They just walked all the way out of the airport. The ck-clothed man at the front was very arrogant that when he gazed around, his eyes were filled with intense disdain! ¡°China¡­sick man of East Asia, is still so weak that it is totally inferior to my country,¡± the ck-clothed manmented disdainfully with broken Mandarin. ¡°Hey! Who do you think you are? You¡¯re just a foreign devil, stop pretending. By looking at you¡­ I can know that your country is so-so too!¡± Suddenly, a punk with his body filled with tattoo sneered and said loudly. He was a gangster so, in his view, these ck-clothed men were just pretending to be good. But at this moment, those ck-clothed men turned and looked at that punk. The punk instantly felt that he was engulfed by danger! The punk¡¯s expression changed. An ufortable premonition of cold fear pervaded his senses! These people were not ordinary people! ¡°Bang!¡± A ck-clothed man stepped out. His movement was so fast that no one could even see it clearly! In the blink of an eye, the punk was kicked out and he fell onto the ground, spitting blood like crazy! The tourists in the surrounding were awe-struck and horrified. They quickly took a few steps backward! ¡°China¡­is still so vulnerable!¡± The ck-clothed man nced at the punk with a sense of superiority arising. Out of the blue, a ck BMW came galloping from the far side of the road! The ck-clothed man looked at the BMW which stopped. The door was opened and a handsome figure stepped out of the car. ¡°So, you¡¯re the young master of Chiba Dojo, Eijiro Chiba?¡± Young Master Sandoval smiled and asked politely. ¡°Exactly.¡± The ck-clothed man did not take off his sunsses. In his view, he did not even bother to look at weak trash like Young Master Sandoval! ¡°Who¡¯s the one that Young Master Sandoval wants me to kill?¡± Aaron asked slowly. ¡°Just a trash.¡± Young Master Sandoval smiled faintly. Chapter 56: In the Heat of the Night Chapter 56: In the Heat of the Night Eijiro Chiba was locking his eyes on Young Master Sandoval. He took one step forward all of a sudden and the air seemed to freeze. ¡°Since it¡¯s just a waste, why did young master ask me toe all the way here?¡± Eijiro rumbled. His oppressive aura made Sandoval¡¯s subordinates trembled and even hard to breathe. Eijiro reckoned Sandoval, meaning meant to humiliate him. He was the young heir of the Chiba Dojo, the number one genius in the one sword style of the imperial city, yet he came to China just to finish a waste! Taking a musket to kill a butterfly, it was no more than a contempt and a humiliation to him! ¡°Mr. Chiba, as long as you could bring me the waste¡¯s head, I¡¯ll definitely reward you with huge amount of money. If you could even snatch the woman by his side over, I¡¯ll grant any of your wish.¡± Sandoval N?velDrama.Org (C) content. spoke ndly. Although he was encountered with Eijiro¡¯s extremely powerful aura, he was still ¡°If not for returning the favorfavor I owed many years ago, the moment I reach here everything here will be destroyed,¡± Eijiro gazed at Sandoval and said profoundly. Sandoval nced at the men in ck behind with level eyes. Those men were all aces in the one sword style of the imperial capital and with the power of the organization, assassinating the president of a country would be no more than a breeze. ¡°Mr. Chiba, I¡¯ve set up a banquet for all of you and I¡¯d like to treat you a dinner for your arrival,¡± Sandoval said. ¡°Chinese cuisine is not yet qualified to meet my taste buds. We¡¯ll talk again when your cuisine is as delicate as our empire¡¯s cuisine,¡± Eijiro said coldly. Sandoval let out a smile and replied. ¡°Mr. Chiba, what we prepared for you is exactly the Kobe beef and top-ss sashimi airfreighted from the empire that I guarantee it would match your preference.¡± ¡°Let¡¯s go.¡± Eijiro nodded and walked towards the ck cars at the back. In one of the private rooms of the hotel, Sandoval was knee sitting on the tatami with Eijiro. His smile was gentle and cheerful. ¡°Mr. Chiba, after killing that man, you need only to bring that woman to me. I only want that woman alive, as for what happen to her¡­I¡¯ll not ask a word.¡± Sandoval took a sip of the sake and spoke obscurely. Eijiro lifted his head and shot a profound look from his cold eyes. ¡°I suppose young master means to let me enjoy that woman first?¡± ¡°I initially wanted to give her to Mr. Chiba after a round of discipline, yet she failed to appreciate my kindness and contradicted me over and over again, therefore I could only let Mr. Chiba take care of the trouble.¡± Sandoval spoke ndly. ¡°Mr. Chiba need not be courteous to her. If you¡¯re fond of her until then, I have no problem letting you take her, as long as you give me some time to let me have the thing I want.¡± Sandoval ced a few photos on the desk while saying. Eijiro picked up the photos and they were all obviously regarding Greta Sandoval. She had a curvy figure, sexy and bewitching looks, especially her alluring long legs in the photos. Even a slight instinctive desire had aroused in Eijiro who used to have aposed gaze. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, young master,¡± Eijiro said with a not so fluent Chinese, ¡°They¡¯re just some sick men of East Asia. It¡¯s a piece of cake.¡± ¡°Good, then I¡¯ll wait for Mr. Chiba¡¯s good news.¡± Sandoval picked up a slice of sashimi and put it into his mouth. The corner of his lips curved profoundly. The night in the Ocean City would no longer be peaceful. ¡­ It waste at night. An S-ss Maybach car slowly went to a stop at the side of the road. On the street which was aze by the street lights, a charming woman stepped out of the car and headed towards a nearby hotel while stepping on her own shadow. Le followed immediately after parking the car. She stayed at Greta¡¯s side all the time and looked around cautiously after they walked into the hotel, watching out for any possible danger that might ur at anytime. Greta walked into a reserved suite while Le guarded the entrance. Greta noticed Mr. Baron had already sat inside the suite when she walked in. ¡°Mr. Baron, it¡¯s my fault for beingte. I just encountered the evening peak.¡± A trace of guilt was seen on Greta¡¯s face when she sat down. Mr. Baron threw a nce towards her and noticed she did listen to him tonight as expected. She looked unbelievably sexy in her dress, even Maxwell who had gotten married for three months did not encounter such a sexy, goddess-like President Greta before. She was wearing a ckce uniform which looked like some sort of sexy lingerie. Her attractive cleavage was seen under her snowy and tender neck, and her long legs were exposed under her tight- fitted skirt. The sharp contrast of her ck outfit and white skin was highly seductive, and any man who saw this would bleed their nose fiercely. Greta had gone all out. For the sake of the Sandoval Group, Derrick and her family, she forced herself to wear highly revealing clothes and endure Mr. Baron¡¯s tant and almostscivious look. Mr. Baron did not utter a word and was locking his eyes on Greta¡¯s sexy dressing while breathing fast, especially during the moment she sat down. The tight skirt was extremely short. If she had not closed her legs and had opened a little instead, he would be able to see her private part. ¡°Mr. Baron, Mr. Baron¡­¡± Mr. Baron only pulled his mind from his secret desirous thought back to the present when Greta called him softly while enduring his tant look. ¡°Greta, your dress today looks really nice.¡± He praised and his eyes inevitably moved down. His eyes almost clung to her exposedp. Greta let out an awkward smile. She poured a ss of wine and lifted the wine ss. She then spoke with an attractive voice. ¡°Mr. Baron, I¡¯m so sorry that I¡¯ve beente. I¡¯ll drink this as a forfeit.¡± She gulped the wine down. The wine flowed down from the corner of her lips and dropped into her cleavage in the end. Mr. Baron became more excited when he witnessed that. His eyes locked on her sexy figure and heughed. ¡°You don¡¯t have to do this, Greta.¡± ¡°Mr. Baron, the second ss is to apologize for my subordinate¡¯s wrong doing.¡± She then poured another ss of wine and gulped it down. ¡°Greta, your subordinate was acting bold, but I didn¡¯t care about it at all. I¡¯m already d to have you apanying me for a dinner today.¡± Heughed. ¡°I truly admire Mr. Baron¡¯s great generosity and benevolence.¡± Greta¡¯s rosy lips curved into a bewitching smile. Mr. Baron then changed the topic of the conversation all of a sudden. He stared at Greta and asked, ¡°Greta, I¡¯m wondering what you think of the matter I told youst time.¡± Greta¡¯s heart leapt and she slightly panicked, yet she was still beingposed. ¡°Mr. Baron, I¡¯ve used to be bad at remembering things and I¡¯ve seemed to forget about it¡­¡± Mr. Baron stared at her tantly and spoke in a profound manner. ¡°You¡¯ve forgotten? Then let me remind you. Greta, I¡¯ve been fond of you all the time, and I¡¯ve mentioned before that as long as you¡¯re willing to apany me for one night, the Stanford family would be your strongest backbone¡­¡± Greta lowered her head feeling slightly awkward and said, ¡°Mr. Baron, the Sandoval Group now is good, and I¡¯ve gotten married. I¡¯m afraid it¡¯s not suitable to talk about this now¡­¡± ¡°I have some informers in the Ocean City, and I notice the Sandoval Group is not getting really well recently. There are too many parties having thoughts on you and it¡¯s hard to count.¡± Mr. Baron paused and continued. ¡°Greta, the price you pay is very small, yet when you have my support, do you think they¡¯ll still dare to do things to the Sandoval Group?¡± He suddenly extended his hand and grabbed Greta¡¯s hand without her notice. ¡°Mr. Baron.¡± Greta let out a shudder and calmly removed her hand from his grasp with a slightly changed expression. ¡°Greta appreciates Mr. Baron¡¯s kindness, yet Greta doesn¡¯t really need¡­¡± Mr. Baron instantly pulled a long face and his tone of voice became cold. ¡°Greta, do you know what would be your consequence if you reject me? There¡¯s still no one in the Ocean City who dare to offend the Stanford family!¡± He gazed at her gloomily and spoke with a threatening tone. ¡°You¡¯ll be the first, Greta.¡± ¡°Even Derrick has to be deferential in front of me. The reason I offer you a chance is because I expect much from you. Yet you¡¯ve truly disappointed me¡­¡± Silence prevailed across the whole suite when he spoke. Greta gazed at Mr. Baron with her beautiful eyes and secretly deemed he was using the carrot and stick approach. ¡­ A group of security guards was patrolling along the fence outside the hotel which was aze with lights. None of them realized that a line of dark shadows was crawling at the corner of the wall and advancing slowly. The shadows did not let out a single voice. The sound they made was too small that the guards did not detect them at all when they passed through them. At the backyard of the garden, one shadow was leaping across the fence followed by the other and all of them hadnded silently. The leader of the shadows had a very well-built body and his outfit was as ck as ink. He approached the hotel at high speed under the cover of the night. The scabbard he carried on his waist trembled and the sound was so soft that it almost vanished into the silent air. One of the guards who was patrolling nearby suddenly stopped. His acute hearing ability made him turned in confusion and his eyes widened at once, looking appalled. Eijiro¡¯s face turned bleak and his powerful aura to kill was spread across the whole backyard of the hotel. He took a leap at the blink of an eye and became a delusionary shadow when he moved at high speed. A shiny white long de was unsheathed when he approached the guard. The guard wanted to scream, yet he suddenly realized he could not let out a single voice. As he widened his eyes, a trace of scarlet liquid was left on his neck. Eijiro retrieved his de frigidly when the blood trace appeared and he dashed towards the hotel. The guard¡¯s head was detached from his body shortly. It fell and crashed onto the ground while the rest of the ck shadows unsheathed their des. The sharp and shiny des almost lightened up the sky as their ferocious aura to kill was spread across. A strict voice instantly rang from every earphone that was worn by the shadows which were hiding around the hotel. ¡°Everyone please move now. Kill the target and kill everyone thates in your way!¡± The shadows rampaged and unsheathed their des. They rushed towards the hotel under the cover of the night sky and soon enough, shrills were heard everywhere which echoed in the hotel. Cold light bounced from the sharp des as a cruel and bloody show was on air. Peace was finally bestowed upon the outside of the hotel when every shadow had rushed towards the nine o¡¯clock direction of the hotel, leaving only the light smell of blood in the air, as if nothing had ever happened¡­ ¡­ A ck BMW car was parked silently beside a road not far away from the hotel. Young Master Sandoval was throwing a level and obscure gaze towards the hotel inside the car. One subordinate walked out of the hotel and reached the side of the car. He lowered his voice and spoke with deference. ¡°Young master, everything¡¯s going well.¡± ¡°Okay.¡± Sandoval spoke ndly. ¡°Is young master worried of them?¡± Another subordinate asked in confusion. ¡°No.¡± Sandoval shook his head and his expression was hard to interpret. ¡°There would be a good show tonight, and I don¡¯t want to miss it.¡± ¡°A show?¡± The subordinate was slightly startled. Sandoval nodded and spoke slowly. ¡°In the heat of the night!¡± Chapter 57: Desperado Chapter 57: Desperado Maxwell was doing household chores as usual in the mansion while Harriet was reading a magazine on the couch. As Maxwell was starting to wipe the tea table, a voice came from the side at once. ¡°So you don¡¯t intend to show some gratitude for the favor I gave you during the auction?¡± Maxwell¡¯s hand which was wiping the table stopped and he turned his head to the side. Harriet had put down the magazine and was staring at him with an interested look. With a startled look he let out a wry smile. ¡°A great favor is not enough to be thanked by words, therefore I chose to keep silent and repay it with my achievement.¡± Harriet chuckled and replied. ¡°Yeah, nice one. With your talking skill, no wonder Gret gives in to you¡­I have to say you¡¯re really bold when ites to spending other¡¯s money. Do you think my money is just a piece of paper? I can¡¯t believe you dare bidding two hundred million yuan for the sake of your pride,¡± she said gruffly. Maxwell gave her a ttering smile and said, ¡°I only did it for Greta. That money was not to show how awesome I am, but to protect Greta¡¯s dignity. I certainly could not let that young master gets his way¡­ Greta¡¯s reputation is high in the Ocean City and her dignity is more important than anything else. Even three or four hundred million yuan is worth it.¡± ¡°But is that money yours? Only you can be thatposed when you take and spend my money without any guilt.¡± Harriet let out a chuckle and crossed her arms over her chest. ¡°You and Greta are besties. You would be willing to do it even if you¡¯re the one who spend the money.¡± Maxwell spoke with interest. Harriet was slightly shocked and she then glimpsed at him with a profound look. ¡°Moral ckmail does not work for me. Spending two hundred million yuan at a time, you¡¯re not really frugal,¡± she said with her heart ached. ¡°Harriet, I know there must be quite much money in your bank card and two hundred million yuan is just a small case for you.¡± Maxwell chuckled. ¡°How did you know?¡± Harriet was taken aback by his words. Although she had lent him her bank card, she had never told him the exact amount of the money in the bank card and she wondered how he knew about that. ¡°You must have earnedrge amount of money overseas, or else you won¡¯t be willing to return to this small city. You must have earned enough and with your ability, I won¡¯t be surprised if you¡¯ve earned billions or even ten billions yuan,¡± Maxwell said ndly. ¡°I owe you a favor this time. Whenever you need me in the future, I¡¯ll definitely be there, be it to climb the mountain of swords or to plunge into the sea of fire.¡± He patted his chest. ¡°Ohe on, do I need you to owe me a favor?¡± Harriet smiled and shook her head, still maintaining herposure; Maxwell smiled without minding her words. She would not know how many top forces from the overseas had spent their money extravagantly just to win the Dragon Lord¡¯s favor, yet Maxwell had not cared about them a bit, and the number of people who was able to have the Dragon Lord¡¯s promise was only miniature. The Dragon Lord never made his promise easily, therefore the colossi from the overseas used to say that the Dragon Lord¡¯s promise was extremely precious and valuable. Even some small forces had treated the receipt of the Dragon Lord¡¯s promise as the utmost honor. If those international warlords knew that an ordinary female president had dared to reject the Dragon Lord¡¯s offer, they would undoubtedly be so shocked that their eyes popped out and coughed blood due to rage and anxiety. As Maxwell stood up and walked towards the huge backyard behind the mansion, his phone rang in a hurry. He took out his phone and nced at the screen of the phone with a level gaze that grew more and more obscure. He picked up the call and asked with a soft voice that was barely audible. ¡°What happen?¡± ¡°Boss, bad news, the Japanese hase.¡± A young man spoke with a serious voice at the other end of the phone. ¡°Japan¡­why didn¡¯t they continue staying at that tiny little ce instead of looking for trouble here?¡± Maxwell asked and squinted. His frivolous andnguid aura vanished and was reced by a ruthless and powerful aura. ¡°They belong to the one sword style school in the imperial capital.¡± The young man¡¯s words made his eyes zed over with thoughts. The one sword style school in the imperial capital was the top force in Japan in terms of kendo. It taught the top sword skills in the whole of Japan and every ace from the school was a natural killer! ¡°Eijiro Chiba, the young heir of the Chiba Dojo has brought his own men here to the Ocean City and I¡¯m afraid their intention is not good!¡± The man¡¯s words made Maxwell¡¯s urge to kill exploded. His powerful aura made the flowers at the backyard shivered and the temperature of the yard dropped. ¡°Is the Chiba family seeking for its own demise? His grandpa did not even have the courage yet he as the grandson hase.¡± Maxwell sneered. ¡°Boss, Eijiro Chiba was picked up by Young Master Sandoval the moment he walked out of the international airport.¡± As the man finished his words, Maxwell¡¯s expression changed instantly. Sandoval! It¡¯s him! He suddenly understood why the people from the one sword style school would him and Greta! ¡°Damn you, Sandoval. If you darey a finger on my woman, I¡¯ll definitely let you die!¡± A handsome face that was wearing a creepy smile floated before his eyes. His mind was unreadable, just like his¡­ Maxwell had never expected Sandoval colluding with the Japanese pirates to deal with Greta. He clenched his fists and veins bulged on his arm like ferocious and horrifying dragons. Sandoval¡¯s action hadpletely sparked Maxwell¡¯s anger and it also meant he had been cklisted. Maxwell took one step forward and vanished into thin air. He was darting towards the far end like a lightning. ¡­ Inside the hotel, color unnoticeably flooded Greta¡¯s smooth and delicate face. The alluring fragrance apanied by a light alcohol smell from her body was far more bewitching. Mr. Baron was giving a lewd stare to Greta who was half-drunk and his eyes were filled with lust. One of his hands had held her slim waist while the other was approaching herrge boobs as he caressed her loin. Greta would definitely refuse to let that jerk do what he wanted during normal time, yet she was now in a daze and she would not remember what happened the next day she woke up even if she had been slept. As Mr. Baron¡¯s hand was about to touch her boobs, the ss window of the suite was smashed into pieces. One shadow leapt into the suite from the outside followed the other and Mr. Baron widened his eyes due to shock at once. ¡°Who are you?¡± Mr. Baron was both horrified and raged when he saw them yet he quickly regained his ¡°How much money do you want? I can give you whatever you want.¡± Theers did not utter a word and they stared at him with an icy look. Just then, a series of hurried footsteps echoed from the corridor outside the room. A man showed up at the entrance of the suite while holding a long de drenched with fresh blood. Mr. Baron¡¯s pupils shrank the moment he saw the de in the man¡¯s hand and he was feeling uneasy and nervous. ¡°Who on earth are you? Tell me what you want and I¡¯ll give it to you.¡± He tried to calm himself down. How could he expect that a simple dinner would attract a bunch of desperadoes? The air was filled with a light smell of blood. With his sharp mind, he could directly tell that those people were not ordinary robbers and they could most probably be the killers hired by his enemy. Eijiro nced at his surrounding and saw Greta who was in Mr. Baron¡¯s arms. Lust shed across his eyes. The woman that was mentioned by Sandoval must be her. ¡°We¡¯re here to kill you.¡± He spoke ndly without giving Mr. Baron a glimpse at all. The moment he finished his words, those killers that surrounded Mr. Baron tightly all took one step forward. ¡°Stop!¡± Mr. Baron panicked and roared. ¡°Do you know who I am?¡± Those killers froze as expected. ¡°I¡¯m the head of the Stanford family---¡± Without even letting him finish his words, something was shot from Eijiro¡¯s hand and it pierced through Mr. Baron¡¯s chest. It was a dart. Mr. Baron widened his eyes and a trace of blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth. He could have never guessed that those people did not care about his identity and status at all! ¡°Coward.¡± Eijiro spoke ndly and threw a disdainful glimpse. His eyes fell on Greta who was half- drunk and he asked, ¡°Young Master Sandoval said that there¡¯s still another man here. Did you see him?¡± ¡°No. We only saw the woman who was guarding the entrance. She was already defeated by us.¡± A subordinate answered. ¡°Let¡¯s go. I¡¯ll lead you all to enjoy the fun.¡± Eijiro stared at Greta¡¯s writhing sexy figure and a reckless smile broke upon his lips. Chapter 58: Young Master Sandoval’s Lapse Chapter 58: Young Master Sandoval¡¯s Lapse The killers all looked at Greta at one with their breathing sped up. ¡°What a beauty¡­It¡¯s been too long to see such a perfect woman¡­¡± Someone muttered with a not so fluent Chinese. Eijiro was wearing an icy smile. Those beauties in Japan were far no match against Greta, just like leaves that set off the flower. Greta was the gorgeous flower and they were only a bunch of uncultured women without taste. ¡°Let¡¯s go. You can do whatever you want when we take them back!¡± He stepped out of the suite and saw Le who had fainted at the entrance. His eyes fell on her dainty figure. She had a nice body too, yet she had fainted away due to excessive blood loss when she was given a stab at the abdomen. Eijiro shook his head. This type of woman was hard to mess. The gang passed through the corridor. They walked out of the lift and decided to walk casually out of the hotel from the main entrance. Silence prevailed across the hotel and every part of it was filled with strong smell of blood except the suites that were being upied. Corpses that belonged to those who did not die in peace and broken limbs were scattered everywhere, depicting an utmost terrifying bloody scene. It was all the work of those from the Chiba Dojo in Japan. To them, those East Asia sick men deserved to die. Suddenly, a shadow loomed at the main entrance of the hotel. Eijiro stopped and his pupils shrank. It turned out he was not aware of the abrupt appearance of the ¡°Who¡¯s that?¡± With a roar, he shot a barrage of darts out with force. Theer tossed a touch of me casually and it hit the dart down. As the me dropped onto the ground, Eijiro was startled when he lowered his head and gazed at the floor because it was actually a cigarette butt! Theer had hit the sharp dart down effortlessly with a cigarette butt! How was that possible and how on earth did he do it? ¡°Who on earth are you?¡± Eijiro took one step forward and was surrounded by a powerful aura. The horrifying aura to kill intended to engulf and suffocate Maxwell. Eijiro was the ace in the one sword style of the imperial city and also the young heir of the Chiba Dojo. The number of those who died in his hands was too many to count and he was the most terrifying headsman of all time! ¡°Put my wife down.¡± Theer spoke slowly with a level voice. ¡°Wife?¡± Eijiro threw a glimpse at Greta who was already drunk and unconscious, and let out a disdainful smile. ¡°So she¡¯s your wife?¡± ¡°Yes. Put her down, and disappear from my line of sight this instant,¡± Maxwell said calmly as if he was saying something extremely normal. ¡°How reckless.¡± Eijiro¡¯s expression turned icy and at the same time, a man in ck stepped out from his back and rushed towards Maxwell with a long de at hand. Eijiro gazed at Maxwell once again. He was the young heir of the Chiba Dojo and how could he ept the order of an East Asia sick man? The killer shed and showed up before Maxwell¡¯s eyes. As he was going to raise his de, Maxwell suddenly gave a kick and mmed his foot straight onto the killer¡¯s chest. With a loud bang, the killer This is from N?velDrama.Org. flew backwards like a broken kite and crashed onto the counter. The horrifyingly immense force had made the counter cracked. Eijiro turned his head and his heart plummeted when he saw that. That killer had widened his eyes and was obviously killed by a single kick. How exactlyrge should a force be in order to aplish that? ¡°Who on earth are you really?¡± Eijiro questioned once again with a gloomy expression. ¡°I¡¯m the son in him---¡± Cold light glimmered on the long de in Eijiro¡¯s hand and the killers all rushed and surrounded Maxwell at once. Their movement was as fast as lightning and a war was about to break out amidst the stagnant air. Maxwell was at the centre of the typhoon which wasposed of the frightening sharp des, yet his eyes were still calm without any fear and he was actually simmering with contempt. It was then a killer showed up from thin air at Maxwell¡¯s back with a long de that was about to pierce through him. The waving of the de was silent and even the piercing sound through the air was so soft almost resembling the sound of a breeze. Maxwell leaned his body to the side andnded his fist on theer¡¯s face. The crispy breaking sound of the bone was heard and theer¡¯s nose bridge was broken easily like breaking a tofu. ¡°Die!¡± Another bunch of killers dashed towards Maxwell almost during the same time heunched the attack and the air was echoed with the killers¡¯ frightening roar. Maxwell gave a hard push and one of the killers blocked the darts flying towards Maxwell with his chest. Maxwell counterattacked by swirling his leg andnded his knee hard on the killer¡¯s lower abdomen. The killer¡¯s organs were then instantly shattered into pieces by the intense vibration. ¡°How could he have such a frightening speed and power? Is he a god?¡± One of the killers seemed greatly horrified. As swordsmen, they have attained the summit in terms of speed and could not be defeated, yet all the attacks theyunched at Maxwell were repelled and had gone to no avail. Maxwell¡¯s speed seemed to about to go against physicsw and he was absolutely an existence that could not be imagined! At the blink of an eye, the killers around Eijiro were all defeated and all these events took no more than half a minute. Eijiro was pulling a long face as the people he brought this time were all aces in the one sword style of the imperial city, yet each of them could not withstand even one attack from Maxwell. Who on earth is that man? There were even not many people of his kind at the overseas! A legend-like man had actually existed in China, the inferior and filthynd! ¡°Who¡­who on earth are you?¡± Eijiro was greatly shocked when he saw his men all defeated and wounded. ¡°Even the establisher of one sword style, Shusaku Chiba did not dare to stand before me.¡± Maxwell spoke ndly and coldly. Watching Eijiro trembled, Maxwell gave him an obscure look and continued slowly. ¡°Have you thought of the consequence when youy your hands on my woman?¡± He tossed a dagger towards Eijiro as he spoke. Eijiro caught it and his expression froze. He could hardly feel his legs when he looked at the wakizashi which was used to cut belly in disbelief. He had never seen it in real life before but he had seen it through books for countless times. That was not just any ordinary wakizashi that was used to cut belly as it was said that his ancestor, Shusaku Chiba had used the wakizashi to exchange for his life from an unknown person. Legend said that whoever possessed the wakizashi could wipe out the Chiba family and the family could not even resist! Only those from the family knew that it was actually because they were absolutely no match against the one who carried the wakizashi. In order to live, Shusaku had handed the wakizashi over back then and he promised that the descendants of the Chiba family would live a peaceful life and would not start war. ¡°How¡­how could it be you?¡± There was only terror left in Eijiro¡¯s eyes and his body had be stiff and cold. ¡°Your ancestor promised he would not start wars back then and the descendants of the Chiba family would not take one step out of Japan¡­It looks like I¡¯ve been too kind,¡± Maxwell said slowly. He stared at Eijiro with an icy look, making him pulling a long face. ¡°No¡­that¡¯s not possible¡­¡± Eijiro inevitably shook his head. He could not dare to believe that the one from overseas had showed up in China, and was actually the son inw of the Sandoval family! ¡°You could never be the one¡­You¡¯re an impostor!¡± he yelled deliriously. ¡°Not willing to give up? Then I¡¯ll make you surrender now¡­¡± With a cial stare, the thirst for blood was sensed from his eyes. Eijiro started to be terrified. Maxwell¡¯s look was as cruel and cold as an animal, and his desire to kill was far more horrifying than his. How many bloody wars should one experience in order to have that kind of look and who could have faked that powerful aura? He could only be the one! Thest bit of pride held by Eijiro finally shattered and he plunged to his knees onto the ground, his knees almost broke to pieces. Maxwell stood there with superiority and he stared at Eijiro who was dejected with contempt. ¡°I was blind¡­It¡¯s all my own personal doings¡­I¡¯ve crept out without my family¡¯s notice¡­I only wanted to have more power to speak in the family. I beg you; please don¡¯t annihte my family¡­¡± Eijiro trembled. He was finally desperate. He knew he had caused a huge trouble that he had actually offended the existence that could not be rebelled. Eijiro was filled with remorse. If he had known the background and identity of that woman, he would not dare to ept the mission! He hated Sandoval¡¯s guts at this moment. He must have done that on purpose and was nning to harm him! ¡°Tell Sandoval, that soon enough, I¡¯ll take his head off,¡± Maxwell gazed at Eijiro and said slowly. ¡°After all these, please kill yourself with the knife.¡± Maxwell¡¯s voice grew softer and softer as he walked away. Until Eijiro lifted his head, Maxwell was already nowhere to be seen. ¡­ Maxwell walked into the hotel and carried Greta who was half-drunk out. As he reached the side of the road, a silver Rolls-Royce Phantom car showed up before him on time. The door of the car was opened and a handsome face entered his line of sight. ¡°I suppose I¡¯m notte? Boss,¡± the handsome young man asked while chewing his gum. ¡°Le is still inside. Go check her out,¡± Maxwell put Greta at the backseat and said. ¡°Sure.¡± The young man got out of the car and hurried towards the hotel. He carried Le back to the car after a short while and took bandage and drugs from the emergency kit at the trunk to stop the blood. After some emergency treatments, he said, ¡°She was given a stab with only few centimeters away from the heart and she almost lost her life. Luckily her body is strong and she¡¯s able to survive. With such excellent sword skills, they must be from the one sword style school in the imperial capital.¡± His expression went slightly gloomy. Maxwell nodded and replied, ¡°Send me back first.¡± The man was startled. ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to the hospital?¡± ¡°There are too many people in the hospital. It¡¯s not safe.¡± Maxwell spoke obscurely. He was afraid that Sandoval would y his tricks again and threatened his and Greta¡¯s life. ¡°Do those from the one sword style school not want to live anymore? If they darey a finger on my sister inw, we¡¯llunch a missile and destroy their tiny little country!¡± The man gritted his teeth and was looking furious. ¡°Sandoval, I¡¯ll deal with him nicely.¡± Maxwell spoke with thoughts. ¡­ Along the road not far away from the hotel, a ck BMW car had just set off and was on its way back to the hotel. All of a sudden, Sandoval¡¯s phone rang. He lowered his head and took his phone out. A smile broke upon his lips as it was Eijiro who made the call. It seemed like their mission had seeded. ¡°Mr. Chiba, have you brought me the head I wanted?¡± He picked up the call and asked with smiles on his face. ¡°Head? Because of you, our Chiba Dojo was nearly doomed!¡± Eijiro¡¯s ferocious and enraged bawl was heard at the other end of the phone. ¡°D¡­Doomed?¡± Sandoval was startled. He did not understand what he meant at all. ¡°Sandoval, someone asked me to deliver you a message. He said he¡¯ll take your head off soon enough,¡± Eijiro said with a cold voice and Sandoval¡¯s expression froze at once. ¡°Who¡¯s that?¡± He rumbled. ¡°The son inw of the Sandoval family.¡± Sandoval hung up the call instantly and he squeezed the phone with a gloomy and frightening look. It was a mockery, defiance and reckless counterattack towards him! He who had used to make wless ns and call the shots felt his face burning with shame and embarrassment at that moment. Chapter 59: The Capability of a Waste Chapter 59: The Capability of a Waste Young Master Sandoval squeezed his phone and squinted. There was a cold light in his eyes. ¡°A waste like you dare want to take my life? You¡¯re not even qualified to do that!¡± He spoke coldly with a cruel look. ¡°Young master, that waste has been too arrogant.¡± One of his subordinates chimed in. Sandoval turned his head and looked through the window. He then rumbled. ¡°Go find Eijiro Chiba and take him to me.¡± He was pulling a long face as he could not ept the fact that the n he had devised carefully was destroyed easily by Maxwell. His n was perfect yet it had failed. How could that happen? Having used to be all powerful in the capital city, he had never felt that disadvantageous like what he had experienced in the Ocean City before. It seemed that his fate had started to change ever since he met Greta and Maxwell from the matrilocal marriage. He was the god¡¯s favored one who was born with a silver spoon in the capital city yet he had been humiliated without mercy in the Ocean City! Give someone an inch and they would take a mile. Sandoval¡¯s look was as cold as ice and he could not bear letting Maxwell saying he wanted to take off his head at all. ¡­ It waste at night. A car slowly went to a halt at one of the ports in the Ocean City. Someone got down the car in a hurry and rushed towards a ferry at the port. It was Eijiro Chiba and he was like a drowned mouse, no longer had the arrogance he possessed when he first came to the Ocean City. He knew very well how big a trouble he had caused and he dared not to stay in Ocean City any longer. He had to hurry up and leave China as far as possible. China to him was solely an inferiornd gathered with a bunch of East Asia sick men and he would not have expected the birth of an ace on thisnd. He initially thought he would have a great time in China yet he never expected a fierce dragon had lurked there, and it was a super dragon that could make the sea shuddered and the dark realm toppled. Maxwell wanted him tomit suicide by cutting his belly, but how could he really give up his life? With Maxwell¡¯s identity that horrifying, why couldn¡¯t he hide away from him? As long as he left China and Japan as far as possible, and concealed his identity anywhere overseas, he would be able to survive. Eijiro suddenly slowed down when he saw a shadow appearing somewhere nearby. His eyes turned cold as the port had already closed in the evening and he had risked climbing the fence just to reach there. The moment he noticed theer, the hair all over his body uncontrobly bristled because his instinct told him theer was extremely dangerous. He was deeply shocked. There was already a fierce dragon lurking in China, how could there still be someone that powerful? When had China be that powerful? With a shaking heart, Eijiro unsheathed his de. He gritted his teeth and darted towards theer. His long de pierced through the air and an ear-piercing sound of the wind was heard. He showed up at the back of theer at the blink of an eye yet theer suddenly vanished from the ce he stood. Eijiro¡¯s de came to nothing and he was shocked. His sword skill was beyond excellence and though he thought there was no need to bring his sword during this trip, he still brought his de. And since the sword and the de belonged to the same family, his skill when using the de was also outstanding. The speed he waved his de was too quick that it was impossible to dodge, unless theer had a far greater capability than his. Eijiro¡¯s heart plummeted upon thinking that. He turned towards the appeared to have a really good rtionship with Maxwell too. The handsome young man was standing there calmly and smoking. The strong and unusual fragrance from the cigar lingered in the air and made Eijiro downhearted. ¡°My boss made me keep an eye on you, and I never expect you would dareunch an attack.¡± The man lit up his lighter and the weak me brightened his charming feature. ¡°Your boss, who is he?¡± Eijiro asked calmly. ¡°Who do you think? My boss lets you cut your belly yet what are you doing here at the port?¡± The man spoke ndly with his expression growing gloomy eventually. The corner of his lips curved into a disdainful smile and he continued. ¡°Do you really think you can get away with this?¡± With a roar, determination shed across Eijiro¡¯s eyes and he waved his de with an intense urge to kill. ¡°You¡¯re looking for trouble!¡± The man leaned his body slightly to the side and with a cruel look, he smashed his palm straight into Eijiro¡¯s chest. A thunderous bang was heard and as if being struck by lightning, Eijiro was repelled almost hundred steps away by the horrific force. He kept on coughing blood and there was only shock in his eyes. ¡°Who on earth are you?¡± Eijiro asked reluctantly with a coarse voice. ¡°You don¡¯t have the right to know.¡± The man replied while blowing out a billow of smoke with a fierce look. ¡°I¡¯m here to execute the Dragon Lord¡¯s order. Do it.¡± He continued coldly. Eijiro was trembling all over. He let out a sorrowful smile and was looking delirious. He had never expected he would meet his demise before even having the chance to showcase his talent. If he had known the true identity of the son inw of the Sandoval family earlier, he would promise not to take even one step into China and would forbid it all the time. No one could disobey the Dragon Lord¡¯s order. He was too na?ve to think he could escape from the Dragon Lord¡¯s punishment. Eijiro picked up the wakizashi, his ancestor¡¯s dagger while trembling. He then stabbed it straight into his belly with despair. A trace of blood flowed down from the corner of his lips and the man walked towards him while saying. ¡°My boss has also told me that he already knew you won¡¯t cut your belly and would try to escape using the ferry, therefore he made mee here to wait for you on purpose. He has never forgotten the bloody massacre you Chiba family conducted during the turmoil in China, and he remembers the shadowy deeds you did towards China all these years at heart. The things you one sword style school of the imperial city owed us are too many to count¡­¡± The man¡¯s words made Eijiro who was at the brink of his death widened his eyes. It turned out that the dragon did not want to let them off at all. Could it be he had nned all these way earlier? It seemed to be a trapid by him. ¡°I thought he¡¯s retired? Why¡­?¡± He struggled madly yet he was growing weaker and weaker due to excessive blood loss. ¡°He is only the son inw of the Sandoval family at the moment. It was you Chiba Dojo whoe looking for trouble.¡± The man spoke calmly. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. With his eyes widened, a cold light shed across Eijiro¡¯s eyes and redness flooded before his eyes. He as the young heir of the Chiba Dojo had actually lost to China! ¡­ At the mansion of the Sandoval family, Maxwell only took a load off his mind and walked out of the bedroom when he saw Greta who was drunk was deeply asleep on the bed. Harriet was standing at the entrance along the corridor outside the room with an apprehensive look and she asked Maxwell about Greta¡¯s condition the moment he came out. ¡°She¡¯s alright and is having a good sleep.¡± Maxwell answered honestly. ¡°Shouldn¡¯t we send the badly injured bodyguard to the hospital?¡± Harriet frowned and asked. ¡°We can¡¯t. Now that someone wants to kill us, it would be more dangerous if we go to the hospital,¡± Maxwell pondered for a while and said. ¡°I¡¯ll go get the best doctor in the city now,¡± Harriet said. She had to hold responsibility as the reason Le was badly injured was to protect Greta after all. ¡°It¡¯s alright now, I¡¯ve done some emergency treatments for her, and those doctors might not evene if you ask them over,¡± Maxwell said ndly. In fact, Le at the moment did not need any doctor at all as he and his subordinate had already given her emergency treatment back in the car. What she needed was only a good rest. ¡°No. You¡¯re not a medical professional, how do you know how to treat?¡± Harriet gave him a re. Maxwell was still calm andposed because Harriet obviously did not know that even the leading experts in the western medical field overseas had to be all deferential in front of him. Countless leading experts, medical organizations and drugpanies had wanted to gain his favor by all means, and if Maxwell said his medical skill was not the top in the world, no one would dare say theirs was! ¡°You have to trust my medical skills.¡± Maxwell shrugged and sighed. ¡°Forget it.¡± Harriet rolled her eyes and headed to her own room. Until midnight and after Maxwell had finished the house chores, his phone rang abruptly as he headed towards his bedroom. He picked up the call and the young man¡¯s voice was heard at the other end of the phone. ¡°Boss, mission¡¯s aplished. Chiba did try to escape through the port and he was killed by me.¡± ¡°Those forces from the overseas are ready to cause troubles during these few months which I¡¯ve disappeared. It¡¯s time to give them a warning,¡± Maxwell said with an obscure and icy look. ¡°Quite many of them who are targeting the Sandoval Group are coveting the development rights of the port and the airport. If both the port and the airport do fall into their hands¡­The Ocean City, and even China would probably go to chaos!¡± he said slowly. ¡°Roger, I¡¯ll do it now.¡± After hanging up the call, the man immediately made several international calls. A barrage of fireballs pierced through the air and shot towards the sky from a small unknown ind almost at the same time the man put down his phone. Those fireballs were actually intercontinental missiles that were only possessed by a minority ofrge powerful countries and leading forces. That kind of weapon was too horrifying because it could hit straight to other country from arge distance ahead and it was rarely used when two countries were at wars. No one could have imagined that a small unknown ind had actually stored thousands of the missiles and everyone from the overseas would be shocked if this news was spread out. The moment someone ced an order from China which was far away, countless intercontinental missiles wereunched from the ind and each of them was shot towards different directions at high speed. Those horrific missiles with great power had torn the atmosphere apart as they swirled through and not long after that, chaos was seen from the western world which had been in peace for quite a while. Those missiles had once again broken the silence and peace after the Dragon Lord¡¯s retirement, and many powerful countries and forces had all received the news. The ck telephone on the office desk in the Oval Office of the White House rang and when the president who was busy with his work saw the mysterious telephone, his expression changed abruptly. That was because even the president had fear towards the identity that was represented by that ck telephone. He picked up the phone and a cold emotionless voice was heard at the other end. ¡°Nothing has happened tonight, this is what you know who has said himself.¡± Chapter 60: Greta Falls into Trap Chapter 60: Greta Falls into Trap A strong earthquake broke out overseas after a short while and although it was alreadyte at night, countless forces from the dark realm were all shaken by the news. Several forces from different parties hadpletely vanished overseas. They were not any insignificant forces yet they were still all wiped out by countless intercontinental missiles that hit every corner of the world just few minutes back then, and many inds had been destroyed by the missiles too. The news shook the countries and many people started to guess the culprit behind the event as only a minority of people had this kind of capability! Furthermore, somerge forces and the leaders of powerful countries had also received warning at the same time that warned them to not have any thought on China, or else, they would face the same consequences suffered by the annihted forces. Nobody knew how many leaders had had their legs trembled and were breaking cold sweats on their office chair tonight, and they would certainly not know who had made this event happen. More people believed that the Dragon Lord had retired at the moment because if the Dragon Lord had not disappeared, this kind of situation would not happen. They believed that the Dragon Lord was truly gone while many international warlords were secretly excited because the existence of the Dragon Lord had pressurized them for too long. With the disappearance of the Dragon Lord, they could finally go wild in the overseas. Yet it was hard to imagine what their reactions would look like if those international warlords knew the legendary one overseas was willing to be a husband in a matrilocal marriage who was deemed useless in people¡¯s eyes. They would definitely be so stunned and confused that they wondered whether he had had the satisfaction when bing a waste or being a Dragon Lord was no longer an easy task. Nobody knew how Maxwell endured the bad voices towards him as an insignificant son in ¡­ Le opened her eyes the next morning and suddenly felt a sharp pain at her abdomen the moment she wanted to get up. She drew a cold breath and became more clearheaded. ¡°Don¡¯t move, there¡¯re still threads on your wound. Don¡¯t break the threads.¡± Aposed voice was heard from the side. Le turned her head and saw Greta, Harriet and a face which she detested but was looking at her with caring eyes. ¡°You¡¯re awake?¡± Greta asked with a soft voice. ¡°Miss Sandoval, it¡¯s my fault that I didn¡¯t manage to protect you.¡± Le apologized profusely the moment she spoke and her face flushed due to great embarrassment. Greta was only a female president in the Ocean City, yet she could not even protect her. She used to belong to the deputy team of the Special Forces and had experienced countless showers of gun bullets. The honor and kudos she used to receive had backfired on her now. ¡°You¡¯re injured, and you¡¯ve tried your best.¡± Greta consoled her softly. She was made to drink a lotst night and had be unconscious, not knowing what had happened at all. ¡°Who sewed my wound close?¡± Le lowered her head and was startled when she saw the trace of needle on her wound that was exposed from the gap of her shirt. Her expression became serious at once as her wound was obviously being treated by a professional. The treatment of the wound was perfect and even her could not do it that well. ¡°He did it.¡± Greta threw a glimpse at Maxwell. ¡°You?¡± Le stared at Maxwell with an incredulous look. She could never believe that a fraud like him actually had such a brilliant medical skill. It was not possible. How could he know the way to do emergency treatments? Only the secret agents and those from the special forces of China had received the systematic trainings. She met his eyes and tried to discern something from his eyes, yet his eyes were clear and calm as usual, and she could not tell anything from them after a long while. ¡°I was drunk, and you were injured and unconsciousst night. He brought us home when he reached the hotel,¡± Greta threw a nce at Maxwell and said. ¡°That was what he said.¡± ¡°How can you prove what you said was true?¡± Le stared at Maxwell and asked slowly. ¡°Miss Sandoval, you didn¡¯t pick up my call when I called you from home. I only went to the hotel to check out on you because I was worried about you, yet I saw corpses everywhere in the hotel when I reached there, and it took me a long time to find both of you.¡± Maxwell spoke with a gloomy and aggrieved expression which seemed sincere. The moment he finished his words, Greta¡¯s phone rang. After finished talking on phone, Greta took a deep nce on Maxwell and said, ¡°Melissa called just now and she said from the news, there was a gang of mysterious robbers conducting a massacre in the hotelst night, and no one survived except the customers.¡± ¡°No, they¡¯re not robbers.¡± Le interrupted and corrected her. ¡°If they¡¯re not robbers, who were they?¡± Greta nced at Le with a weird look. ¡°I don¡¯t know, but I assure you any robber would not have such good martial art skills like them.¡± Le muttered and frowned. ¡°I used to catch many criminals and robbers back then, and those peoplest night were different from them. They were highly trained and had strong capability. They could even control their footsteps with consciously. If I had not discerned a trace of blood smell, I could never notice them at all. I¡¯m afraid this kind of ace is hard to be found elsewhere in China.¡± She analyzed. Greta¡¯s face slightly went pale. She was informed about Le¡¯s feats and she knew she was not an ordinary person, yet even she was also in dangerst night and she wondered what kind of people had targeted her. ¡°Miss Sandoval, the one who¡¯s able to hire such an ace must not be someone that could be taken lightly,¡± Le said with a serious look. ¡°Andreas Sandoval.¡± Greta finally blurted out a name and she trembled with an icy look on her delicate face. Our female president in the Ocean City finally could not endure it anymore and was enraged. ¡°He¡¯s that Young Master Sandoval?¡± Harriet asked. With a pale face, Greta nodded. ¡°Everyone addressed him as Young Master Sandoval yet only a minority of them knows his real name¡­Because no one has the courage to do so.¡± ¡°It must be him. Only he had that power¡­¡± Greta continued with a mixed expression. ¡°I knew the Sandoval family would try any mean to daunt me, yet I never expect he actually wanted to kill me¡­He has gone too far when he stained the whole hotel with blood just to destroy the evidence. He¡¯s a demon!¡± She trembled and her eyes were burning with rage. She was finally provoked by that matter. ¡°I thought he was engaged with you back then? How could he harden his heart to do that?¡± Maxwell asked. ¡°No.¡± Greta shook her head. ¡°He only wants the port and airport from me¡­He¡¯s willing to do anything to achieve his aim. Plus I¡¯m already married and I¡¯m afraid that made him lose his face altogether.¡± She suddenly lifted her head with determined eyes as if she had made a decision. ¡°The members of the Sandoval family from the capital city are all invited by Young Master Sandoval to the Ocean City today and there would be a family banquet at night. I¡¯ll join the banquet as I must stop him.¡± Greta¡¯s words made both Le and Harriet startled. ¡°Miss Sandoval, please have a second thought. Andreas Sandoval is extremely dangerous at the moment and you¡¯re at risk if you join the banquet.¡± Le advised. ¡°She¡¯s right, Gret. You¡¯ve tried so hard to stay alive. You¡¯ll be in grave danger if you go there again tonight. Aren¡¯t you walking straight towards a trap?¡± Harriet crossed her arms over her chest and wrinkled her eyebrows. Greta shook her head and said, ¡°I have to face him soon if not now after all¡­If I don¡¯t go now, who knows what more crazy things would he do in the future.¡± Gazing at Greta¡¯s determined look, Maxwell who had not uttered a word for a long time curved his lips into a mysterious smile¡­ ¡­ It was evening and at the underground garage of the Sandoval Building, a charming figure who was wearing a pair of high heels was walking towards a Maybach car nearby. She suddenly slowed down as a man was waiting for her beside the car with a light smile. A trace of confusion was seen on Greta¡¯s face and she asked, ¡°Why are youing?¡± ¡°Apanying you to the banquet of course,¡± Maxwell said calmly. Feeling slightly shocked, Greta then frowned. ¡°I¡¯ll be able to handle this on my own, why should youe?¡± ¡°I¡¯m now your husband legally. I should certainly keep youpany when you want to join the Sandoval¡¯s family banquet. What if they ask you about your marriage?¡± Maxwell exined. Greta wrinkled her eyebrows. ¡°There would always be trouble everywhere you go. Andreas wants to kill me, and do you want to get killed too?¡± ¡°Miss Sandoval, my life is in your hands. For you, I¡¯m willing to do everything even if it costs my life.¡± Maxwell smiled. Greta sneered and she could certainly not trust his bullshit. When she was being assassinated back then, that guy had run even faster than a hare and was nowhere to be found. ¡°Sure, you can follow me if you have the courage. I¡¯ll not protect you if Andreas wants to kill you until then.¡± With a grim smile, she opened the door of the car. She would be free the moment Maxwell died and it would save her the trouble to kick him out of the house. Without dy, Maxwell also went inside the car after Greta. ¡­ In arge mansion somewhere at the Cubic District in the Ocean City, Andreas was sitting on a luxurious leather couch while sipping tea with a rxed look. A subordinate suddenly rushed towards him and said, ¡°Young master, bad news¡­It seems that Greta Sandoval wants toe to the family banquet.¡± He said with hesitation. Andreas¡¯s hand which was holding the teacup shivered yet his eyes were still calm and profound. ¡°She wants toe? Good, we¡¯ll set a trap for her¡­!¡± He spoke slowly and the delicate teacup was cracked. The spider web-like cracks spread across the cup at once as he was being filled with a grim urge to kill. Chapter 61: Im Waiting for Her to Walk into My Trap Chapter 61: I''m Waiting for Her to Walk into My Trap ¡°Mr. Andreas¡­¡± The man shivered violently as Andreas, who used to be gentle and kind, had been moody recently. But he had no idea about the reasons behind this. Andreas, who was sitting on the leather sofa, slowly uttered, ¡°Go and bring over the best chef of Ocean City. The family feast tonight¡­ would be very interesting.¡± ¡°Mr. Andreas, the private ne willnd on the airport in half an hour. One of his subordinates walked in in a hurry and reported. ¡°Follow me to wee them.¡± Andreas got up and walked out of the luxurious vi. The ck Benz, which was parked in front of the vi before, was started. With the roaring of the engine, it headed towards the distant horizon. ¡­ In the International Airport of Ocean City A private ne slowlynded on the airport. When the door was opened, a group of nobly-dressed people slowly walked out of the passengerpartment. A middle-aged man, who was walking in the front of the group, nced around and asked, ¡°Why Andreas is not here?¡± ¡°I guess he¡¯ll be here soon.¡± The middle-aged woman who was standing at the side also looked around. As soon as this group of people appeared in the airport, they had drawn the attentions of many people in an instant. When they walked out of the airport, a young man with tattoos all over and a spider tattoo on his arm blocked the middle-aged man and said with discontent, ¡°Yuck, can you please give way for me. Don¡¯t fucking block m way!¡± The middle-aged man nced at him coldly, but still stood aside to give way for him. The young man sneered triumphantly. When he walked pass the middle-aged man, he suddenly screamed in pain and fell down onto the ground. ¡°What did you do to my buddy?¡± All of a sudden, several men rushed over from all directions and surrounded this group of people. They all have a huge spider tattoo. With a ferocious look, they looked extremely horrible. The middle-aged man nced over these men and said ndly, ¡°You found the wrong person for extortion.¡± A tall, robust man pped the middle-aged man on the face and he fell down onto the ground due to the impact. ¡°Give us all your valuable belongings. I would regard these as thepensation for my buddy¡¯s medical expenses and the mental damagepensation to him.¡± That robust man shouted. There was amotion among the group of people¡­ These men were undoubtedly from an organization that engaged in ckmailing! Many passengers stepped backwards to avoid being implicated¡­ These men¡­ They were from Spider Gang! Spider Gang was one of the underground forces of the Ocean City and was a typical powerful force that couldn¡¯t be offended in the city. Even the police officers would feel it a headache when it came to things rted to Spider Gang. So every time when the gangsters created a disturbance, they would choose to make a detour if it wasn¡¯t serious. ¡°You¡­ Do you know¡­ who I am?¡± Trembling, the middle-aged man picked himself up and wiped off the blood around his mouth corner. He was hopping mad! ¡°You bastard¡­ Do you know who I am?¡± He asked coldly, his face gloomy. ¡°Fuck you. I don¡¯t care who you are. Don¡¯t be a nuisance. Just lie on the ground!¡± The robust man wore a ferocious look and kicked the middle-aged man on his abdomen. ¡°We¡¯re from the Sandoval family in the capital city. Do you know the Sandoval family in the capital city? You ruffian!¡± The middle-aged woman screamed. The passenger who was watching the scene not far away changed his expressions when he heard the words ¡®the Sandoval family in the capital city¡¯ and ran away quickly. He always had business trips between Ocean City and the capital city, so naturally, he was clear of the reputation of the Sandoval family in the capital city. Therefore, he didn¡¯t dare to stay here any longer. But those ruffians apparently had no idea about this. Theyughed loudly, ¡°Fuck you. You want to scare us by mentioning the capital city? Do you think we¡¯re idiots? Oh, I¡¯m from the White House of America.¡± Right at this moment, a ck Benz was speeding in this direction from afar. The ck Benz stopped by the roadside and the car door was opened. A handsome young man got off the car and walked towards them withposure. ¡°Hey guys, what¡¯s the matter?¡± As soon as this handsome young man appeared, the group of people, who were surrounded by the gangsters, got excited. ¡°Andreas, it¡¯s me. I¡¯m your aunt.¡± ¡°Andreas, why are you sote? We were ckmailed.¡± They were gibbering insanely. Andreas frowned slightly and reached out to press on his temples. He suddenly exuded a powerful aura, which quieted the people around. ¡°Who do you think you are?¡± The robust man nced at Andreas and asked contemptuously. ¡°I¡¯m their friend.¡± Andreas curled his lips into a smile. ¡°Well. Give me the money. They hurt my friend. Otherwise, you¡¯ll not be able to leave either.¡± As he was speaking, the robust man suddenly wore a ferocious look. He reached out to grab Andreas¡¯ cor. When the robust man touched his cor, Andreas¡¯ expression suddenly turned cold. He exuded a cold aura while furrowing his brows tightly, ¡°Let go!¡± The robust man sneered, ¡°Judging from the clothes you wear, you must be a rich man. What about this? You give me 50,000 yuan first. Otherwise¡­¡± Before he could finish the words, he was stopped by a scream which drew his attention. Several ck cars were speeding in his direction from afar. They looked like some ck unreal images, which stunned the robust man. The ck cars swished and stopped in front of the robust man. The man¡¯s pupils shrunk when he nced over these ck cars. The license tes of these cars were all in white! A car with a white license te had an extraordinary status in the Ocean Cityparing to ordinary cars. It also meant that the car owner had a paramount identity! It was safe to say that when one had a car with a white license te, it meant that he could drive at will without being impeded in the Ocean City. No one would dare to stop him! It was rare to see a car with a white license te in usual times. But now, dozens of cars with white license te appeared at the same time! Many bold passengers were all freaked out when they saw this shocking scene, and their legs all became limp. They were all ordinary citizens and had never seen such a scene. The time seemed to stop at the moment. Andreas curled his lips into a light smile¡­ ¡°Control him.¡± A middle-aged man got off the car. His leather shoesnded on the ground. He pointed at those gangsters and shouted coldly. The security guards who were holding ck guns rushed over instantly. The robust man was He was just a lightweight member of Spider Gang and had never seen security guards equipped with real guns¡­ He finally realized that he had ckmailed someone that he couldn¡¯t offend. ¡°You¡­ soiled my clothes¡­¡± Andreas slowly uttered these words, fixating his gaze on the robust man coldly. ¡°Who¡­ Who the hell are you guys?¡± The robust man was finally panicked and screamed while struggling desperately. ¡°How dare you offend Mr. Andreas? You¡¯re seeking for death!¡± The middle-aged mannded a kick on the robust man and pointed at a white license te, ¡°Tell me, who we are?¡± He then turned around and gingerly gave Andreas an ingratiating smile, ¡°Mr. Andreas, I¡¯ll enforce the don¡¯t take such a trivial matter to your heart¡­¡± ¡°Mr. Mathew, I don¡¯t want this to happen again.¡± Andreas nced at Mathew and said ndly. Suddenly, a man covered in blood scrawled over from aside, trembling, ¡°Andreas, Andreas.¡± Andreas turned around. When he saw the bloody man, he narrowed his deep-set eyes as the calmness in his eyes disappeared and a cold light shed across his eyes. ¡°Dad, what happened?¡± Andreas asked his dad Charlie. Andreas helped Charlie to stand up. Charlie pointed at the robust man, ¡°This man. He hit me. Kill him!¡± His voice was hoarse and shrilling, and was full of resentment. ¡°Son of bitch! How dare you hurt Mr. Andreas¡¯s father? You¡¯re seeking death.¡± Mathew rebuked the man indignantly and shouted before Andreas could say something, ¡°Execute him by shooting.¡± A security guard took a step forward. Then a gunshot rumbled in the airport. The passengers far away scattered subconsciously when they heard the gunshot! Then several strident gunshots rang. Andreas¡¯ expression was cold, but he didn¡¯t say anything. Andreas turned around and stared at the corpses on the ground. After a long while, he spoke, ¡°Good job, Mr. Mathew¡­ I don¡¯t want simr things to happen again.¡± ¡°Well. Of course. I¡¯ll remember your words.¡± Mathew shivered all over. He was quite clear about Andreas¡¯ identity. If his action was a momentte, not only those ruffians, but also he himself would have to die! ¡°Go.¡± Andreas turned around and strode towards the ck Benz with his hands sped behind his back. His leaving back gave people a sense that they would never be able to see through this man. The ck cars left one by one. Mathew watched these cars disappear from afar and heaved a long sigh of relief. His shirt was soaked in cold swears unknowingly. ¡­ In a luxurious vi, Andreas and several other people were having a pleasant talk in the dining hall. ¡°Andreas, seems like you¡¯re living well here.¡± The middle-aged man, who was pped by that robust man before, nced around with a satisfied look although he was wrapped in gauze. Andreas smiled lightly, ¡°Dad, we are not having a temporary stay in Ocean City, so we can¡¯t live in hotel all the time. I bought this vi two days ago.¡± The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction. He was Andreas¡¯ father, Charlie Sandoval. Charlie had two children, of which one engaged in business and the other in politics. Both of them were leading persons in the sectors they engaged in. This was the reason why Charlie¡¯s status in the Sandoval family was improved ordingly. ¡°Andreas, we came here for your grandfather.¡± Charlie said. ¡°My grandfather, isn¡¯t he in the capital city?¡± A trace of confusion shed across Andreas¡¯ eyes. N?velDrama.Org (C) content. ¡°Your grandfather has encountered a hard nut to crack. He¡¯s already in Ocean City.¡± Charlie nodded. At this time, one of Andreas¡¯ henchmen walked in and reported, ¡°Mr. Andreas, Greta Sandoval is here.¡± Andreas curled his lips into a meaningful smile. Here came the critical person. It seemed that this family feast was held for her. ¡°Greta Sandoval? That bitch is also here?¡± A piercing sound suddenly rang. Andreas¡¯ aunt sneered with hostility in her eyes. ¡°I¡¯m waiting for her to walk in my trap.¡± Andreas thought to himself. The smile on his face was meaningful and weird. Chapter 62: Andreas Miscalculated Again Chapter 62: Andreas Miscalcted Again ¡°It¡¯s alright if shees. The family has been jealous of Sandoval Group¡¯s port and airport.¡± Charlie sneered. ¡°Father, please rest assured. I¡¯ll let her hand them over obediently today.¡± Andreas raised his ss and took a sip of Lafite, deepening his smile. ¡°OK. Your elder brother has made great achievements in his political career. You need to work harder,¡± said Charlie with a nod, smiling. When hearing his father mentioning about his elder brother, Andreas¡¯ expression suddenly changed. A trace of gloominess shed through his darkened face. The reason why he came all the way to Ocean City was to stay away from the capital city, where his elder brother was, so as to avoid that everything would be controlled by his elder brother. He wouldn¡¯t get recognized under his elder brother¡¯s halo, let alone inheriting the Sandoval family. As long as his elder brother still existed, his hope to inherit the Sandoval family would be quite small. Hence, he was also drooling at the development rights of Sandoval Group¡¯s port and airport. As long as he could take it over, the status gap between him and his elder brother in the family would be smaller. ... On the street, an S-ss Maybach was speeding like a sh. In the car, Greta¡¯s arms crossed on her chest. Her uniform jacket wrapped her perfect curvy body. Her attractive short shirt was really a temptation to a man. However, looking at the window with her charming eyes, Greta couldn¡¯t help showing a hint of worry on her face. ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Maxwell asked while operating the steering wheel. ¡°Nothing,¡± Greta shook her head and whispered softly, ¡°Later when I get into the family banquet, you can stay outside. Don¡¯t go in.¡± ¡°How could it be possible? I¡¯m your husband. Your family business is the same as mine own.¡± Maxwell shook his head. ¡°You... I¡¯m doing this for your own good. Don¡¯t go in.¡± Greta red at him. How could Maxwell know that the family banquet she was attendingter would be full of danger? However, she had to face it. The Sandoval family hade all the way from the capital city to find her at the door. She couldn¡¯t hide nor escape from them. ¡°Ms. Greta, may I take it as that you are worried about me?¡± Suddenly, Maxwell smiled slightly. He looked at her delicate, cute face through the rear-view mirror. ¡°You are acting recklessly.¡± Greta¡¯s eyes suddenly became cold. She felt annoyed. This guy didn¡¯t appreciate her kindness at all. Obviously she wanted him to survive, but he refused, just like the old saying went: ¡°There is a way to heaven, but you don¡¯t go; there is no way to hell, but you break in.¡± ¡°Greta, take it easy. This is just an ordinary family banquet. Nothing will happen,¡± said Maxwell firmly. Greta nced at him through the rear-view mirror. She heaved a sigh. ¡®Maxwell, what do you know? Andreas could even hire killers for assassination. What else can¡¯t he do?¡¯ she retorted inwardly. Shortly, the Maybach S-ss pulled over at the gate of a vi. Maxwell got off and opened the door for Greta. A pair of long legs stretched out. Later, the most famous and beautiful businesswoman in Ocean City walked towards the vi gracefully and elegantly. Holding her soft and slender hand, Maxwell walked beside her like a gentleman. At this time, Greta couldn¡¯t help checking on him because of his elegance. The dining room of the vi was filled with music and joy. In a corner, an orchestra was ying soothing music. At the table, the Sandoval families were chatting happily. The atmosphere was harmonious. Andreas shook his ss slightly and took a sip of Lafite, his eyes darkened and icily cold. He still remembered on the first banquet reception, the bitch Greta and that Max Kirk didn¡¯t save his dignity at all... For the first time in his life, he was humiliatedpletely in public. How could he easily forget such a shame? Also, in the subsequent auction, Maxwell was even more domineering and arrogant, pping him in the face fiercely. He bit ¡®Azure Star¡¯ at a sky-high price, and Andreas didn¡¯t make another move. Then what happened was made the headline the next day. Andreas could never ept a woman¡¯s contempt... And he couldn¡¯t ept more that his pride and dignity was trampled by a driver of apany president. That had be the shame of his lifetime. He swore that he would make Maxwell and Greta pay the price. At today¡¯s family banquet, he wouldn¡¯t only take down Greta, but also in the evening... he wanted to y with that stubborn stunner Greta for sure. Suddenly, one of his men walked into the vi and pulled Andreas back to reality from his fantasy. ¡°Excuse me, Mr. Andreas. Ms. Greta is here.¡± In the dining room, the cheerful ambience froze suddenly. ¡°How dare that bitche here?¡± ¡°She still has the guts to be here? It¡¯s already an honor for our Andreas to marry her. How shameless she is! She wants to make a fuss in our family banquet?¡± Andreas¡¯ rtives couldn¡¯t help discussing in disdain. ¡°Mr. Andreas, didn¡¯t you propose me for marriage? I¡¯m here to give you an answer.¡± Suddenly a voice rang out from the door of the vi. Everyone looked over and saw a beautiful figure standing at the entrance. She walked in high-heels, approaching gracefully. Her exquisite high-heelsnded on the tiles and made crisp sounds, echoing in the vi. Silence nketed the dining room, as if all of them were conquered by this beautiful figure that emanated a powerful aura like an empress. At that moment, the female CEO¡¯s aura was extremely sharp and aggressive. ¡°Greta...¡± Andreas raised the corners of his mouth. Holding his ss, he walked to the charming woman. ¡°Hi, Mr. Andreas,¡± Greta smiled slightly and nodded at him. ¡°Greta, have you really made up your mind?¡± Andreas stared at her with meaningful eyes. Seeing Greta dressed up in such an enchanting way today, he figured out something more or less. ¡°Yes, I have. Otherwise, how would I have the courage toe here?¡± Greta¡¯s enchanting and crystal- clear eyes stared back at Andreas, her lips curled into a smile... It was very difficult for anyone to resist her charm. When their eyes met, Andreas nodded and said ¡°great¡± repeatedly. ¡°Greta, I will let you know that how correct your decision is.¡± Heughed, turned around, and walked to the dining table. At the dining table, the Sandoval family members all heaved breath of relief, looking at Greta and N?velDrama.Org is the owner. smiling disdainfully. It seemed that Greta had finally thought it through. Otherwise, the Sandoval family had to make more efforts to get the port and airport. ¡°Greta, since you¡¯ve made up your mind, we¡¯re family from now on.¡± Charlie giggled. ¡°Although you are from a low-ss family, it¡¯s only the matter of the elder generation. As long as you serve our Andreas well, you¡¯ll enjoy endless glory and wealth in the future.¡± ¡°Exactly. Hand over the shares of Sandoval Group to us. We¡¯re a family.¡± A few more voices echoed at the dining table. Greta was stunned a little bit. Then she turned around and shouted at the entrance, ¡°Come on in.¡± Andreas, who was walking towards the dining table, paused on the half-way. Charlie frowned. ¡°Greta, didn¡¯t youe here alone? Who else is there?¡± Andreas¡¯ heart trembled suddenly. He had a bad hunch. Greta slightly smiled, but didn¡¯t answer them. Soon, a figure walked in from outside of the vi. With his hands in his trousers pockets, he came in with a choking smell of cigarette. When the figure appeared, Andreas¡¯ heart skipped a beat. Widening his eyes, he red at the yful figure, his face livid. ¡°Wow! So many of you are here.¡± The figure curled his lips, looked around, and smiled slightly. ¡°Why are you here?¡± Andreas pinched his wine ss with a trembling hand. ¡°Why can¡¯t I be here?¡± Maxwell asked instead of answering him, squinting his eyes and looking at Andreas. The ambience suddenly solidified, full of the smell of intension, as if they were at daggers drawn. Staring at Maxwell, Andreas said slowly with a cold look, ¡°This is the family banquet of the Sandoval family. You are neither surnamed Sandoval nor our servant. Who do you think you are toe in?¡± ¡°Unless... There¡¯s a restroom cleaner vacancy in the Sandoval family. You cane in if you¡¯ve taken that position.¡± Andreas¡¯ mouth corners raised into an mocking smile. ¡°What if I don¡¯t?¡± Maxwell smiled indifferently and calmly. ¡°It¡¯s a trespassing. I¡¯ll make you sorry for it,¡± Andreas snapped, his aura bing fierce and aggressive all of a sudden. He was like a sharp de ready to get out of its sheath and kill at any time. Meanwhile, a lot of bodyguards dressed in ck heard the fuss inside the vi. They all rushed in with high-voltage electric batons, surrounding Maxwell in an instant. Maxwell stared at Andreas, his mouth corner curling gradually to a meaningful smile. ¡°Make me sorry for it? Dream on!¡± ¡°How arrogant!¡± Charlie shouted angrily, pointing at Maxwell. ¡°Who do you think you are? You¡¯re so bold to show up in the Sandoval family¡¯s territory! You are just ignorant and arrogant!¡± ¡°Where is this shabby man from? We should throw him out. Not worthy to get angry.¡± ¡°Look at his outfit. He must be a beggar. Leave him alone. Bodyguards, drive him out!¡± The Sandoval family members discussed and gave suggestions with disdain, looking at Maxwell scornfully. Maxwell looked indifferent. He turned to Greta. ¡°Honey, they don¡¯t like to see us. Shall we go home?¡± As soon as the words fell from Maxwell¡¯s tip of tongue, the whole dining room quieted down. ¡°Swoosh!¡± All gazes on him had be stunned. Everyone at the dining table gaped at Maxwell. None of them know how to react while feeling startled. ¡°What are you talking about?¡± Andreas turned around suddenly, gazing at Maxwell. His body was trembling as if he had heard some incredible secret. Even if he always kept peace and calm in his mind and he was always scheming, he still felt shocked when hearing Maxwell¡¯s words. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, Mr. Andreas. He¡¯s my husband whom I¡¯ve married for three months,¡± Greta said in a maic voice while stretching her arm to hold Maxwell¡¯s intimately. The whole dining room was deadly pin-drop quiet. Andreas¡¯ face turned livid and gloomy. ring at Maxwell and Greta, he was involuntarily taking steps backward. He pulled an extremely long face, feeling burned. What Maxwell and Greta said just now was like a fierce p across his face, making him agape and ashamed. He couldn¡¯t believe that he had been defeated by a useless live-in son-inw. Chapter 63: Domestic Affairs of the Sandoval Family 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 N?velDrama.Org owns this text. 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. Chapter 64: Are You Trying to Bluff Me? Chapter 64: Are You Trying to Bluff Me? Just as Cecilia was about to reach for Maxwell, he suddenly took a step backward. Cecilia caught nothing and fell over due to the force. There came a loud bang. Cecilia picked herself up from the ground, red at Maxwell with hatred, stood with her hands akimbo, and shouted furiously, ¡°Who do you think you¡¯re? Are you qualified to speak here? You asked me to shut up? Do you think you¡¯re qualified to do so?¡± ¡°Son of bitch, we¡¯ve shown you some respect since we didn¡¯t ask you to get out! Poor social climber, do you really think that you¡¯ve moved into the upper ss?¡± Allison sneered and took a sip of the tea. ¡°Where are the security guards? Drive him out!¡± People at the table looked at Maxwell contemptuously and angrily. Maxwell still looked calm, while Greta¡¯s expressions changed slightly. She tried to help Maxwell, ¡°He¡¯s my husband. Don¡¯t implicate him. Your target is me.¡± ¡°Targeting at you? Son of bitch, you two will not be able to get over this easily. I¡¯ll handle him first, and then it¡¯s your turn.¡± Cecilia grinned sardonically. Greta instantly became sullen. Andreas, the host of today¡¯s family feast, had had no reaction yet, while Allison and Cecilia took the initiative to make things difficult for Greta. ¡°Enough.¡± Charlie snorted and then mediated, ¡°Stop this topic and put this matter to an end.¡± Due to Charlie¡¯s mediation, Allison and Cecilia could only hold back their anger, but there were still vicious intentions as well as discontent in their eyes. They red at Maxwell and Greta before sitting down. ¡°Greta, I and your father are brothers. Since you¡¯re now attending the family feast of the Sandoval family, shouldn¡¯t you address me ¡®Uncle Charlie¡¯?¡± Charlie smiled warmly. Greta nodded, ¡°Uncle Charlie.¡± ¡°Great. Since you¡¯re calling me ¡®uncle¡¯, we could all get over with the past. Let¡¯s not mention it in the future.¡± Charlie chortled, ¡°When we¡¯re back to Beijing, you and your father can alsoe back with us.¡± Greta was stunned for a moment. She then shook her head and exined, ¡°Uncle Charlie, the Sandoval Group doesn¡¯t n to expand its business to Beijing, so I¡¯m afraid that I can¡¯te back together with you.¡± Charlie banged his wine ss on the table, causing the wine to spill out. He wore a sullen face and said, ¡°Greta, you don¡¯t need to worry about the affairs rted to Sandoval Group. Andreas will stay in Ocean City and help you handle the business.¡± Greta was stunned at the moment and furrowed her delicate brows. Charlie¡¯s words had fully implicated his intention¡­ This was a patent robbery! Greta¡¯s expressions turned cold, ¡°Uncle Charlie, must you take over the Sandoval Group?¡± ¡°Greta, I suggest you to think twice before making the decision. Your father didn¡¯t think it carefully and made a wrong decision back then, and was then driven out of the Sandoval family. I don¡¯t hope the same thing to happen on you again.¡± Charlie said in a low voice. ¡°Thank you, but it¡¯s unnecessary. I¡¯ve made up my mind that even if the Sandoval Group will go bankruptcy, I will not transfer any of my shares to others.¡± Greta exuded an imposing aura and said resolutely and decisively. Andreas suddenly reached out and smacked his hand down on the table. The dining hall was engulfed by silence. Andreas slowly raised his head and nced at Greta, ¡°Greta¡­ I¡¯ve given you countless chances, but you gave up the chance again and again!¡± ¡°It was the first time for me to be so patient, just for the sake of you. If I really want to take over the Sandoval Group, do I have to apply these roundabout tricks?¡± Andreas said in a stern tone. He looked cold and horribly indifferent and ferocious! Greta looked calm on the surface, but her heart was beating crazily. Andreas was telling the truth ¨C If he wanted to take over the Sandoval Group, he could forcibly take it relying on the powers of the Sandoval family¡­ A smallpany like the Sandoval Group was by no means a match for a super family in the capital city¡­ But¡­ What he wanted was to let Greta hand over the shares willingly. This was a humiliation to Greta¡¯s unyielding and tenacious characteristics! This was a defiance of her dignity! Greta raised her face and said coldly, ¡°Mr. Andreas, I thought I¡¯ve made it clear. I would never hand over the shares of the Sandoval Group¡­ Mr. Andreas, please drop this idea and don¡¯t pester me for this matter.¡± The atmosphere suddenly became intense and it felt like a battle was impeding. Andreas stared at Greta coldly and there was an unprecedented trace of killing intention in his eyes. ¡®Pester¡¯! N?velDrama.Org (C) content. The word irritated Andreas instantly. He red at Greta with horrible killing intentions in his eyes, as if he wished he could scourge her in the cruelest way! He was Young Master Andreas, a specially privileged person in the capital city. Many women try to y up to him by selling their bacons, but he didn¡¯t even give them a nce. Nevertheless, he was humiliated by this woman on his own home ground today! She said he was pestering her? In Beijing and Ocean City, even in the whole China, few would dare to use this word on him! And Greta¡­ was the first one to do so! Andreas red at Greta with his deep-set eyes¡­ She had embarrassed him in the public and caused him to feel ashamed. He couldn¡¯t bear such kind of humiliation! Right at this moment, Allison suddenly stood up, stepped forward and rushed towards Greta with horrible killing intentions. ¡°Shut up! Bitch, you¡¯re just the daughter of a bastard son. Who do you think you¡¯re to scold Andreas? You¡¯re not eligible to talk here! I¡¯ll give you a p as a punishment.¡± Allison stepped forward, raised her hand, and reached it for Greta¡¯s tender, fair face. Greta subconsciously took a step backward and her expressions changed. She hadn¡¯t expected that Allison would suddenly resort to violence. But it was toote for her to react and dodge the p. Allison¡¯s p was heading towards her face and was about tond on her tender cheek. Right at this moment, a hand was reached out from aside and grasped Allison¡¯s arm. Then there came a loud bang. Greta was not pped so there was no red palm print on her cheek, but Allison copsed like a kite with its string broken off and smashed onto the ground. Charlie narrowed his eyes and suddenly stood up to look at Maxwell. Maxwell was now standing by Greta¡¯s side and holding Greta¡¯s soft hand with a cold expression on his face. ¡°Son of bitch, how dare you hit Allison? Do you have any sense of the differences between your statuses? How dare you hit the Sandovals! You¡¯re really seeking death!¡± Cecilia suddenly stood up and rasped. Maxwell remained calm and ignored her words. He turned his head to look at Greta and asked in a gentle voice, ¡°Did you get hurt?¡± Greta shook her head, ¡°No, I¡¯m fine.¡± ¡°Luckily you¡¯re not hurt.¡± Maxwell nodded. For the sake of Greta, he turned a deaf ear of the rebuking words. If these people were not surnamed Sandoval, they would have died when they disrespected them with those words. As long as they didn¡¯t assault Greta, he could endure everything. For the sake of Greta, he could make every concession. ¡°Shameless bitch¡­ You don¡¯t deserve to be surnamed Sandoval. You united with an outside to bully the Sandovals.¡± Allison picked herself up from the ground trembling, red at Greta viciously and reprimanded. ¡°You guys also know that my surname is Sandoval. But you tried to snatch the Sandoval Group from me¡­ Are you worthy of the surname Sandoval? And that Gerald Moore in mypany¡­ If he was not the man of someone in the Sandoval family, I would have fired him.¡± Greta finally couldn¡¯t endure it any longer and curled her lips into an ironic smile. ¡°Shut up. You bitch! You¡¯re just the daughter of an illegitimate son. You might not be the flesh and blood of the Sandoval family. How dare you scold us? Your father is even unqualified to step into the Sandoval family. Who do you think you are to say these? You¡¯re not qualified!¡± Cecilia roared and taunted. Just as she finished the words, Maxwell suddenly spit out a ming object which was then shot into Cecilia¡¯s mouth precisely. Cecilia screamed and spit out the ming object¡­ But her tongue had been scalded, causing her not to be able to utter words distinctly. When Cecilia spit it out, everyone nced over and found that it was¡­ a cigarette butt. People present all gaped at it¡­ How came the cigarette butt was shot into Cecilia¡¯s mouth precisely¡­ How could this be possible! It was not something that an ordinary person could achieve. ¡°Apologize to her.¡± Maxwell calmly nced over Allison, Cecilia and then those rtives with a contemptuous look on their faces and said coldly, ¡°If you refuse to make an apology, you¡¯ll not simply get that cigarette butt. Although I seldom beat women, for those who humiliated my wife, I will y hardball.¡± ¡°Son of bitch¡­ You¡­ How dare you? Do you know who we are?¡± Trembling, Allison picked herself up, looked at Maxwell in disbelief, and roared. ¡°I know, the Sandoval family in the capital city.¡± Maxwell curled his lips, ¡°Even if you¡¯re the Jesus, you would have the same result if you humiliate my wife.¡± Greta, who was standing behind Maxwell, raised her head with dullness written all over her face. She hadn¡¯t expected that Maxwell would stand out for her at this moment. In her memory, Maxwell was a coward and overcautious buck-passer. But today, he stood out without any trace of cowardice. ¡°You provoked the Sandovals on the home ground of the Sandoval family! You¡¯re doomed!¡± Allison grinned angrily. It was her first time to see a person as arrogant as Maxwell, who even thumbed his nose at the Sandoval family in the capital city! ¡°What does it matter even if you¡¯re from the Sandoval family in the capital city? Hurry up to apologize to my wife!¡± Maxwell uttered slowly in a stern and indubitable voice. ¡°You¡¯re seeking death.¡± Andreas suddenly stood up with the ss in his hand and stared at Maxwell ferociously and coldly. He banged the wine ss on the ground. Soon, several security guards who were equipped with guns rushed into the vi. The ambience suddenly became intense! ¡°Andreas Sandoval, what do you want to do?¡± Greta became grim-faced as she could roughly guess what Andreas wanted to do. ¡°If I can¡¯t get the woman I want, I would rather wish she¡¯s a dead person.¡± Andreas gracefully walked towards Greta step by step with his hands sped behind his back, ¡°If you can¡¯t get the thing you want, you should ruin it¡­ Aren¡¯t you clear of this principle?¡± ¡°I¡¯ve given you countless chances, but you didn¡¯t cherish them at all! Then don¡¯t me me for being ruthless!¡± Andreas spoke in a cold tone, looking like a Satan from the hell. Maxwell narrowed his eyes. Judging from thatrge number of security guards who were in ck and equipped with guns, apparently Andreas had nned this in advance and was waiting for them to hurl themselves willingly into the trap. This was a trap borately nned by Andreas. It was a family feast of the Sandovals on the surface¡­ but was indeed a hostile reception to kill them! Greta¡¯s face turned pale¡­ Although she had expected that today¡¯s family feast would be very dangerous, she had toe. With her unyielding and tenacious characteristics, she would definitely not surrender to Andreas even if she had to die. Andreas stared at Maxwell and Greta coldly, finally failing to conceal his killing intentions. He would not allow Maxwell to walk out of this vi alive today! Maxwell nced at those security guards who were equipped with guns and sneered, ¡°Are you trying to bluff me?¡± The room was soon prevailed by silence. Andreas¡¯ cold expressions instantly froze. This live-in-son-inw was really bold and had no idea of the circumstance he was in! He was faced with imminent death, yet he was still acting arrogantly! Chapter 65: Seeking Medical Advice Chapter 65: Seeking Medical Advice Not only Andreas, Alison and Cecilia were also stunned. They stared at Maxwell with a dumbstruck look and burst intoughter. ¡°I¡¯ve seen someone who undervalued his life, but I¡¯ve never seen anyone who is so fearless of death like you. I wonder you may even not know how to spell the word ¡®death¡¯.¡± Allison said in a sarcastic tone. ¡°Bastard and bitch, what a perfect match. Even death would not expiate all their sins. Andreas, don¡¯t talk nonsense with them, just send them to the heaven.¡± Cecilia said ironically. Greta was overwhelmed by despair. It seemed they had slim hope to walk out of this vi alive today. Fortunately, she had made relevant preparations beforeing here. She kept shivering¡­Maxwell nced over the security guards who were in ck clothing, seeming to be not affected by their terrifying auras. ¡°Yo, is this a kind of ostentation of your power? But you want to kill me with these men? Your dream!¡± Maxwell sneered. ¡°To get rid of a nothing-for-good like you, they¡¯re enough.¡± Andreas curled his lips into an ironic smile and wore a look with terrifying killing intentions, ¡°You¡¯re even not a match for a security guard who is equipped with nothing. You¡¯re as weak as an ant¡­¡± Silence prevailed in the whole dining hall. They shifted their gazes onto Maxwell contemptuously. Apparently, they also agreed with Andreas¡¯ words¡­ Maxwell was undoubtedly as weak as an ant in the face a big shot from the capital city like Mr. Andreas. ¡°Ant?¡± Maxwell slowly blew out the smoke. Noticing the scornful smile on Andreas¡¯ face, he suddenly took a step forward and soon cropped up in front of Andreas. His speed was so fast that his figure was like a streak of lightening. Andreas was caught out of guard as Maxell¡¯s movement was so fast. Such speed was really horrifying since Maxwell had shed through the crowd of security guards like a lightning. Andreas¡¯ expressions changed dramatically. Maxwell took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and threw a punch towards Andreas swiftly. ¡°Bang!¡± Maxwell used his hand as a knife and hewed Andreas on his shoulder. Andreas quivered and stepped backward uncontrobly, as if he had been struck by lightning. ¡°You¡­¡± Andreas had dramatic change in his expressions. His viscera had all been damaged by the aftershock of the p and he kept stepping back until his back was against the wall! The others in the dining hall were all shocked. Allison, Cecilia and especially Charlie werepletely dumbfounded and were all lost for words. The young master of the Sandoval family in the capital city was actually attacked by someone! Someone really dared to assault Mr. Andreas! The security guards hastily rushed over and helped Andreas up. The ambience in the room was icy cold as the room was prevailed by silence which was quite oppressive. Mr. Andreas from the capital city, the one favored by the God, was attacked sneakily by someone in Ocean City. If this piece of news spread out, it would definitely cause amotion in the capital city. Nevertheless, Maxwell was still staring at Andreas calmly and indifferently, showing no trace of emotional change in his eyes. He didn¡¯t intend to resort to force in full view of such arge crowd as he was worried that his identity would be exposed. However, this Andreas really had gone too far! He even tried to bully Greta, his wife! Greta was his bottom line! He would never allow other men to bully Greta! Andreas really had gone too far¡­ From the carrot-and-stick tricks at the very beginning¡­ to hiring murders to kill them¡­ He tried to achieve his goal by hook or by crook without any scruples, as if the Ocean City was his own home ground and that he was unbridled here. ¡°You¡¯re seeking death!¡± Couldn¡¯t bear it any longer, Charlie suddenly stood to his feet and shouted an order to those security guards in ck, ¡°Catch two of them. How dare you hurt my son! What a deadly sin!¡± Andreas fixed his deep-set eyes on Maxwell¡­ It was the first time for him to see someone to be able to beat back the other person for several meters with only one blow. Other people present in the dining hall were all shocked too. They stared at Maxwell with a dumbfounded look. This was also the first time for them to see someone bold enough to assault Mr. Andreas. What an unruly behavior! It was just like a rebellion! Maxwell stared at Andreas coldly, ¡°I¡¯ve told you. These craps could not stop me.¡± The security guards were instantly angered and red at Maxwell with enormous killing intentions. They¡­ They were taunted?! Maxwell was talking nonsense! They were the most outstanding security guards, but he said that they were craps! ¡°Kill them, sons of bitches!¡± Allison suddenly shouted. Then there came the crisp sound of the loading of weapons. The security guards, who were all equipped with guns, all unlocked the safety locks and loaded the guns before pointing their guns at Maxwell and Greta. The intense ambience enveloped the whole room! ¡°Give over!¡± Right at this moment, an authoritative voice of an old man came from outside the luxurious vi. A spunky old man stepped into the vi with his hands sped behind his back. Withposure, he was exuding a powerful aura of authorization. ¡°What are you doing? Put down your guns.¡± The old man nced over and uttered word by word. Although his voice was calm, it left no room for others to doubt his words. ¡°Dad.¡± Charlie looked up. He was so shocked when he saw the man. ¡°Dad.¡± Allison and Cecilia finally pulled themselves back to reality and called out in unison with a bewildered look. The old man nodded. There was a slight change in Andreas¡¯ expressions as this was quite unexpected to him. The appearance of the old man broke the ice. ¡°Grandpa¡­¡± Greta was dumbstruck. Complicated emotions crept on her face when she was looking at the familiar and amiable old man. The old man was actually Greta¡¯s grandpa, Absalom Sandoval, who was now working in the government of the capital city. To avoid arousing suspicion, he seldom showed up in the Sandoval family, whereas he was the biggest backer of the family. ¡°Greta. Howe you¡¯re here?¡± Absalom was stunned when he saw Greta. ¡°I¡­¡± Greta was lost for words. Maxwell, who was standing aside, curled his lips into a light smile and exined for Greta, ¡°The Sandovals is holding a family feast to celebrate their arrival at Ocean City. They are all Greta¡¯s rtives, so Greta alsoes.¡± ¡°Oh that¡¯s it.¡± Absalom nodded and let out an ¡®eek¡¯ when he saw Maxwell. He shifted his gaze to Greta and asked, ¡°Who¡¯s this¡­¡± Greta casted a nce at Absalom in a cute manner and said with an aggrieved tone, ¡°You don¡¯t know him? He¡¯s Maxwell.¡± ¡°Oh, turns out you¡¯re Mr. Maxwell. Forgive me, I have bad memories and almost forget Mr. Maxwell.¡± A tinge of respect shed across his eyes. ¡°No need to be so courteous. We¡¯re families after all.¡± Maxwell spoke ndly. Absalom shook his head as he knew deep down that Maxwell was not an ordinary person, ¡°Proper courtesy and etiquette are needed. Mr. Maxwell, thank you for taking care of Greta during this period.¡± ¡°She¡¯s my wife. You don¡¯t need to thank me.¡± Maxwell chuckled and took the opportunity to slip his arm around Greta¡¯s slim waist. Greta shivered slightly. She turned his head to shoot a fierce re at Maxwell. But she hadn¡¯t expected that Maxwell would tighten the grip. Greta could even felt his hand stroking her waist, which almost caused her to have goose bumps all over. This Maxwell¡­ He would try to take advantage of her at any moment¡­ ¡°Dad, why are you being so kind to him? He¡¯s just an outsider?¡± Allison suddenly got a word in with dissatisfaction. ¡°Mr. Maxwell just married Greta several months ago. Can¡¯t you guys give him some understandings since he¡¯s not familiar with the Sandoval family?¡± Absalom nced over the family members. Therefore, even if they were quite dissatisfied, they had to suppress it. A tinge ofplicated emotion was brewing in Andreas eyes when he saw Absalom¡¯s attitude towards Maxwell. ¡°Dad, aren¡¯t you in the capital city? Howe you have free time toe to Ocean City?¡± asked Charlie. ¡°I heard Andreas is holding a family feast, so Ie to have a look.¡± Absalom replied ndly. ¡°Grandpa. I guess this is not your real purpose.¡± Andreas curled his lips into a meaningful smile. Absalom shot a nce at Andreas with astonishment,ughed loudly and then praised, ¡°Andreas is getting smarter. That¡¯s good. I announced to the public that I was having a period of rest and recuperation at home, but I had been actually staying in Ocean City during this period.¡± ¡°You have been in here all this time?¡± The Sandovals were all stunned. Absalom had been staying in the Ocean City¡­ Yet they were all in the dark! ¡°The reason why I¡¯m staying in Ocean City secretly is that I have an important matter to attend to. As for this matter, the fewer people know about it, the better.¡± Just as Absalom finished the words, Allison nced at Maxwell and ordered, ¡°Maxwell, hurry up to pour a cup of tea for your grandpa-inw.¡± ¡°Oh, got it.¡± The imposing aura around Maxwell dissipated into thin air. He stooped to pour a cup of tea for Absalom. ¡°Take a sip of the tea and have a rest.¡± Maxwell said to Absalom. ¡°Shut up. You¡¯re really ill-bred. Greta¡¯s grandpa is also your senior. Why didn¡¯t you say in a polite way like ¡®Please take a sip of the tea¡¯? Didn¡¯t anyone teach you how to be polite?¡± Allison suddenly rebuked. Greta slightly knitted her eyebrows. Right at this moment, even a fool would be able to discern that Allison was taking this matter as her ammunition against Maxwell. Maxwell nced at Allison meaningfully yet didn¡¯t retort her. It was like he didn¡¯t take her words seriously. ¡°The reason why I came to Ocean City was that one of my old friends had a serious illness and he was dying. I¡¯ve sought for many doctors in Beijing but they all had no solutions. So I came to Ocean City to N?velDrama.Org is the owner. have a try.¡± Absalom exined. ¡°Even the specialists in Beijing have no solutions to this kind of illness. Will it be useful to seek for doctors in Ocean City?¡± Charlie couldn¡¯t help asking. ¡°Not only the doctors in Beijing. I¡¯ve also sought for help from top-ss specialists and doctors overseas, but these efforts were all in vain.¡± Absalom paused before continuing, ¡°Later, I heard from someone that there¡¯s a magical doctor in Ocean City. So Ie to have a try as I¡¯ll make every possible effort.¡± Absalom said slowly. ¡°A magical doctor? Is it a rumor?¡± Greta folded her arms over her chest and asked with doubt in her eyes. ¡°This is thest chance. My friend is dying and there¡¯s a slim hope.¡± Absalom sighed. ¡°He¡¯s dying? Can I have a try?¡± A voice suddenly sounded in the room. Chapter 66: Who Did You Mention by Saying That? Chapter 66: Who Did You Mention by Saying That? The people in the dining hall all nced over following the voice, and found Maxwell wearing a confident smile on his face. ¡°Can you?¡± Allison sneered with her hands on her hips, ¡°Even the specialists in Beijing and overseas had no solutions to this. Don¡¯t you pull a stunt here!¡± ¡°That¡¯s true. Dad had sought for help from various prestigious specialists overseas, but they all failed. Now you want to have a look? You haven¡¯t been recognized by the Sandoval family, yet now you¡¯re trying to intervene in the family affairs. Are you qualified to do so?¡± Cecilia chimed in. Andreas fixed his eyes on Maxwell who looked quite calm and suddenly spoke, ¡°Then just let him have a try. I¡¯m really curious. Mr. Maxwell is just a driver¡­ But surprisingly, you have some knowledge about medicine?¡± Maxwell casted a nce at Andreas and nodded proudly, ¡°I know a little.¡± ¡°You¡¯re really good at bragging yourself.¡± Allison chuckled and said sarcastically, ¡°You¡¯re just a driver. But you bragged that you have knowledge about medicine¡­ Then I would like to say I¡¯m the incarnation of Hua Tuo!¡± [Note: Hua Tuo (c. 108¨C208 AD) is a reputable doctor of the Eastern Han Dynasty] Charlie knitted his brows and shifted his gaze onto Greta, ¡°Greta, is your husband also being so shameless in usual times?¡± Greta¡¯s expressions froze on her face. As a matter of fact, she was also confused as she couldn¡¯t understand Maxwell¡¯s behavior now. Why did this guy push himself forward? With Absalom¡¯s identity, he must have asked for help from countless medical specialists, yet they had no solutions to this disease. How could Maxwell solve this problem? Greta tugged Maxwell¡¯s cloth under the table, shot a fierce re at him, and asked in whisper, ¡°What the hell do you want to do?¡± Maxwell curled his lips into a light smile, ¡°To treat the illness.¡± ¡°Treat¡­ Treat the illness?¡± Greta¡¯s expressions froze as she stared at Maxwell in disbelief. ¡®This guy was serious?¡± She thought to herself. ¡°Will you die if you don¡¯t make a fuss? Come back with me after finishing the banquet.¡± Greta gritted her teeth. She had a hunch that Absalom¡¯s appearance in Ocean City was for something bad. Nevertheless, Maxwell reacted as if he hadn¡¯t heard the words. He nced at Absalom, ¡°As there was just a glim hope to cure him, what about let me have a try? I once made acquaintance with an old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner and learned a little from him. Maybe it will be of help this time.¡± ¡°Tsk, you said you knew an old traditional Chinese medicine practitioner? Why didn¡¯t you tell us that you¡¯re indeed a doctor?¡± Cecilia sneered. Ignoring her scornful gaze, Maxwell nced at Absalom calmly and meaningfully. Absalom waved his hand to quiet down the people present in the dining hall, and then asked with a serious stare, ¡°You really know about medicine?¡± Maxwell nodded in response. Even Charlie couldn¡¯t help but let out a contemptuous chuckle. This Maxwell was really good at pretending! How dared he deceive Absalom? He will meet his end! ¡°Great!¡± Absalom agreed with it promptly and pped his hands, ¡°I¡¯ll give you a chance. Please help me.¡± The people in the dining hall were all shocked. Absalom was actually convinced by Maxwell¡¯s ndishments! ¡°Dad, he¡¯s talking nonsense. Andreas said that he was just a live-in son-inw. Except for driving cars in usual times, he¡¯s good at nothing. He¡¯s just a crap.¡± Allison rebuked loudly while pointing at Maxwell. ¡°That¡¯s true, Dad. You¡¯ve turn to numerous specialists for help, yet still haven¡¯t solved the illness. This nothing-for-good would definitely of no help.¡± Cecilia chimed in. ¡°He was just bragging.¡± Charlie snorted coldly. But Absalom waved his hand and said, ¡°Under such circumstances, as long as there¡¯s a glim hope, I will not give up. Mr. Maxwell, pleasee with me.¡± Absalom took a step forward. Maxwell nced at his back with a meaningful gaze and gradually curled his lips into an unfathomable smile. ¡°You¡¯d better don¡¯t put him to death. Otherwise, you, such a matrilocal son-inw, should never dream of stepping into the Sandoval house!¡± Allison red at Maxwell and said arrogantly before following Absalom. Maxwell narrowed his eyes. If it was not because Greta was present and that he was afraid that the Sandoval family would make things difficult for Greta secretly if he did something here, Allison would have been punished. How would she be so arrogant and unruly then? ¡°Good luck.¡± Andreas followed Allison and Cecilia to walk out of the vi. He stopped out of the blue, turned around to look at Maxwell, and blurted out the two words with a weird smile. He soon left the luxurious vi and strode towards the ck Benz which was parked at the entrance. Maxwell also followed them. But just as he took a step forward, he was stopped by Greta, ¡°What the heck do you want to do?¡± Maxwell paused and turned around with confusion on his face, ¡°What else can I do? I¡¯m going to treat N?velDrama.Org owns this text. the disease.¡± ¡°Oh, please!¡± Greta sneered. Other people might have no idea about Maxwell¡¯s true capability, but she, Greta Sandoval, was quite clear of it. Although sometimes Maxwell¡¯s behavior appeared to be weird, Greta did not believe that Maxwell would cure a person who was diagnosed as incurable and was dying. If Maxwell failed to cure him and thus angered Absalom¡­ he and she would be repelled by the Sandoval family. Maybe they would get even with them for the past grudges as well as for this matter. ¡°You really want to know it?¡± Maxwell slowed down his pace and smiled with a tinge of interest. ¡°Tell me quickly.¡± Greta red at Maxwell as if she would let Maxwell suffer if he didn¡¯t hurry to tell her. ¡°It¡¯s simple. I just want to help you get back what should be belonged to you from the Sandoval family as well as the family status you deserve.¡± Maxwell said ndly. Greta¡¯s expressions froze. She widened her eyes, ¡°You?¡± ¡°Can¡¯t I?¡± Maxwell asked. Greta shook her head and smiled, ¡°I know your good will and that this is for my sake. But cut it out. It¡¯s sophisticated and is not as easy as you¡¯ve imagined¡­¡± ¡°Trust me. I will get you the status you deserve in the Sandoval family and not let you be taunted by others anymore.¡± Maxwell said in a serious voice. After finishing the words, he stepped out of the vi and didn¡¯t pause no matter how loudly Greta was shouting at him. ¡°How audacious!¡± Greta red at Maxwell¡¯s back as indignation rose inwardly. This person was always thinking highly of himself! Greta had lost her temper at the moment. She would like to see how Maxwell would exin it if he failed to cure that patient and was thus scolded by the Sandoval families! ¡­ In a bedroom with antique decoration in Ocean City, an old man was lying on a bed which was made of thousand-year eaglewood. Every object in the bedroom was valuable and if they entered the ck market, they would undoubtedly be sold at sky-high prices. And the bed that the old man was lying on was even more valuable. Many rich were eager to thousand- year eaglewood as even if you were rich and powerful, it would be hard for you to get it. All these were enough to prove that the identity of that old man was extraordinary. Several males and females, young or old, were standing beside the bed with sorrows on their faces. They were all in suit. When then looked at the old man who was having an intravenous drip, they felt as if they were gradually engulfed by despair. There were also few doctors in white clothing by the bedside, who were discussing about how to prolong the old man¡¯s life-span. Absalom stopped by the bedside and said gently while looking at the old man, ¡°Lennon, I bring a person to treat your disease again.¡± ¡°Mr. Absalom, my dad had seen many specialists, all of which said this was a difficult misceneous disease and that they had never seen this kind of illness. It¡¯s useless¡­¡± A middle-aged man said in a sorrowful voice. ¡°Lennon had been carrying out benefactions all his life and had helped countless people. I can¡¯t just let him die like this.¡± Absalom shook his head and turned around to face the crowd, ¡°Come to have a look.¡± The crowd dispersed as a figure was walking out from the crowd. This was not someone else, but Maxwell! The people present in the bedroom all nced at Maxwell in astonishment. Judging from his dark skin and indecent demeanor, he was by no means a medical master. Maxwell looked like a peasant from the countryside. The middle-aged man nced at Maxwell and was stunned for a moment. He then talked to Absalom, ¡°Mr. Absalom, is this the master you found?¡± ¡°He¡¯s one of my friends and he said he knows something about medicine. So I bring him here to have a look.¡± Absalom replied. There came amotion from the crowd and many of them were having doubtful expressions. Everyone doubted whether if Maxwell had knowledge about medicine as he was so young. ¡°Mr. Absalom, are you kidding me? I¡¯ve sought for help from all the specialists in Beijing yet all the efforts were in vain. We¡¯ve even invited the prestigious doctor in Ocean City to have a look, but he said even he had no solutions to this disease and that his master might be able to treat it if he was still alive¡­¡± The middle-aged man casted a contemptuous nce at Maxwell and sighed. ¡°Mr. Maxwell, didn¡¯t you say you know medicine? The patient is now right in front of you,e and have a diagnosis.¡± Andreas suddenly cut in, his eyes unfathomable and cold. Maxwell nodded and nced at the old man, ¡°He has a florid face and it looks like there¡¯s nothing wrong with his health condition¡­¡± ¡°Cut the crap!¡± The middle-aged man said in a fury, ¡°My dad looked well back then, but one day, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood and he had been in unconsciousness since then. This¡¯s so obvious. Do I need you to remind me of this?¡± ¡°Do you really have knowledge about medicine? Didn¡¯t you say you know about it, tell us what kind of disease it is?¡± Allison sneered. ¡°Yep. When we were in the vi, you kept bragging that you have knowledge about medicine. Now we are here right in front of the patient, why don¡¯t you speak a word about this?¡± Cecilia chimed in in a shrill voice. The people in the bedroom changed their expressions instantly. And when they nced at Maxwell, there were more contempt and sarcasm in their gazes. ¡°Grandpa, I and Maxwell have a meeting to attend to this afternoon. Can we go back¡­¡± Greta looked at Maxwell worriedly. ¡°Come back? Isn¡¯t he arrogant? Then let us see how proficient he is in medicine.¡± Allison sneered with great interest and stared at Maxwell maliciously. She must revenge for the p and embarrass Maxwell and Greta! ¡°You¡­¡± Greta red at Allison coldly. ¡°You said you know about medicine. Then tell me, what kind of disease is this patient suffering?¡± A hoary-headed specialist who was standing by the bedside pushed up his sses and asked slowly. ¡°I don¡¯t know.¡± Maxwell curled his lip and replied. ¡°You don¡¯t know? If you don¡¯t know about it, what¡¯s your qualification to diagnose it? Every doctor here is more qualified than you.¡± The specialist looked at Maxwell patronizingly and arrogantly, ¡°You¡¯d better behave yourself and walk out of here. It¡¯s better for you to be a bouncer. Pretending to know what you don¡¯t know¡­ Is it out of your disgraceful false pride?¡± The specialist rebuked Maxwell undauntedly. Every of his words were like a sharp knife. It was like he was exposing the true face of a liar and was nailing a lie! ¡°Pretending to know what I don¡¯t know?¡± Maxwell was stunned slightly. He then chuckled and slowly breathed out a mouthful of smoke with his gaze unfathomable. ¡°Who did you mention by saying that?¡± Chapter 67: Savior Chapter 67: Savior The ambience in the bedroom instantly tensed up. Maxwell¡¯s gripped the specialist and stared at him with his unfathomable and sharp eyes as if he wished to see through the specialist. The specialist shivered, but he still toughed it out, ¡°I was mentioning the one who has meager knowledge about medicine but was smattering just now.¡± ¡°Let go of him! Did he say the wrong thing? Do you have a medical practitioner¡¯s qualification certificate?¡± Another doctor who was standing aside chimed in. He was the best specialist in cardiovascr and cerebrovascr diseases in Ocean City and was also invited to here to have this experts¡¯ meeting with an aim to find a way to prolong the patient¡¯s life-span. ¡°Qualification certificate?¡± Maxwell was stunned for a while and then shook his head, ¡°I don¡¯t have it.¡± ¡°Then which medical school did you graduate from?¡± The doctor fixed his eyes on Maxwell and asked aggressively. ¡°I didn¡¯t graduate from a medical school.¡± Maxwell replied ndly. ¡°Who do you think you are since you don¡¯t have a medical practitioner¡¯s qualification certificate and didn¡¯t graduate from a medical school?¡± The doctor reprimanded in a stern voice, ¡°Are you a barefoot doctor?¡± [Note: Barefoot doctors were healthcare providers who underwent basic medical training and worked in rural viges in China.] ¡°Turns out he¡¯s just a barefoot doctor. I thought he¡¯s a master¡­ That makes sense. He looks so young, how can it be possible that he¡¯s proficient in medicine¡­¡± All of a sudden, everyone in the bedroom nced at Maxwell with some different emotions in their gazes ¨C there were some more traces of contempt and sarcasm. The way they looked at Maxwell was like they were looking at a chatan. ¡°Mr. Absalom, we came all the way to treat the patient, not to handle with a hypocritical chatan. Even if I didn¡¯t cure the patient¡¯s disease, how can you use this kind of person to humiliate me?¡± The doctor who was grabbed by Maxwell pushed his hand away and rebuked in a stern voice. ¡°Although I¡¯m not as outstanding as the first-ss experts overseas, I¡¯m not someone who can be bullied by others at will. If you don¡¯t ept our medical diagnosis, we can just leave.¡± Another doctor looked at Maxwell coldly. ¡°Please don¡¯t leave. Mr. Absalom was just so anxious that he resorted to every possible means and found the wrong person¡­¡± The middle-aged man who was in suit was clutched by anxiety and smiled fawningly. He then turned around and ordered Maxwell coldly, ¡°Hurry to get out. Without my or Mr. Absalom¡¯s order, you¡¯re not allowed to step into this bedroom!¡± ¡°Are you sure?¡± Maxwell nced at the middle-aged man meaningfully. ¡°Of course! Hurry up to get lost!¡± The crowd in the bedroom quieted down. The gazes falling on Maxwell and Greta were quite scornful after the middle-aged man in suit finally couldn¡¯t bear it any longer and began to drive them out. The bedroom was prevailed by silence. Andreas, who was standing at a corner, gradually curled his lips into a cold smile when he saw this scene. ¡°Yo, your trick is exposed. Now you continue to stay here and refuse to leave? ¡®Follow the man you marry, be he fowl or cur¡¯, you¡¯re really a good practitioner of this old saying. You and your husband are really cheeky.¡± Allison sneered with sarcasm and humiliated them verbally. ¡°Someone said he knew about medicine, didn¡¯t he? He had never studied in a medical school and had just studied from a quack doctor for several days, yet he had the guts to swindle others. How hypocritical!¡± Cecilia nced at Maxwell and Greta and taunted. Greta was rooted on the floor. She finally couldn¡¯t bear to hear Allison and Cecilia¡¯s tant and targeted taunts and suddenly stood to her feet, turned around, held Maxwell¡¯s hand and walked out of the bedroom. ¡°It¡¯s all your fault. If it¡¯s not because you wanted to show off yourself, will we be theughing stock of those people there?¡± They went to the corridor and Greta shot a fierce re at Maxwell. Maxwell smiled embarrassedly and then asked meaningfully, ¡°Ms. Greta, are youing back?¡± ¡°Of course. Should I stay here and wait for them to taunt at me?¡± Greta asked coldly. Just as Maxwell and Greta walked out of the ultrarge luxurious vi, they saw a car galloping in their direction from afar and then slowly stopping by the roadside. The car door was opened and a thin-haired old man got off the car. He was in a white suit specially used when practicing Kungfu and it looked like he came here right after finishing practicing boxing. The old man noticed Maxwell as soon as he got off the car. He narrowed his eyes, took two consecutive steps forward towards Maxwell, and asked with uncertainty, ¡°Lad, why do I feel so familiar with you¡­¡± Maxwell paused and curled his lips into a light smile, ¡°You forget me?¡± The old man pped his own head andughed, ¡°Oh, it¡¯s you.¡± ¡°You two¡­ met before?¡± Greta was slightly stunned. ¡°Of course. As I went to the wet market nearby every morning, I often saw him practicing Kungfu when I passed a park and would stop to have a chat with him.¡± Maxwell smiled, ¡°Greta, youe back to the car first. I want to have a short talk with him. I¡¯ll go find you soon.¡± Greta nced over Maxwell and the old man. She then nodded and walked elegantly towards the Maybach which was parked far away. ¡°Hey, why are you here?¡± Maxwell asked. The old man produced a sheet of prescription from his pocket and replied, ¡°One of my patients is suffering from an incurable disease. After having a diagnosis of himst time, I have been studied this at home. I found this prescription recently. So now I want to test its effect.¡± Maxwell slightly curled his lips as he nced over the prescription, ¡°This prescription will not be helpful.¡± The old man smiled, ¡°You know nothing. This prescription is left by my father. Do you know who my father is?¡± ¡°Who?¡± Maxwell fixed his eyes on the old man with great interest. The old man¡¯s kindly face flickered across a trace of pride, ¡°When my father was alive, he was called ¡®magical doctor in Ocean City¡¯ by the public.¡± Maxwell looked at the old man with interest, ¡°Magical doctor in Ocean City?¡± ¡°Yep. My father once studied from a prestigious teacher and was proficient in medicine. It was as if he could bring the dying back to life and he had cured numerous difficult misceneous diseases¡­ Nevertheless, three years ago, he passed away.¡± The old man slowly narrated, ¡°Three years ago when he was dying, he told me about the only regret in his life - he once met a patient who was suffering from an incurable disease and that was the first time that he had failed to cure a disease. So he left this sheet of prescription¡­¡± The man looked upset, ¡°I heard that it was not my father who created this prescription. He just wrote down it under the guidance of a master.¡± N?velDrama.Org owns this text. ¡°I¡¯ve never imagined that the world is full of wonders. Now this patient is suffering from the same incurable disease.¡± The old man spoke slowly, ¡°This may be my fate. Naturally I must save him at any cost! This is the mission of a doctor.¡± ¡°You were practicing boxing in the park every day. But I haven¡¯t expected that you¡¯re from a doctors¡¯ family.¡± Maxwell chuckled and teased. ¡°It¡¯s all about the past. No need to mention it.¡± The old man waved his hand and walked towards the luxurious vi. A sound suddenly rumbled from behind the old man. It was Maxwell who stopped him, ¡°This prescriptioncks of a kind of herbal medicine. Without this herbal medicine, this sheet of prescription is nothing more than a waste paper.¡± The old man paused and turned around to look at Maxwell, while theter still looked calm, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing. Maxwell walked over the old man and whispered several sentences. The old man was shocked as if he had been struck by lightning and was rooted on the spot. Maxwell¡¯s words gave him a light bulb moment and he was suddenly enlightened. He looked at Maxwell gratefully and excitedly with traces of shock and respect in his eyes. When the old man finally pulled himself back to reality, Maxwell had left and was nowhere to be found. The old man turned around, shivered all over and ran towards the vi excitedly. Maxwell walked towards the Maybach which was parked by the roadside, pulled open the door and then boarded on the car. The engine started up with a roar and the car headed towards afar in a high speed¡­ ¡°What¡¯s your rtionship with that old man?¡± Greta, who was sitting at the rear seat, asked a probing question while staring at Maxwell¡¯s reflection in the rearview mirror. ¡°We are just good friends who often have talks in the park.¡± Maxwell smiled awkwardly. Seeing that a trace of doubt shed across Greta¡¯s beautiful eyes, Maxwell hastily patted his chest and promised. ¡­ In the luxurious vi, a servant carefully fed a bowl of herbal medicine soup to Lennon who was lying on the bed. The people in the bedroom all held their breaths. Especially Absalom, who was looking at Lennon seriously, uncontrobly had a flicker of hope in his eyes. Lennon suddenly trembled all over and opened his eyes while spitting out a mouthful of ck blood! ¡°We seed.¡± The old man was quite excited and shivered all over! Lennon was spared from the death after spitting out this mouthful of ck blood. Lennon struggled to prop himself up from the bed with both hands and sat up slowly. ¡°Dad.¡± The middle-aged man in suit shed tears of joy. Lennon actually became better than he was before! ¡°Lennon, you really scared me to death.¡± Absalom heaved a sigh of relief while looking at Lennon who looked weak with a pale face and smiled helplessly. ¡°Thank you. I, Michael Bole, will never forget your great kindness.¡± The middle-aged man turned around and kneeled down in front of the old man without hesitation. ¡°Oh, don¡¯t kneel down, I don¡¯t deserve it.¡± The old man hastily waved his hands. ¡°You¡¯ve saved Lennon, so you deserve it.¡± Absalom said. ¡°Get up first. It¡¯s a long story. The actual savior is someone else.¡± The old man exined slowly. ¡°Someone else? But it was you who served us the medicine soup, Mister. Since it was not you, who would be the one who actually saved my father?¡± Michael was stunned. ¡°The prescription is passed down by my father. But there¡¯s a deadly defeat in it. Without his help, this prescription wouldn¡¯t work and your father might not be able to be saved.¡± The old man exined slowly, ¡°So, he was the one who had helped a lot, and I was just the one who diagnosed the patient.¡± Lennon¡¯s voice was still husky which showed that he was still weak, but it sounded better than before, ¡°Thank you for saving my life. I, Lennon Bole, will never forget your kindness¡­ Nevertheless, can you tell me whereabouts of the one that you mentioned¡­¡± ¡°Please tell us his whereabouts.¡± Absalom nodded and wore an extremely respectful look. ¡°He just walked out of here.¡± The old man suddenly remembered something, ¡°Oh, there was a woman by his side. It was Ms. Greta.¡± The bedroom was overwhelmed by silence again and their gazes showed that they were so shocked. Andreas¡¯ expressions changed dramatically and disbelief was written all over his face. Chapter 68: Maxwell Was the Actual Savior! Chapter 68: Maxwell Was the Actual Savior! Absalom¡¯s expressions also changed instantly. He stared at the old man with shock and doubt. Andreas¡¯ face turned cold. He lowered his head and his eyes flicked shock and doubt alternately. Andreas had always been calm andposed, but this time, he was clutched by anxiety! Allison and Cecilia looked at each other in speechless despair as astonishment was written all over their pale faces. They could not believe that the one the old man mentioned before was actually that matrilocal son-inw of the Sandoval family! How could this be possible! That nothing-for-good was clearly telling a lie. How could it be possible that he really knew about medicine? Other members of the Sandoval family were also instantly dumbfounded. What the fuck! That Maxwell, who was taunted by them just now, soon became the savior that the old man had mentioned just now! This plot reversal was too shocking and wasing so quickly that they were all caught out of guard. Just now they had been taunting at the mediocre live-in son-inw of the Sandoval family, but this son- inw soon became the savior of Lennon Bole! This shocking event happened too suddenly that they felt as if they were dreaming and didn¡¯t dare to ept this. ¡°How could it be¡­¡± Andreas¡¯ expressions became ferocious and cold. His hands shivered slightly, showing that he was unwilling to ept this inwardly. ¡°Is the one you mentioned having dark skin, and the woman by his side is very beautiful, right? Are you sure that she¡¯s Greta Sandoval?¡± Lennon¡¯s son, Michael, grabbed the old man¡¯s shoulders and asked in a trembling voice. The old man nodded and replied, ¡°Greta is the most beautiful businesswoman in Ocean City and is quite famous. Almost everyone knows about her, right? I wouldn¡¯t have mistaken them. And it was him who helped me improve this prescription.¡± After finishing the words, he sighed emotionally, ¡°I haven¡¯t expected that there¡¯s a magical master in medicine who live in seclusion in Ocean City. My father had tried to cure this disease in all his life, but that young man just casually produced the prescription¡­¡± Lennon looked solemn and respectful and he suddenly kneeled down onto the ground. ¡°My savior, I would like to kneel down in front of you to show my gratitude. Feel free to tell me if you need my help. I, Lennon Bole, will try my best to help you, Mister!¡± The people in the bedroom were all shocked when hearing Lennon¡¯s words. They nced at the old man with eagerness and envy. It was because Lennon, who had made the promise, had an extraordinary identity! Lennon Bole was working in the government in Beijing ¨C the capital city of China as well as the center and peek of political battles. Many people in the room were eager to build connections with Lennon. As long as they could win Lennon¡¯s patronage, even if their rtionship was not that intimate, they would be the one that couldn¡¯t be offended in Ocean City! Lennon had a high position in Beijing government¡­ And even Absalom was inferior to him! Therefore, when Lennon was suffering from the incurable disease, many people paid a visit to this luxurious vi. Some of which were big shots who came all the way from Beijing that was quite far away from Ocean City. Many of them had invited specialists in various aspects in medicine, which caused a disturbance in the medical circle in Ocean City. But now, Lennon was saved by an old man, who was unknown to all of them and Lennon had showed great respect to him. How could they not be sulky after learning this? Had this man done some good deeds in hisst life? He actually managed to cure Lennon¡¯s incurable disease and saved him from Death. The specialists, who were standing aside all nced at the old man while feeling bitter about it, thinking that all this was because he had a good luck. In the face of Lennon¡¯s hospitality, the old man simply waved his hands, ¡°I just want to finish my father¡¯s allowed to have meat recently. I wille to have a check-up three dayster.¡± ¡°Okay. Someone see Mister off.¡± Lennon replied respectfully and nced at his son, Michael Bole. Michael finally reacted and smiled embarrassedly, ¡°Mister, let me give you a ride.¡± After the old man left the luxurious vi, Lennon sat down on the bed, heaved a long sigh, and fixated his gaze on Absalom, ¡°Andreas, do you know the person that my savior mentioned just now?¡± ¡°He¡¯s probably the son-inw of the Sandoval family.¡± Absalom was stunned for a moment and then replied with uncertainty. ¡°A son-inw of your family?¡± Lennon¡¯s eyes lit up and he smiled, ¡°Hurry up to invite him here. I should personally thank him for saving me.¡± ¡°Lennon, although the medicine soup had saved your life, you¡¯re too weak now and couldn¡¯t get out of the bed. You should have good recuperation first and I wille to find him.¡± Absalom felt appeared that Maxwell really had insights into medicine and he had wronged him before. Absalom turned around to look at Andreas, ¡°Andreas, go and invite him back.¡± ¡°I?¡± Andreas, who had a cold face, changed his expressions instantly when hearing Absalom¡¯s words. He and Maxwell had offended each other openly but now Absalom asked him to invite Maxwell back. It was undoubtedly a humiliation like he was inviting Maxwell to give a p hard on his face! ¡°Grandpa, I don¡¯t know where he¡¯s going. Moreover, he left a long while ago, I¡¯m afraid even if I chase after him, I will fail to find him.¡± Andreas continued, ¡°What about going to the Sandoval Group to try our lucks?¡± ¡°All right.¡± Absalom nodded and turned to look at Lennon, ¡°Lennon, we will go and thank him on behalf of you. When your health condition is improved, you can go find him in person.¡± Lennon agreed. When Absalom turned around, Lennon stopped him and reminded, ¡°Please, make sure to tell him that when I feel better, I, Lennon Bole, will definitely pay a visit to him and thank him in person.¡± All people in the bedroom felt shocked. Lennon¡¯s words had proved that he valued highly of Maxwell! When Absalom and other members of the Sandoval family left the luxurious vi, Absalom looked into the distance of the road and muttered, ¡°Greta has given me a big surprise. I originally thought that this matrilocal son-inw was a mediocre person, but I didn¡¯t expect that he know about medicine¡­¡± ¡°Grandpa, this may not be true¡­¡± Andreas suddenly cut in. Absalom turned to look at him. Andreas uttered words slowly and meaningfully, ¡°When Maxwell told us that he knew about medicine, Greta¡¯s expressions showed that she was shocked as well, which indicated that she was also unconscious of this. If he was really a master in medicine, why did he hide this from his wife Greta?¡± Andreas paused before continuing slowly, ¡°Grandpa, there¡¯s another possibility¡­¡± ¡°Which kind of possibility?¡± Absalom became serious and narrowed his eyes. ¡°I guess he might have got the prescription to that disease by ident and he himself is indeed a medicine idiot!¡± Andreas said coldly, ¡°He just wanted to take this opportunity to leave a good impression on us and Lennon so that he can build connections with higher-ups in the future if there¡¯s a chance!¡± Andreas looked right into Absalom¡¯s eyes and continued, ¡°Grandpa, have you forgotten it? Lennon has a young daughter, Isadora Bole, and she¡¯s the apple of his eyes¡­¡± ¡°Do you mean that Maxwell had nned all these in advance?¡± Andreas was wise enough to guess Andreas¡¯ unspoken words instantly. ¡°Never forget to guard against possible harm, Grandpa. Even if he¡¯s the live-in son-inw of the Sandoval family, he¡¯s not a sibling of our family after all. No one knows the reason why he was willing to be a live-in son-inw.¡± Andreas analyzed slowly in a cold voice. ¡°Yep, dad, that Maxwell is thievish-looking and I can tell he¡¯s not a good person from his appearance. He just wants to make use of you to build connections with higher-ups. In this way, he will get to know Isadora and marry into the Bole family.¡± Allison chimed in. ¡°All right. I see. Let¡¯s go to Sandoval Group to have a look first.¡± Absalom gesture them to quiet down with a wave of his hand and continued, ¡°I heard that Sandoval Group is developing well in Ocean City. Let¡¯s go and have a look¡­¡± In the president¡¯s office in Sandoval Group, Greta was focusing on business affairs with her head drooped, while Maxwell was sitting cross-legged casually and unruly on the sofa and having fruits. Greta lifted up her head and threw a fierce nce at Maxwell when seeing his behavior while reprimanding, ¡°Hey, did I allow you to have my fruits?¡± Maxwell, who was grabbing a bunch of grapes, was stunned at the moment. He then asked, ¡°Aren¡¯t fruits a kind of food?¡± Greta snorted coldly with a cold face, ¡°You can eat it, but why did you spit grape skins casually?¡± Maxwellughed ingratiatingly, walked towards Greta with the bunch of grapes in his hand, picked off one grape and said, ¡°Ms. Greta, let me feed you.¡± ¡°I don¡¯t need you to feed me.¡± Greta rejected in a cold voice. ¡°Oh please. Ms. Greta, you are so busy with your work every day and I guess you must have no time to enjoy fruits. If you don¡¯t eat these fruits, they will get decayed. So you might just as well allow me to feed you.¡± Maxwell chuckled. Greta fixated her gaze on Maxwell for a long while. Then she blinked her eyes gently and nodded in agreement. Maxwell felt excited inwardly. He hastily picked off a plump grape that had a beautiful purple color and carefully reached it out to Greta¡¯s red lips. Greta slightly opened her mouth and gently bit the grape. The thin skin of the grape popped in her mouth and the sweet juice prevailed in her mouth. Greta slightly blinked and her eyes lit up when she tasted the fresh and tender grape. Maxwell was a bit stunned as he didn¡¯t understand why Greta was blinking at him. ¡°Ms. Greta, why are you looking at me in this manner¡­¡± Maxwell was a bit guilty. Greta knitted her brows, ¡°Where¡¯s the grape?¡± ¡°Oh¡­¡± Maxwell finally understood. He hastily picked off a grape and reached it out to her fawningly. Greta slightly opened her mouth and gently bit the grape¡­Just as she spit out the grape skin, Maxwell hastily reached another grape out to her mouth¡­ Maxwell stooped by the side while Greta was having grapes one by one with enjoyment written all over her delicate face. All of a sudden, Greta, with her eyes closed, failed to bite the grape. Instead, she kept Maxwell¡¯s finger in her mouth and was sucking it constantly¡­ Maxwell was instantly dumbfounded as he could clearly feel that his fingertip was wrapped by something extraordinary warm! Maxwell waspletely petrified for he hadn¡¯t expected that Greta would suddenly do this! The well-known beautiful president actually did this kind of thing in her office! Maxwell¡¯s expressions froze all of a sudden when he sensitively felt a soft touch from his fingertip. Maxwell slightly shivered out of excitement. This was the most intimate thing that Greta had done to him during the past several months! Excitement was written all over his face. This feeling was fucking good! Greta, who had always been aloof and indifferent, was actually sucking his finger! If this piece of news spread out, it would undoubtedly go virus. The beautiful president, with her long hairs cascading on her shoulders and two charming red lips, was keeping Maxwell¡¯s finger in her mouth. Her tongue inadvertently licked his finger and in this way she could taste the sweet fruit juice left on the finger. Maxwell almost went crazy at the moment and was extremely excited. No one would have expected that Maxwell, who could still remain calm in the face of all dangers, would actually get so excited just because of a trifle matter. If the heads of countries saw this appearance of N?velDrama.Org is the owner. him, they would definitely guess whether if Maxwell had taken drugs. ¡°Hss¡­¡± Maxwell gasped. Greta finally pulled herself together and flushed. Maxwell had wild thoughts that what if the thing in her mouth was not his finger, but something else¡­ This scene was really a trigger of random thoughts as people would uncontrobly have wild thoughts when they saw this. ¡°Bang!¡± A beautiful figure suddenly pushed open the door of the office and was now standing at the door. Astonished, Maxwell lifted his head and saw a dumbfounded beauty. ¡°Melissa¡­¡± Maxwell called her name. It was as if the air was frozen and the ambience in the room was extremely awkward. Maxwell scratched his head feeling very upset and sulky¡­ What the fuck, it was really hard and rare for him to get such benefits, but Melissa just came at the most inappropriate moment, neither too early nor toote¡­ Greta suddenly reached out and exerted great force to push Maxwell away. With a flushed face, she was ring at Maxwell with enormous killing intentions! ¡°Ms. Greta, I¡­¡±Maxwell smiled embarrassedly. But Greta suddenly produced an art knife and tossed it towards Maxwell. ¡°Get lost!¡± Maxwell staggered out of office. He was so uncollected at the moment, which was quite different from his high-spirited self. But no one had noticed that¡­ there was a meaningful smile on his lips¡­ Chapter 69: Maxwell’s Real Identity Chapter 69: Maxwell¡¯s Real Identity As Maxwell left the office, Greta crossed her arms before her chest and asked with an attractive voice while watching Maxwell left with angry eyes, ¡°What¡¯s wrong?¡± Melissa glimpsed at her who was still in rage and whispered, ¡°There¡¯s a client who¡¯s not made an appointment beforehand and he wants to see you.¡± ¡°And who¡¯s that?¡± Greta wrinkled her eyebrows. Not understanding why, being disturbed by Melissa this time had caused a rare fluctuation in her emotions and she was filled with anger. ¡°The client said¡­ he¡¯s your family.¡± Hesitancy was seen from Melissa who had an angelic look and she spoke uncannily. ¡°Family?¡± Greta raised one of her eyebrows and pondered for a while. She frowned upon remembering it. ¡°I got it, go mind your business now.¡± After shoving Melissa off, she walked towards the French window while on her high heels and looked towards a couple of ck cars parked in front of the Sandoval Tower. There was a mixed expression on her delicate face. Meanwhile, as Melissa had just walked a few steps out of the office, she heard someone speaking frivolously behind her. ¡°So what did Miss Lloyd say to President Sandoval just now? Hmm?¡± Melissa jolted to a halt. She turned around and saw Maxwell leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth. ¡°Mr. Kirk, thepany has stated that it is forbidden to smoke inside.¡± The pungent smell of the smoke dispersed and Melissa frowned, covering her nose and mouth. ¡°Thepany¡¯s rule may work for you, but not for me.¡± Maxwell curled his lip and came close to her in the face. He asked with a grin, ¡°So what¡¯s going on? Melissa.¡± ¡°There¡¯s a gang of people outside thepany, insisting to see President Sandoval, and they don¡¯t seem friendly,¡± Melissa nced at her surrounding and lowered her voice. ¡°Not friendly?¡± Maxwell pulled down his face and a profound look shed across his face. ¡°I got it. Miss Lloyd, the perfume you¡¯re using¡­has a pleasant smell,¡± Maxwell headed towards the lift and after a few steps, he suddenly stopped and said abstrusely. ¡°Oh¡­¡± Melissa¡¯s face with an innocent look froze and she watched him left in a daze without being able to respond for a long while. Her face only flushed at length. Inside one of the ck cars in front of the Sandoval Tower sat Absalom and Andreas. Absalom was both Alison and Cecilia¡¯s way. Out of the blue, Alison suddenly raised her hand andnded a p on one of the guards¡¯ face. ¡°How dare you stop me, you pathetic waste!¡± Alison chastised while the guards were behaving in a jittery manner. Although they were still guarding the building¡¯s entrance, the power they disyed had very much dwindled. ¡°Yeah. We¡¯ve already told you ourst name is Sandoval. It¡¯s Sandoval, did you hear me? Tell Greta to let you in.¡± The guards kept on apologizing yet due to their exceptionally high professionalism, they still barred both Alison and Cecilia from entering the building. Soon enough, crowds started to gather in front of the Sandoval Tower to watch the fun. After a flurry of excitement among the noisy crowds, the people stood aside and a path was formed in between. A dazzling figure was standing right at the end of the path and had sessfully attracted lots of attention at the blink of an eye. Alison glimpsed at Greta¡¯s curvy body and snorted, whispering to herself, ¡°What a coquette.¡± Greta approached them slowly and after throwing a nce at Alison and Cecilia, she asked, ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± ¡°Greta, we¡¯vee all the way here for you.¡± Absalom finally stepped out of the ck car and walked towards her. ¡°Why is grandpa bringing so many people here to my workce?¡± Although Greta seemed to be much relieved, she still did not let down her guard. These people were looking to amalgamate the Sandoval Group earlier, therefore they would certainly be up to no good when they came here at this period of time. The Sandoval Group was established by her and Derrick single-handedly and they had sacrificed much blood and sweat for it, therefore she would certainly refuse to hand it over to anyone else. ¡°It¡¯s inappropriate to talk about it here.¡± Absalom nced at his surrounding. Greta then glimpsed at the crowds and said, ¡°There¡¯s a conference room inside thepany, let¡¯s talk about it there.¡± After entering the conference room, Absalom looked around and smiled. ¡°Greta, where¡¯s Mr. Kirk?¡± Greta poured a cup of tea for him and said sourly, ¡°I have no idea where he¡¯s been. Grandpa, just call him by his name, you don¡¯t have to call him Mr. Kirk.¡± She then whispered. Absalom shook his head. How would Greta know the reason he was being deferential towards Maxwell. If she knew little about it, she would not treat Maxwell with that attitude. ¡°Greta, you¡¯re still a child, and there¡¯s a lot of things you don¡¯t know.¡± He spoke slowly. ¡°This time, we¡¯reing for Mr. Kirk.¡± ¡°Still for what happened during the treatment earlier?¡± Greta crossed her arms before her chest and wrinkled her eyebrows. Absalom nodded and she fell into silence. She bit her lip and could not wait to chop Maxwell into pieces. If he had not shown off earlier, this kind of thing would not happen. ¡°Greta, could you let hime back?¡± Absalom asked. Greta shook her head and there was determination in her eyes. ¡°Grandpa, scold me if you want to release your anger.¡± ¡°Scold you?¡± Absalom was taken aback by her words. ¡°Why should I scold you? I even want to praise you. If it¡¯s not because of you trying your best to change the situation, the Bole family would be N?velDrama.Org (C) content. doomed!¡± ¡°Praise?¡± Greta was startled. She who used to be smart could not respond at all at the moment. Why did Absalom even wanted to praise him? ¡°We didn¡¯t try to change the situation, have you misunderstood something? Grandpa.¡± She retorted with a surprised look. ¡°No, I haven¡¯t. If not for Mr. Kirk¡¯s prescription, Lennon Bole would not be able to survive at all.¡± He paused and continued. ¡°Greta, you and Mr. Kirk have been a big help. Without you, Lennon would still not trust me.¡± Greta was in aplete daze. She had kept on criticizing Maxwell along the way back then to want him to understand his own capability. She scolded him for pretending to know medication when he did not. Yet Absalom was now telling her that for an illness that could not even be cured by countless top professional doctors, Maxwell¡¯s casual prescription had sessfully saved Lennon¡¯s life! It turned out that the one who actually did that was not Absalom nor Andreas, but an insignificant live-in son-inw of the Sandoval family! Greta could not believe it no matter how. Everything seemed so unreal and she felt herself slightly dizzy. ¡°You¡¯re telling me that it was Maxwell¡¯s prescription that saves Lennon Bole¡¯s life? And he actually knows how to treat people?¡± she stared at Absalom in disbelief and asked. Absalom nodded with a smile on his face. ¡°To be able to prescribe medicine that could save people, it couldn¡¯t be that he knew nothing at all. The purpose of meing here is to firstly convey Lennon¡¯s message and secondly to talk to Mr. Kirk alone.¡± Greta¡¯s face rxed and she said, ¡°Please wait, I¡¯ll ask him toe over now.¡± Greta lowered her head and sent a message. With just a short while, a head popped out from the outside of the conference room and Maxwell showed up before her, asking affectionately, ¡°Is there anything I can do for you? Greta.¡± ¡°You actually know how to treat people?¡± Greta locked her eyes on him and asked out of the blue. Maxwell¡¯s heart leapt and he nced at the members of the Sandoval family in the room. He then smiled awkwardly. ¡°No, I don¡¯t. It¡¯s just that an old Chinese doctor I knew before has treated a simr illness and I remember the prescription¡­I was only trying my luck¡­¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t know medication, how could you remember the prescription with just a single nce?¡± Greta tossed him an icy look. She would not believe if he said he did not know medication. ¡°I was only perfecting the prescription, I¡¯m not the one prescribe it in the first ce.¡± Maxwell retorted indifferently without hesitant. Both Alison and Cecilia heaved a sigh of relief and a load was taken off their mind. They were worried that Maxwell actually knew medication. If he did, they would not be able to keep their status and stay in the Ocean City any longer due to shame! Luckily that fellow did not. ¡°See, I knew a driver like him won¡¯t know medication.¡± Alison sneered. ¡°He should already be grateful to drive well, he¡¯s no match against something profound like medication. But also due to his good luck, he¡¯s identally cured the illness, or else¡­the Sandoval family would lose face today!¡± Cecilia chimed in. Absalom waved his hand, gesturing everyone to leave the room. Even Greta was asked to leave too. ¡°Mr. Kirk, would it be possible to tell me, your real identity?¡± He suddenly put up a stern look and stared at Maxwell. Maxwell¡¯s heart leapt and his eyes towards Absalom were still obscure. Chapter 70: Conquer the Ocean City 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 T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. 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! Chapter 71: A Luxurious Private Banquet Held by Lennon Bole Chapter 71: A Luxurious Private Banquet Held by Lennon Bole Greta fixed her eyes on Maxwell. Her eyes, which were clear and charming, were now brewing ¡°You really think so?¡± Greta asked. ¡°Of course. I have no idea about what has happened between you and the Sandoval family, but I can¡¯t just stand by the side and see you being bullied by them.¡± Maxwell straightened his back and replied with a serious look. Their eyes met in the air. Although Greta appeared to be calm, her heart fluttered. ¡°Thanks.¡± Greta looked at Maxwell withplicated feelings and expressed her thanks in a gentle voice. ¡°No need to thank me. I just did what I should do.¡± Maxwell waved his hand. ¡­ After walking out of the Sandoval Tower, Maxwell went back home by bicycle. He then walked into a bedroom on the second floor, in which Le Sawyer was having an intravenous drip to help cure her wounds. ¡°How are your wounds?¡± Maxwell asked with concern. ¡°Not bad.¡± Le threw a nce at him and replied with a cold look. ¡°That¡¯s good.¡± Maxwell nodded and then turned around and walked towards the corridor. Le stopped him out of the blue. Maxwell turned around. Although paleness and weakness were written all over on Le¡¯s beautiful face, her eyes looked sharp. Le stared at him and asked, ¡°Can I have a talk with you?¡± Maxwell¡¯s expressions froze for a moment. He then curled his lips into a light smile and nodded, ¡°Of course.¡± After Maxwell had seated himself, Le brought up the question, ¡°I just want to ask you, when you went to the hotel to save Ms. Greta, had you really not seen anything?¡± Maxwell nodded, ¡°Yeah. What I saw at that time was just corpses that were scattered everywhere. Only then did I find out you and Greta after rummaging through the whole hotel. And you were in aa back then.¡± ¡°How did you manage to save us two since you came there alone?¡± Le looked straightly into Maxwell¡¯s eyes. As the saying went ¡®the eyes are the windows to the mind¡¯, Le was attempting to judge whether Maxwell was lying from his eyes. ¡°I called an ambnce to send you two back and they did first aids for you.¡± After finishing the words, Maxwell asked with a smile, ¡°Any other questions?¡± ¡°Yeah.¡± Le replied ndly and her voice suddenly became stern and serious, ¡°I could tell that those people whom I fought against were all masters. And I¡¯m certain that they¡¯re not Chinese.¡± Maxwell was stunned, ¡°Why did you say these?¡± ¡°They were good at controlling their breathing and voice. If it wasn¡¯t because I have an acute sense of smell, I would have died without knowing. What¡¯s more, the weapons they used were not made in China and I recognized one of them.¡± Le paused and fixated her gaze on Maxwell before continuing, ¡°It was a kind of Japanese samurai sword.¡± ¡°Why did you say these to me? I know nothing about this.¡± Maxwell casted a weird nce at Le. ¡°You really have no idea about this?¡± Le¡¯s gaze suddenly became sharp and it was as if she was trying to see through Maxwell¡¯s mind through his eyes. ¡°What do you mean? Should I know anything?¡± Maxwell studied Le with a dumbfounded look. Le stared at him coldly, ¡°Ever since your marriage with Ms. Greta, some weird things that she had never encountered before happened¡­¡± ¡°So you meant that those Japanese were hired by me?¡± Maxwell sneered. ¡°I didn¡¯t say it. It was you who say this.¡± Le sneered. Maxwell smiled ndly as if he had forgotten what Le had said before. He turned around and headed towards the corridor while saying, ¡°As for what Greta is suffering, I would like to use a sentence toment it: an innocent person gets into trouble because of her wealth. I¡¯m just a live-in son-inw with a given life expenses of dozens of hundreds per month. Ms. Le, sometimes you can¡¯t think wildly.¡± Le was shocked, while Maxwell had left the bedroom. ¡­ T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. Half a monthter, a piece of news quickly went virus among the upper ss of Ocean City: An important official of the Beijing government had been suffering from an incurable disease and numerous specialists in Beijing as well as overseas had not found a solution to it. But in the end, a magical doctor in Ocean City saved his life. People became very curious about this magical doctor. Some local nobles in Ocean City were also so eager to find out the whereabouts of this doctor. None of them had heard that there was a magical doctor in Ocean City. On a morning, a ck Rolls-Royce galloped at full speed from afar and slowly stopped by the road side. A man in grey suit got off the car. He then walked to the entrance of a luxurious mansion and spoke to the security guard in a respectful tone, ¡°Excuse me, please tell Ms. Greta that she has an invitation from Lennon Bole.¡± The gates of the mansion were opened after a short while. The two men walked through a garden and arrived at a vi. The door of the vi was opened. It was Maxwell, who was in an apron with a piece of cleaning cloth at hand, opened the door for them. He nced at the two men and said, ¡°Come in.¡± Maxwell, Greta and Harriet were lost in thoughts after the two men finished their words. ¡°Greta, will we go?¡± Maxwell smiled and fixed his eyes on Greta. Greta shot a nce at Maxwell and sneered, ¡°The person he invites is you. Why should I go?¡± ¡°Ms. Greta, Mr. Lennon seldom holds a banquet. He invited you guys toe to his banquet today, please do go. Just to give him some respect. Otherwise, other people in the Bole family would gossip about him in the future¡­¡± The two men said ingratiatingly. ¡°Although it was Maxwell who saved Mr. Lennon, you¡¯re his wife after all. If you don¡¯t go with him, who will?¡± Harriet, who was sitting beside Greta, smiled and softly gestured Greta with her leg. ¡°Who¡¯s his wife?¡± Greta widened her eyes. Just as she was about to retort it, she noticed Harriet¡¯s smile and suppressed the words. Greta turned her head to throw a re at Maxwell. It was like she was saying, ¡®Maxwell, you take advantage of it verbally this time.¡¯ ¡°All right. I will go. I can take this opportunity to push forward the Sandoval Group¡¯s development strategies and ns in Beijing.¡± Greta said after meditation. Maxwell felt excited inwardly and secretly winked at Harriet. ¡®Harriet, good job. You actually managed to let Greta admit that she¡¯s my wife! Unbelievable!¡¯ Maxwell admired Harriet in heart¡­ The old saying was true ¨C woman knows women best! If it was him who said that, Greta would definitely be so annoyed! ¡°I will go with you. Let me see what big event likes,¡± said Harriet. ¡°What are you going for?¡± Greta red at Harriet, ¡°It was Maxwell who saved him. Does it have anything to do with you?¡± ¡°Oh, so you mean that I must have some rtionship with Maxwell and that only in this way can I go with you?¡± After finishing the words, she ogled Maxwell, ¡°Are you free now? Five minutes are enough for me.¡± ¡°Harriet Campbell!¡± Greta red at Harriet. Maxwell took the hint and asked the two men to wait outside the vi. The fight between the stunning beauty and the sexy female president would definitely be a pleasant scene¡­ How could Maxwell allow others to see this?! After going through all those things, Greta seemed to be less aloof and indifferent and became livelier unknowingly¡­ After an hour, Greta and Harriet finally walked out of the vi after dressing up themselves. The three of them exchanged nces. Maxwell took the hint and got on the passenger seat, and then Greta and Harriet got on the back seats. The door was then closed. The ck Rolls-Royce galloped at full speed, leaving the two men behind. One of them, the one in grey suit, watched the car leaving and produced his phone to make a phone call, ¡°Master, they got on the car.¡± In the other ce of Ocean City, in a luxurious mansion that was not inferior to Greta¡¯s, Andreas fixed his eyes on the man in grey suit in front of him and curled his lips into a meaningful smile. ¡°Interesting¡­ Why not go?¡± Andreas stood to his feet and strode out of the luxurious mansion. Other family members of the Sandoval family quickly followed him and boarded on the ck cars. ¡­ In a top-ss presidential banquet hall in Hilton Hotel¡­ The presidential banquet hall would not be used in usual times and it was only used to entertain the heads of other countries. But now, it became the banquet hall for the private banquet held by Lennon Bole to entertain Maxwell. Maxwell, Greta and Harriet walked into the hotel and then into the hall. What they saw were the extremely luxurious scenes. All the decorations here were of world-ss and the tes were all golden¡­ There were even diamonds on the decorations¡­ All these were extremely luxurious and magnificent. Even Greta, who had took part in various luxurious banquets, had slight changes in her expressions after walking into the banquet hall. She hadn¡¯t expected that Lennon would entertain them with a banquet of such a high level. This was enough to show how much Lennon valued them. In the banquet hall, a hunchbacked old man, who was standing in front of the window with a ss of wine at his hand, was looking out of the window ndly. ¡°Awesome! It¡¯s really good to be rich!¡± Maxwell looked around and praised continuously with his eyes lighting up. Greta shot a contemptuous nce at him and thought to herself, ¡®He has not experienced any big events¡­ It¡¯s really shameful to take him here!¡¯ The old man slowly turned around. His eyes were deep-set, and although weakness was written all over on his wrinkled face, he looked much better than how he looked before. He was Lennon Bole from the Bole family in the capital city. ¡°Please take seats.¡± Lennon smiled slightly and gestured the three of them. Maxwell took a seat and then studied the crystal ss which was transparent and glittering at hand. He felt itchy and wished so much that he could secretly hide it into his pocket. Lennon noticed it. He smiled and said, ¡°This is a limited edition ss of LD and I bought a series of sses in an auction back then, each of which has a unit price of more than one hundred thousand. Mr. Maxwell, if you like it, I can gift you a set.¡± Just as Maxwell was about to nod in agreement, Greta interrupted him and declined, ¡°Mr. Lennon, thank you for your kindness. But we don¡¯t need them.¡± ¡°When can we eat? I¡¯m famished,¡± said Maxwell. ¡°Wait a minutes. Some of my friends wille too, and they are also your acquaintances.¡± Lennon smiled meaningfully. Maxwell was stunned slightly. What the fuck? Some people were on the way here? ¡°Mr. Lennon, sorry. I¡¯mte.¡± A sound suddenly rumbled from behind Maxwell. Greta turned around. When she saw the person, her expressions froze. Andreas and the others were also present¡­ What did they mean? Maxwell narrowed his eyes and nced over Andreas and the other members of the Sandoval family. His gaze became colder and colder. He then turned his head to look at Lennon and asked slowly, ¡°Mr. Lennon, aren¡¯t you holding the banquet to entertain us? Why are they here?¡± Greta¡¯s face had gotten extremely gloomy. Lennon had told them that he held this private banquet to show his gratitude towards Maxwell, but he also invited Andreas. It suddenly became hard to figure out Lennon¡¯s intentions! #Chapter 72: Trick of ‘Killing Someone with a Borrowed Knife’ #Chapter 72: Trick of ¡®Killing Someone with a Borrowed Knife¡¯ The air in the room seemed to be frozen. Greta wrapped her arms before her chest and stared at Lennon with her brows knitted. Harriet, who was standing beside, nced at Maxwell. No one knew what she was thinking. She originally thought that Lennon purely wanted to thank Maxwell for having saved his life and this was the reason why he had invited them to this luxurious private banquet. But none of them had expected that Lennon actually had also invited Andreas and the other members of the Sandoval family. What did he mean by doing this? Silence prevailed in the room and there were only the clickety-cking sounds of Andreas¡¯ leather shoes and the sound was getting louder and louder. Andreas slowly approached the dining table. Seeing the gloomy expressions of Greta and Maxwell, a meaningful smile shed across his handsome face as he said, ¡°Sorry to bother you, everyone. I haven¡¯t expected that Mr. Lennon would also invite us. It¡¯s really my great honor.¡± Greta wrapped her arms around herself and stared at Andreas¡¯ handsome face. She now had the worst impression of Andreas. Maxwell turned around to look at Lennon and curled his lips into an unruly smile, ¡°Mr. Lennon, do you think that few people attending the banquet would appear to be quiet? If Mr. Lennon wants a lively banquet, you can just tell me. I promise, I will have several sexy hostesses here and they will definitely make you feel veryfortable.¡± Lennon¡¯s expressions froze. He chuckled, ¡°You two get me wrong. It was my bro Absalom who suggested me to invite Andreas¡­ The Beijing government had some problems and urged him toe back out of the blue. Absalom asked me to invite all of you to this private banquet, saying that you had had some misunderstandings and he didn¡¯t want you to be bothered by these grudges all the time. I also hope you can reach apromise after today¡¯s banquet.¡± Greta¡¯s gaze became cold. Misunderstandings? She was clear about Absalom¡¯s intentions, but how could she easily get over these grudges? The Sandoval family¡­ That cold ce was full of tricks and intrigues and she didn¡¯t want toe back there. If it was not because of the internal strife, she and her father would not havee to the Ocean City. She had no more illusions about the Sandoval family in the capital city. It was safe to say that she even became the enemy of the Sandoval family. Therefore, how could the two parties easily let go of the grudges because of Lennon¡¯s words. ¡°Misunderstandings¡­¡± Andreas nced over Maxwell and Greta and smiled, ¡°It¡¯s true that there are many misunderstandings between me and Greta. But if Greta can let go of them, I can get over them too.¡± ¡°You¡­¡± Greta¡¯s expressions froze. Andreas¡¯s tone was so casual¡­ It was as if those bad things were all done by Greta! ¡°Well, well, drop this topic. Take seats please. Let¡¯s have a taste of these dishes.¡± Lennon chortled and broke the awkwardness. Andreas and the others seated themselves. The long,rge table had various kinds of expensive dishes perched on top of it. Even Greta, who often had delicacies, changed her expressions after seeing the dishes. It was because Lennon had specially invited a national-level chef from Beijing! The dishes cooked by the top-ss chef, who had been responsible for numerous national banquets, were naturally of the highest grade. It was also the first time for Greta, who was born in a rich family and had been the apple of Derrick¡¯s eyes, to have a taste of dishes of such a high level. Maxwell, who was sitting beside Greta, showed bad table manner. He used both of his hands to grab the food and made a pig of himself, showing not a single hint of etiquette¡­ In the banquet for upper ss, only Maxwell acted like a beast, which attracted the attentions of the Sandoval members. Allison was the first to break the silence, ¡°Greta, is this your husband¡¯s table manner?¡± Greta turned her head to look at Maxwell, who was slurping the soup off the spoon with a drumstick at the left hand and the spoon at the right hand, showing not a single touch of elegance. ¡°Greta, although your father and the Sandoval family have been divided due to some differences, you¡¯re a graceful member of the upper ss after all, so naturally you should have been well brought up. But your husband acts like a servant when he¡¯s eating. It¡¯s like he hasn¡¯t been educated. If the words spread out, I¡¯m afraid that people would not believe that he¡¯s the live-in son-inw of the Sandoval family. Instead, they would think that he¡¯s a manservant¡­¡± Cecilia said ironically while fixating her gaze on Greta meaningfully. When hearing her words, a touch of gloominess shed across Maxwell¡¯s eyes. Greta turned her head to look at Maxwell again. He was still gulping down the food with any table manners and it was as if he was in his own home. ¡®Indecent¡­¡¯ Greta cursed him in heart. But on the surface, she replied withposure, ¡°Thank you for your advice, Aunt Cecilia. I will ask him to pay more attention to this in the future.¡± Maxwell twitched his mouth, ¡°It¡¯s eating. I should eat in the mostfortable manner. I never care about this. After all, I¡¯m still not full, so I don¡¯t have the time to put my finger in other¡¯s pie.¡± Maxwell replied ndly. Although his voice was calm, his words were quite sharp! Lennon picked up his ss and smiled, ¡°Maxwell, thanks to you! Otherwise, I would have died¡­ Without you and that Mister, I would not be alive today.¡± A trace of sarcasm shed across Maxwell¡¯s face. He picked up his ss and gently clinked Lennon¡¯s while saying respectfully, ¡°Mr. Lennon, you¡¯re lucky and shouldn¡¯t die. It was just a coincidence that I was given the chance to save you. This¡­ this was really a great honor for me.¡± Greta¡¯s expressions froze. She looked at Maxwell in a dumbfounded stated. Maxwell¡¯s ttery was really awesome. He had praised Lennon unknowingly¡­ High-level government officials always liked this kind of ttery! ¡®Lickspittle¡­¡¯ Greta scolded Maxwell in heart. She curled her red lips into a straight line and a touch of coldness shed across her eyes. Apparently, she was very unhappy at the moment. If Maxwell could see her expressions at the moment, he would undoubtedly be shocked. He would never imagine that Greta would get jealous because of him¡­ ¡°How do you feel recently, Mr. Lennon?¡± Maxwellughed awkwardly and asked with concern in his eyes. ¡°Quite great. I have been having the medicines ording to the prescription you gave to me. Now every day I feel more energetic than the previous day and the illness is gradually relived.¡± A trace of smile crept on Lennon¡¯s pale face. ¡°Maxwell, I¡¯m a government official. If you need my help in the future, do tell me. I, Lennon Bole, will try my best to help you.¡± Lennon¡¯s solemn promise made Maxwell¡¯s expressions froze. Greta was also stunned. She hadn¡¯t expected that Lennon would make the promise so quickly. A normal person would have been excited and delirious after hearing the promise as Lennon was an important official of Beijing government. It was safe to say that numerous people were dreaming of winning the favor of a big wig like Lennon. ¡°Mr. Lennon, are you sure that it was because the prescription has saved your life?¡± Andreas asked out of the blue, pretending as if it was a casual question. ¡°Of course. Without the prescription, I would probably remain unconscious.¡± Lennon nodded. Andreas smiled and nced at Maxwell meaningfully before continuing slowly, ¡°Are you sure that it was the prescription that cured your incurable disease?¡± ¡°What do you mean?¡± Lennon was stunned slightly. ¡°I didn¡¯t have any special meaning. It was just that I was so curious back then and therefore I sent some men to study the prescription. They found out that the prescription is just a normal one for nursing intestines and stomach.¡± Andreas exined slowly and coldly. Lennon knitted his brows. Andreas continued, ¡°I didn¡¯t believe in it at the beginning as Mr. Maxwell is Greta¡¯s husband after all. Thereafter, I turned to several specialists in traditional Chinese medicine in Ocean City and they all said firmly that it was just a normal prescription. It¡¯s not a magical one for treating incurable diseases.¡± Lennon furrowed his brows tighter and tighter. He nced over Maxwell and Greta and the smile on his face had disappeared. ¡°Mr. Lennon, if you don¡¯t believe in it¡­¡± Andreas paused and pped his hands. The gold-oveid doors were then pushed open and several grey-haired specialist in white gowns slowly stepped into the banquet hall. Greta¡¯s heart missed one beat as she suddenly figured out why Andreas was here today. He purely came to mess the things up today! This Mr. Andreas from the capital city¡­ actually never nned to let go of them! ¡°Mr. Lennon, they are all prestigious doctors in the traditional Chinese medicinemunity in Ocean City.¡± Andreas said ndly and then slowly raised his hand, ¡°Tell Mr. Lennon the usage of this prescription.¡± ¡°We¡¯ve carefully studied all kinds of medicines written in the prescription yet failed to find out anything abnormal. It¡¯s impossible to cure your incurable disease with this prescription, Mr. Lennon!¡± One old doctor took a step forward and shot a nce at Maxwell, ¡°Mr. Lennon, please don¡¯t be fooled by this quack doctor. If this prescription can really cure the incurable disease, we will retreat from the medical The elegant sound of violin rumbling from a corner suddenly vanished and the banquet hall was soon N?velDrama.Org is the owner. shrouded in silence. Andrea turned his head to look at Maxwell who had been calm and curled his lips into a cold, weird and evil smile. ¡°Mr. Maxwell, what would you like to say to excuse for yourself?¡± Andreas stared at him coldly. He had nned this in advance. Since Lennon wanted to thank Maxwell for having saved his life¡­ He would induce Lennon to get rid of Maxwell! He would teach this live-in son-inw of the Sandoval family a lesson today - how to kill a person with a borrowed knife! Chapter 73: Apologize to Him! Chapter 73: Apologize to Him! Lennon nced at Maxwell with his brows furrowed. Apparently, he wanted an exnation. Greta¡¯s expressions became icy-cold. Her grandfather wanted Andreas and them to reach reconciliation, but was Andreas willing to do this? The banquet hall was deathly still¡­ There seemed to be an icy-cold and oppressive ambience brewing in the air, which made people present breathless. Maxwell nced over Andreas and then those specialists in traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) who were standing behind Andreas and then twitched his mouth, asking, ¡°Are you guys doubting the prescription?¡± Lennon didn¡¯t say anything. Although Maxwell had cured his illness,paring to those specialists in TCM, he knew nothing about Maxwell¡¯s identity. What¡¯s more, Maxwell didn¡¯t look like a doctor. Lennon remainedposed. Maxwell slowly stood to his feet and burst intoughter. ¡°Mr. Maxwell, is this funny?¡± Andreas asked with a smile. ¡°Andreas, don¡¯t talk nonsense with him. He¡¯s just a quack doctor who likes swindling. I didn¡¯t know how he has deceived Mr. Lennon. But he can¡¯t find any excuse for himself right now.¡± Allison stared at Greta fiercely with her hands on her hips, ¡°She should also be punished. She¡¯s undoubtedly his aplice.¡± Allison nodded, ¡°He is guilt-ridden now. How dare he use an ordinary prescription to fool Mr. Lennon? He really wants to die.¡± ¡°A bunch of fools!¡± Maxwell¡¯s voice sounded out of the blue. Although his voice was not loud, the words shocked the others and reverberated in the banquet hall. Andreas¡¯ expressions froze. Maxwell took a sip of the wine and chuckled scornfully, ¡°So you guys are fooled by such a small trick?¡± Andreas wore cold expressions, took a step forward and shouted sternly, ¡°Spill the beans and don¡¯t pretend to be mysterious. If you don¡¯t feel guilty, what¡¯s this for?¡± ¡°I¡¯m guilty?¡± Maxwell nced at Maxwell and widened his eyes. A terrifyingly cold light shed across his eyes. It was so thrilling that it was like the stare from a beast! Maxwell took a step forward and the aura he was exuding was quite thrilling. The temperature in the banquet hall plummeted as Maxwell nonchntly nced over Andreas and those TCM specialists, his gaze as sharp as swords. Andrea was froze on the spot and stared at Maxwell with his gaze getting colder and colder. Maxwell¡¯s unexpected reaction had surprised him as it was out of themon sense! Both Allison and Cecilia trembled when they had clearly perceived a trace of killing intention from Maxwell¡¯s gaze. Maxwell produced his phone and made a phone call. After a few simple sentences, he slowly put down the phone and then fixated his gaze on Andreas, ¡°We will see what the truth is five minutester.¡± ¡°All right.¡± How could Andreas, a prideful and arrogant person, withstand Maxwell¡¯s provocation? Therefore, he agreed without hesitation. The clock ticked away the minutes. Greta fixed her eyes on Maxwell. Although she looked calm on the surface, anxiety and panic could still be found in her beautiful eyes. Andreas was the second young master of the Sandoval family in the capital city. He had always been meticulous about everything and would never do something he was uncertain about. Undoubtedly, Andreas had taken the upper hand in this matter. There was nothing Maxwell could do to remove the stigma off his name no matter what excuses he would giveter. Andreas was indeed in constant expectation of getting rid of Maxwell! Yet Greta herself might not have noticed that she began to worry about Maxwell¡¯s safety unknowingly. After being in the deadlock for a few minutes, Andreas¡¯ aunt, Allison, finally became impatient and said angrily, ¡°Mr. Lennon, what are you waiting for? This guy is apparently stalling for time. We should just stuff him into a sack and throw him into the river to feed the turtles!¡± ¡°Noisy!¡± Maxwell coldly nced over Allison and rebuked. ¡°Aren¡¯t you addressed as the ¡®magical doctor in Ocean City¡¯?¡± An old doctor suddenly stood up and gazed at Maxwell coldly, ¡°I¡¯ve seen almost half of the top-ss doctors and specialists in the TCM ¡°I heard that you even don¡¯t have a medical practitioner¡¯s qualification certificate. How dare you honor yourself ¡®the magical doctor in Ocean City¡¯? Who has given you the guts to do so?¡± The old doctor sneered, ¡°You tried to fool me with an ordinary prescription? You¡¯re just a quack doctor, how dare you y tricks and act arrogantly in front of me?¡± ¡°You are a dreg in the medicalmunity!¡± The old doctor reprimanded him in a stern voice, which caused the changes in Lennon¡¯s expressions. ¡°Don¡¯t you have any idea about who is the real dreg?¡± Right at this moment, a voice that carrying anger sounded from the gold-oveid doors and the old doctor¡¯s expressions froze. The old doctor turned around and saw an old man walking into the banquet hall with icy cold expressions. ¡°Who do you think you are? Do you know who I am?¡± The old doctor raised his head proudly and asked patronizingly. ¡°I don¡¯t care who you are. But who give you the rights to bully my friend?¡± The old man nced around andnded his gaze on those doctors, ¡°I heard that some specialists in TCM in Ocean City havee here. So Ie to have a look.¡± ¡°As for who I am?¡± The old man nced over them and sneered, ¡°I¡¯m the chairman of the Medical Association of Ocean City!¡± The banquet hall was prevailed by silence again. The old man¡¯s words quieted down the whole scene that even the falling sound of a needle could be heard. Greta set eyes on the old man and the shocks in her eyes were so obvious. As the old man¡¯s identity was exposed, all the people in the banquet hall were shocked. Andreas¡¯ expressions changed all of a sudden and his pupils shrank as he thought it was unbelievable. Those specialists also changed their looks dramatically. They gazed at the old doctor and eximed, ¡°Impossible! How could you be the chairman of the Medical Association of Ocean City? How could he ¡°How can you assert to be the chairman of the Medical Association of Ocean City? How can you prove it?¡± Andreas, who was holding a ss, finally failed to remain hisposure. The old man threw a weird nce at Andreas and asked, ¡°Are you an idiot? Can¡¯t you go check it on the Inte?¡± ¡°You¡­¡± Andreas¡¯ expressions turned icy-cold. He stared at the old man with a trace of cold light shing across his eyes. The old man had no idea about Andreas¡¯ identity, so naturally he didn¡¯t give a shit to this handsome young man. But Andreas felt as if he was humiliated¡­ After arriving in the Ocean City, he had been taunted by others again and again, and this was a kind of torture to the arrogant Andreas! He was the second young master of the Sandoval family in the capital city, but he was humiliated by those frivolous people. The insignificant live-in son-inw of the Sandoval family looked down upon him¡­ Even a lightweight chairman dared to taunt at him! Greta trembled violently and gazed at Maxwell with a touch ofplicated emotion shing across her beautiful face. Now she finally understood why Maxwell had remainedposed just now. It turned out that the chairman of the Medical Association of Ocean City was the old man who was practicing Tai Chi in the park that Maxwell mentioned before. The old mannded his gaze on Lennon and smiled, ¡°Mr. Lennon, how¡¯s your physical condition recently?¡± Lennon nodded, ¡°I¡¯m getting better. It¡¯s just that Mr. Andreas doubted the prescription and said that these specialists had appraised the prescription and drew a conclusion that it was a fake one which was of no use to cure my disease.¡± ¡°That¡¯s true. This prescription is obviously a fake one. The herbal medicines used in the prescription are the most normal ones. How could they help cure Mr. Lennon¡¯s incurable disease?¡± The old doctor shivered slightly with his face getting pale. Now that he had been involved in this matter, he would better assert his view. Nheless, he had never expected that the chairman of the Medical Association of Ocean City woulde to today¡¯s private banquet in person. ¡°Bullshits! A bunch of quack doctors!¡± The old man zed with rage andughed scornfully, ¡°Do you know what medicine is?¡± ¡°Traditional Chinese medicine is extensive and profound and is even more fine-sorted than the western medicine. All TCM treatments need normal herbal medicines¡­¡±The old man stood with his hands behind his back and the smile on his face became cold and sarcastic, ¡°You asserted that the prescription is a fake one based on several kinds of herbal medicines¡­ Are you guys qualified to be entitled specialists?¡± The specialists all shivered all over and Andreas¡¯ expressions got even gloomier. ¡°Mr. Lennon.¡± The old man stood to his feet and handed the prescription to Lennon, ¡°Let me tell you the truth. Before Mr. Maxwell had improved this prescription, it was actually an ordinary one and I was quite confused about why my father had told me that it was a prescription for incurable disease back then. Nevertheless, Mr. Maxwell suggested me that I need to add a critical adjuvant. In this way, the herbal medicines will supplement each other and y great therapeutic effect.¡± The old man set eyes on Maxwell and said ndly, ¡°The adjuvant medicine is more important than the main medicine. I¡¯d spent most of my life in refining the prescription, but I hadn¡¯t expected that Maxwell improved it in the end.¡± The old man nced over those specialists disdainfully, ¡°It¡¯s true that the medicines used in the prescription are used to nurse intestines and stomach, but it doesn¡¯t mean that this prescription is for treating intestines and stomach problems¡­ It¡¯s like the medicines that have functions to relieve uneasiness of mind and tranquilize body. Can you call these medicines as tranquilizer?¡± ¡°You even don¡¯t havemon sense¡­ Are you guys qualified to be experts?¡± ¡°Enough!¡± Andreas interrupted the old man coldly, ¡°I turned to these quack doctors for help. It¡¯s all my oversight. Mr. Lennon, sorry for having taken up your time.¡± ¡°I should not bother you any longer. I will leave first.¡± After finishing the words, Andreas turned around and walked to the gold-oveid doors nonstop. Lennon, who was sitting in the chair, just watched the scene with unfathomable eyes and hadn¡¯t said a word from the very beginning. ¡°Let¡¯s go,¡± said Andreas. Allison and Cecilia shot a fierce nce at Maxwell and Greta and then hurriedly followed Andreas. ¡°Wait a minute.¡± A sound rumbled right at this moment. Andreas paused and turned around, only to see Maxwell who was leaning against the chair. Maxwell said ndly, ¡°Mr. Andreas, after making these troubles, you still tried to leave without taking any responsibility¡­ Tsk, tsk, awesome¡­¡± Andreas stared at him and spoke, ¡°Maxwell Kirk¡­ What do you mean?¡± ¡°I didn¡¯t mean anything. It¡¯s just that you¡¯ve messed up Mr. Lennon¡¯s private banquet today, yet now you want to leave without doing anything?¡± Maxwell curled his lips into a smile. ¡°I will banquet you the other day.¡± Andreas¡¯ gaze was cold and unfathomable. ¡°That¡¯s not enough.¡± Maxwell retorted it instantly. ¡°I will send liberal presents as mypensations to you tomorrow.¡± ¡°That¡¯s still not enough.¡± Maxwell refused without hesitation. Andreas¡¯ gaze became cold as he clenched his fists tightly. If it was not because Lennon was present today and that he was worried that the whole Sandoval family would be implicated by this matter, how would he allow Maxwell to manipte him? This Maxwell was really demanding exorbitantly. ¡°I will give you all you want. It¡¯s that okay?¡± Andreas fixed his gaze on Maxwell and his gaze carried a touch of anger. N?velDrama.Org is the owner. Maxwell pointed at Allison and Cecilia and said, ¡°Kneel down and make an apology.¡± Allison and Cecilia¡¯s expressions changed immediately as they reprimanded him in a stern voice, ¡°It¡¯s really a great shame to the Sandoval family to have a live-in son-inw like you. How dare you offend your senior?¡± ¡°Let¡¯s wait and see! Greta Sandoval, have a look at your husband. He¡¯s so arrogant that he even dares to boss me around!¡± Cecilia, who felt ashamed before, had an even gloomier face. ¡°Make an apology. I don¡¯t want to say the same sentence for three times.¡± Maxwell spoke in a stern voice with his eyes shing across a trace of sharpness. Chapter 74: How Did You Know? Chapter 74: How Did You Know? ¡°You want me to apologize to this bitch? Your wish! I won¡¯t make an apology even if I die.¡± Allison red at Maxwell fiercely and maliciously, showing no intention of making apromise. ¡°That¡¯s true. We¡¯ve been kind enough since we didn¡¯t ask that bitch to kneel down to beg for the opportunity toe back to the Sandoval family. You¡¯re just a live-in son-inw, don¡¯t go too far!¡± Cecilia chimed in. Other rtives of the Sandoval family also red at Maxwell coldly. Greta hadn¡¯t said a word about this, was he, a live-in son-inw, be qualified to express himself here? He was the most unqualified one to say something here. How dare he boss Andreas¡¯ aunt around? Did he want to die? Was he beingcent after saving Lennon? Even Greta was stunned for a moment with shock written all over on her beautiful face. What did Maxwell n to do? Greta tightly furrowed her brows. Lennon was still present, yet Maxwell asked Allison and Cecilia to make an apology without any scruples about what impact it might have. ¡°Maxwell, don¡¯t embarrass her here.¡± Greta leaned forward and whispered in his ear. Her voice was so low that if it wasn¡¯t because she was talking in his ear, Maxwell would fail to hear it clearly. Nevertheless, Maxwell ignored her words as if he hadn¡¯t heard it. He fixated his eyes on the Sandovals and said in a m yet indubitable tone, ¡°Make an apology.¡± Harriet was standing at the side and watching the show with great interest. She had a hunch based on the sensitive intuition shared by women that there would be a great showter. ¡°You spit insults at Ms. Greta just now, yet now you refuse to make an apology? It¡¯s really unreasonable!¡± The ole man also chimed in. Andreas was frozen on the spot with coldness written all over his face and his brows knitted tightly. Apparently Maxwell was forcing them¡­ Nheless, how could Andreas Sandoval, a specially privileged person, concede defeat in this invisible battle? He, Andreas Sandoval, had never thrown in the towel in front of any others as it was his rule that others should make concessions to him! He was the second young master of the Sandoval family and was born to be superior. No one had ever dared to talk with him in that kind of tone, except Maxwell! ¡°Maxwell, I remind you¡­ enough is enough.¡± Andreas spit out hisst warning and suggestion. ¡°Get lost!¡± Maxwell nced at him coldly and spit out the two words. Andreas¡¯ expressions turned frosty as he looked at Maxwell coldly with daggers in his eyes. Maxwell was getting bolder and bolder! ¡°Great, great, great¡­¡± Andreas cracked a smile. Only the members of the Sandoval family knew that he smiled because he was extremely irritated - Mr. Andreas had beenpletely provoked by Maxwell! ¡°Andreas, forget it. This matter was actually caused by your aunts Allison and Cecilia. Just let them make an apology and this matter will be over.¡± A sound suddenly rumbled from the side. Andreas turned his head following the sound and saw it was Lennon who was speaking slowly and calmly. Andreas narrowed his eyes slightly with a touch of astonishment shing across his unfathomable eyes. Allison and Cecilia¡¯s faces turned extremely pale as they were all startled. Dumbfounded, they looked at Lennon, thinking, ¡®What the hell is going on? Lennon Bole¡­ actually stood up for Maxwell!¡± If the one who stood up for Maxwell was an ordinary one, the Sandoval family naturally would not give a shit to it¡­ But Lennon Bole was different¡­ He was an important official of the nation! Lennon¡¯s single sentence was enough to set off a storm in the country! Andreas gazed at Lennon, why Lennon¡¯s gaze was calm yet meaningful. Their eyes met in the air and it was as if there was an invisible battle between them. Then Andreas spoke slowly, ¡°Aunt Allison, Aunt Cecilia, apologize to him.¡± The room fell into silence again. Allison and Cecilia turned heads to look at Andreas. There were mixed emotions in their eyes ¨C shock, doubt as well as grievance. Although Greta looked petrified, she secretly heaved a sigh of relief in heart because she knew that Lennon was the winner of the invisible battle. Andreas didn¡¯t dare to offend Lennon, let alone mming the door behind him, for if he did these, the Sandoval family and Lennon would be enemies¡­ Even if Andreas was an arrogant person, he didn¡¯t dare to risk brining big troubles to the family for the sake of trivial matters. Although Andreas was a privileged young master, Lennon was not only able to ruin him when Andreas was not powerful enough; he could also overturn everything with a mere snap of the fingers. Lennon was a super big wig in the capital city and his words could be regarded as thews¡­ Even Andreas was inferior in front of him! Did Andreas dare not to follow Lennon¡¯s order? Obviously Allison and Cecilia were the kind of shortsighted women as they were not clear about the situation at the moment and wanted to resist. But when Andreas¡¯ oppressive gazended on them, their hearts thumped wildly and they had to obey his words. Allison and Cecilia stood up and stared at Maxwell and Greta coldly. ¡°Sorry.¡± Allison and Cecilia bit the bullet to make the apology, yet their voices were so small that they seemed to be dissipating in the air before being heard. The Sandovals were all shocked and felt extremely embarrassed. Andrea¡¯ aunts, Allison and Cecilia, actually made an apology. The Sandovals were born with high statues, and they had never expected that they would have to admit mistakes one day. They actually made an apology to an unimpressive live-in son-inw! What a piece of shocking news! If this was spread out, it would undoubtedly be the headlines of the newspapers in Ocean City tomorrow and this piece of news would definitely go virus! Andreas clenched his fists tightly while gazing at Maxwell, feelingplicated emotions and exuding tremendous killing intentions. ¡®Maxwell, I will remember this. I will let you pay the price one day!¡¯ Greta gazed at Allison and Cecilia. Although she lookedposed on the surface, her heart was thumping wildly. She hadn¡¯t expected that they had actually made an apology to her! Even if they were forced to do so and their voice was so small and insincere, it was enough to be an unforgettable event for Greta. ¡°Your apology was not sincere enough. Once again.¡± A casual and calm voice suddenly sounded from the side, which caused Allison and Cecilia¡¯s expressions to be frozen. ¡°Maxwell, don¡¯t go too far!¡± Allison raised her chin and yelled at him. She was so furious that it looked like she was about to rush towards Maxwell and beat him up. Maxwell nced at her coldly and spoke slowly, ¡°I order you to make an apology.¡± ¡°Maxwell Kirk¡­¡± A trace of horrible coldness shed across Andreas¡¯ deep-set eyes. ¡°Andreas, apologize to them sincerely and this matter will be over.¡± Lennon interrupted him right at the moment. He was helping Maxwell again! Andreas shot a cold nce at Maxwell. But he had no choice but to suppress his anger. ¡°Let¡¯s wait and see.¡± Cecilia snarled burning with age. She and Allison then suppressed their anger, bit their teeth and bowed, ¡°Sorry.¡± Greta waspletely bewildered. She looked at Allison and Cecilia who was bowing to her in a dumbfounded state and her mind was buzzing. She had never imagined that Maxwell would still refuse to get over this matter since they had made the apology. This was like fierce ps in the faces of the Sandovals. It was true that the Sandoval family was very superior. The Sandovals had been arrogant and domineering all the time, as if they were born being superior to others. But now, they had no choice but to bow and apologize to them. The arrogance of the Sandovals was aplete nonsense right at this moment. ¡°Your attitude is quite good this time.¡± Maxwell nodded in satisfaction and smiled. ¡°You¡­¡± Allison red at Maxwell fiercely with killing intentions in her gaze. But in the end, she just let out a cold snort, held up Cecilia¡¯s hand in a fury, pushed open the gold- oveid doors and left. ¡°You be their enemies after this matter.¡± Greta heaved a long sigh with worries in her eyes. Maxwell curled his lips into a light smile and his eyes shed a touch ofplicated and unfathomable light. His eyes were as unfathomable as the starry sky. ¡°Even if we didn¡¯t be enemies this time, do you think that they will let us go?¡± Greta was stunned for a moment and shifted her gaze to Maxwell. Yet Maxwell just blinked at her¡­ There were overtones in Maxwell¡¯s words. ¡°All right. I invited you guys to have meal together, but I hadn¡¯t expected that you would have a quarrel, which had your spirits dampened. I feel very sorry about this.¡± Lennon chuckled and said. Greta shook her head, ¡°You must be joking, Mr. Lennon. None of us had expected this. Sorry for being impolite and having bothered you.¡± ¡°Enjoy the meal, enjoy the meal. The dishes are all cooked by a national-level chef and many dishes are to be served.¡± Lennon said with a smile. ¡°Enjoy it.¡± Harriet said in a charming voice, picked up the knife and fork and cut off a steak. After finishing the meal and before Maxwell and Greta¡¯s leaving, Lennon said to Greta, ¡°Ms. Greta, please deliver my greetings to your father. I have some matters to attend to in Beijing recently. When I ¡°Thank you, Mr. Lennon.¡± Greta smiled lightly. ¡°By the way, if you need my help in the future, feel free to call me. I will let my assistant give you my phone numberster¡­ Mr. Maxwell, you¡¯ve saved my life, I, Lennon Bole, will never forget your great kindness.¡± Lennonughed passionately and pressed two gift boxes into Greta¡¯s hand. ¡°Mr. Lennon¡­ I¡­I can¡¯t take these.¡± Greta¡¯s expressions changed slightly. Since Lennon was in high position in the government, the gifts he sent would be definitely expensive ones¡­ She had built a good rtionship with Lennon, and she could not be greedy to receive the gift! ¡°Ms. Greta, I sincerely want to gift them to you. Just regard it as my apology for the things happened today. If Ms. Greta refuses to take them, I would think that it¡¯s because you refuse to forgive me,¡± said Lennon. Greta gave in, took the gifts and said in a charming voice, ¡°Thank you for your presents. I will banquet you if given a chance.¡± After the pleasantries, Lennon finally sent Maxwell, Greta and Harriet out of the hotel. After Greta and Harriet getting on the Maybach and when Maxwell was about to board on the driver¡¯s seat, a sound suddenly rumbled from behind, ¡°Mr. Maxwell, wait a moment.¡± Maxwell turned around and saw an old man running out of the hotel. He was actually the chairman of the Medical Association of Ocean City, the old man who treated Lennon¡¯s illness back then. ¡°It¡¯s you?¡± Maxwell narrowed his eyes and curled his lips into a smile, ¡°What¡¯s the matter? Spill the beans.¡± The old man nced around and whispered, ¡°Let¡¯s talk about it in the other ce.¡± T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. The two of them went to a corner and the old man asked with his eyes fixating on Maxwell, ¡°Maxwell, no more than three persons in the whole China are able to figure out this prescription¡­ I wonder where you got the prescription.¡± ¡°Guess it.¡± Maxwell curled his lips into a meaningful and mysterious smile. ¡°When my father was mortified in the face of the incurable disease back then, a mysterious person showed up and gave him some suggestions, which enlightened him. And he then wrote down the upleted prescription¡­¡± The old man spoke slowly and continued, ¡°My father had tried to find the mysterious person, but failed¡­¡± He then stared at Maxwell excitedly, ¡°Mr. Maxwell, if someone has bestowed you the prescription, I guess he might be the one who had helped my father back then¡­ I wonder if you know about the whereabouts of that mysterious person.¡± ¡°Your father?¡± Maxwell furrowed his brows slightly and soon remainedposed again, ¡°Did your father die five years ago?¡± ¡°How¡­ How did you know?¡± The old man was so shocked and stared at Maxwell as if he had seen a ghost! Chapter 75: Crisis of the Sandoval Group Chapter 75: Crisis of the Sandoval Group Maxwell heaved a sigh, ¡°I¡¯ve suggested him to prolong his life with three king-level ginsengs back then. In this way, he would be able to extend his life for ten more years. But it looks like he didn¡¯t ept my advice¡­¡± The old man shivered all over and stared at Maxwell as he figured out Maxwell¡¯s identity from his words straight away! ¡°It¡¯s you! You¡¯re the mysterious man!¡± The old man¡¯s pupils shrank with shock and disbelief in his eyes. ¡°My dad once told me that after giving him the suggestions, the mysterious man diagnosed that he only had a life span of five years left¡­ It¡¯s really unexpected to me that you¡¯re actually the mysterious man he mentioned back then.¡± The old man said in a shaky voice. His gaze towards Maxwell changed instantly as he had just learnt that the man who was standing in front of him had a terrifyingly outstanding achievement in medicine. The old man¡¯s father was entitled as the incarnation of Hua Tuo (a prestigious doctor in TCM in Chinese history) when he was alive and there were few people who could be a match for him in terms of medicine all over the country. At that time, the appearance of the mysterious man had led his father into a novel area and in the eyes of his father, only the word ¡®unfathomable¡¯ could be used to describe the mysterious man¡¯s medicine achievements. His father was quite inferior to that mysterious man in the aspect of medicine. And it would be hard to find a match who had simr achievements in medicine for him all around the world. He could be entitled as a ¡®living Yama¡¯ and ¡®the king of medicine¡¯! Maxwell remained m. He ignored the fluctuations of the old man¡¯s emotions and asked, ¡°Why did he refuse to use the three king-level ginsengs to prolong his life? I had gifted them to him. How did he use them?¡± The old man heaved a long sigh and replied with a sorrowful look, ¡°My father¡­ He used all the three king-level ginsengs in the treatments of his patients. Those poor people could not afford the high medical cost, so my father exempted all the expenses¡­¡± Maxwell¡¯s expressions froze slightly. With a touch of sympathy shing across his eyes, he sighed, ¡°I¡¯m sorry to hear that. Your father has carried out many charitable deeds. He had saved and cured T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. numerous patients, which can be regarded as another kind of prolonging his life.¡± ¡°You¡­ Can you tell one¡¯s fortune through the facial features?¡± The old man regretted as soon as he blurted out the words. Maxwell was quite excellent in medicine, so it must be a piece of cake for him to tell one¡¯s fortune through facial features. This was the reason why Maxwell was able to diagnose Lennon¡¯s disease with a single nce and to help the old man improve the prescription thereafter. The old man still wanted to have more talks with Maxwell, but a beautiful figure was approaching them apanied with the clickety-cking sounds of high heels from afar. ¡°Yo, Ms. Greta, howes you¡¯re here?¡± Maxwell was stunned slightly and then smiled awkwardly. Greta threw a nce at Maxwell coldly and replied ndly, ¡°Ie to see whether if my husband is in danger.¡± Maxwell chortled, ¡°Ms. Greta, please rest assured. I was discussing about Lennon¡¯s disease with the chairman just now¡­¡± ¡°What¡¯s the point to discuss it? Isn¡¯t Mr. Lennon¡¯s illness almost healed?¡± Greta wrapped her arms around herself and gazed at Maxwell with a questioning look. ¡°Hahaha¡­¡± Maxwellughed awkwardly. Seeing the frosty expressions on Greta¡¯s face, he felt things had gone wrong as the virago was going to lose her temper. Maybe it was because he had left her alone in the car for too long. ¡°Mister, let¡¯s stop here. We have to go back first.¡± Maxwell waved at the chairman and then held up Greta¡¯s hand and headed towards the car. ¡°Don¡¯t touch me.¡± Greta tossed off Maxwell¡¯s hand and wiped her hand on her clothes with a disdainful look. ¡°All right.¡± Knowing that the beautiful president was still angry, Maxwell could only smile obsequiously and apologetically and got on the car following Greta. The moment Maxwell sat down on the driver¡¯s seat and touched the realther steeling wheel that felt extremely good, Greta questioned him in a cold voice out of the blue, ¡°You and that chairman, who was the one to cure Lennon¡¯s disease?¡± ¡°Of course it was him. I just provided him with a prescription.¡± Maxwell studied Greta¡¯s beautiful face through the rear-view mirror and found Greta¡¯s expressions were extremely cold at the moment. Oh, he¡¯d better not anger her since the beautiful president had gone bananas. ¡°Then what were you whispering about just now?¡± Harriet, who was sitting beside Greta, also brought up the question as she also saw Maxwell whispering with the chairman in the corner just now. ¡°I was just asking him about Lennon¡¯s illness ¨C whether it will reappear, something like that. If the disease isn¡¯t healed and Lennon gets infuriated because of it and wants to punish us, we will be in great troubles.¡± Maxwell exined. Greta snorted, ¡°Start the car.¡± The Maybach¡¯s engine was then started and the car was galloping towards the distance. ¡­ On the other road of the Ocean City, Allison and Cecilia, who all had hideous expression, were sitting on the backseats of a ck Benz that was bowling along the road. ¡°Bastard and bitch! How dared him order me to apologize to that bitch? They¡¯re arrogant.¡± Allison cursed indignantly with her hair disheveled, feeling it hard to suppress her anger. ¡°When did the Sandovals ever suffer such kind of grievance? If it wasn¡¯t because Andreas had shown respects to Lennon, he would have ordered his men to stuff them into packs and throw them into the river.¡± Allison chimed in in a cold voice and her eyes shed cold lights. Andreas, who was sitting on the passenger seat, had gloominess written all over his face as he said, ¡°Aunt Allison and Aunt Cecilia, rest assured. I, Andreas Sandoval, will definitely revenge in them!¡± Andreas¡¯ phone sounded out of the blue. He produced his phone and received a short video from an unknown device. Andreas clicked the video and his expressions changed dramatically at the next moment with his whole person exuding an aura that carried horrible killing intentions. The car was instantly shrouded in a cold ambience. Andreas clenched the phone tightly and trembled all over. His eyes were so red that he looked like a ferocious beast that was outraged. ¡°Andreas, what¡¯s wrong?¡± Allison and Cecilia had no idea about what had happed, yet they were all astonished by the killing intentions that Andreas was exuding. They had never seen Andreas, who had always been imperturbable, lose control. Allison and Cecilia¡¯s phones also sounded right after they asked the question. They took out their phones and clicked the short videos, only to see that the scene when they were making an apology were videoed! The video had high definition and the filming angle was very tactful. Obviously, it was videoed secretly and none of them had noticed it! It even clearly videoed the slightest change of Andreas¡¯ expressions when Maxwell was saying ¡®that¡¯s not enough¡¯ by his side! The most humiliated moment of the Sandovals had been videoed! Right at this moment, a voice message was disyed in Andreas¡¯ phone. ¡°Mr. Andreas, have you seen the video? You prepared a big present for me on today¡¯s banquet. As the saying goes ¡®it¡¯s impolite not to make a return for what you¡¯ve received¡¯ and I thought it would be inappropriate if I, the son-inw of the Sandoval family, didn¡¯t reciprocate you¡­ So I prepared a present for you too. Please do enjoy it.¡± Maxwell¡¯s voice was very annoying and arrogant and Andreas¡¯ expressions became gloomier and gloomier as he could hear every word clearly. ¡°Maxwell Kirk!!¡± Allison and Cecilia screamed and their face almost distorted because they were very furious. This was tant sarcasm and provocation! In the video, Andreas was trying to p Maxwell at the banquet, but he failed and Maxwell pped him¡­ for several times! Andreas felt the burning pain on his face. Such pain even hurt his self-esteem and made him furious. ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Mr. Andreas. We won¡¯t spread out this video. I will save it in my phone and watch it continuously¡­¡± Before Maxwell could finish his words, Andreas had gone impatient as he felt it unbearable. He grabbed the phone and mmed it on one of his legs. ¡°Maxwell, you will die miserably!¡± The humiliation from Maxwell had driven the second young master of the Sandoval family crazy and his horrifyingly crazy roar reverberated in the car¡­ Nevertheless, Maxwell had no idea of these at the moment. The Maybach stopped at entrance of the Sandoval Tower, the two beauties, Greta and Harriet, got off the car elegantly and headed towards the cloud-capped building¡­ Maxwell appreciated the two beauties through the car window with a smile on his face and then drove the car towards the basement parking lot. In the midnight, Andreas and Charlie were sitting on the sofa in their luxurious mansion and disyed the video again and again with gloomy looks. ¡°Maxwell Kirk was really arrogant. He was taunting at the whole Sandoval family!¡± Charlie broke the silence. ¡°The pride and reputation of Sandoval family will be ruined by him one day.¡± Allison chimed in. ¡°Dad, I¡¯ve made up my mind¡­ I will take over the Sandoval Group fair and square¡­ I want not only the right of speech in thepany; I want the whole Sandoval Group!¡± Andreas said in a cold voice with lights shing across his unfathomable eyes. He wanted to revenge on Maxwell crazily! ¡°Okay. That bitch and son of bitch are getting more and more unscrupulous with Lennon Bole as their backer,¡± said Charlie. ¡°Lennon Bole?¡± Andreas chuckled scornfully, ¡°Lennon can provide shelter for them at the moment, but can he support them for the life time? Lennon will take ne to Beijing tonight.¡± ¡°What¡¯s your n?¡± Charlie asked. ¡°Money. I want arge sum of money!¡± Andreas replied in a calm voice. Although his voice was not loud, his words shocked the others like a thunder. Charlie was stunned, ¡°Andreas, you¡¯re not in short of money. Why are you asking for money now?¡± Andreas curled his lips into a mysterious smile, ¡°Dad, you¡¯ll know about it soon¡­¡± On the morning of the second day, Maxwell was doing housework as usual after Greta going out for work. Suddenly, there came some clickety-cking sounds from the upstairs. It was Harriet who wasing downstairs. Harriet shouted at Maxwell with a serious look, ¡°Hey man,e here.¡± ¡°What¡¯s the matter?¡± Maxwell walked over. ¡°Have a look of this.¡± Harriet handed the tablet PC to Maxwell. Maxwell took theputer and his expressions changed slightly. ¡°What does this mean?¡± Maxwell handed back the tablet PC with aposed look and asked. ¡°After the opening quotation of the Sandoval Group in the morning, thepany¡¯s stock price has been slumping. It now has lost several billions!¡± Harriet said anxiously with a serious look. ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡± Maxwell wrinkled his brows. ¡°I have no idea either. I¡¯m afraid that the Sandoval Group is targeted by its rivals.¡± Harriet spit out her guess after pondering for a while. ¡­ The Sandoval Group was now in chaos. In the office building, the staffs were all in hurries and the ringtones could be heard constantly. In the president¡¯s office, Greta knitted her brows with her arms wrapped in front of her chest. Phone calls kepting in the president¡¯s office and this showed no sign of stopping. ¡°Ms. Greta, something goes wrong. There¡¯s a fluctuation in the stock market again and the stock price of ourpany plummets again.¡± A department manager rushed into the office and reported the news anxiously. ¡°Ms. Greta, I¡¯m afraid that our stock price has been deliberately targeted by our rivals. They purchased the stocks of ourpany in bulk and then sold them at low price. The stock market is in utter shambles at the moment.¡± A female secretary of one of the directors also walked into the office with a gloomy face. ¡°Ms. Greta, the crisis supervision team has made a prediction that the Sandoval Group will go bankruptcy within 24 hours.¡± Melissa walked in in a hurry and handed Greta a report. ¡°What¡­ what the hell is going on?¡± Even if Greta was quite experienced in business, there was a touch of panic shing across her pale yet delicate face in the face of this sudden crisis. She had never encountered such a weird and horrifying thing! The Sandoval Group, a bigpany, actually was on the verge of going bankruptcy overnight! Chapter 76: Horrifying Intuition Chapter 76: Horrifying Intuition ¡°Did¡­Did you find out who is the one behind this? Who is messing up the stock market?¡± Greta took a deep breath, pretending to beposed while asking. ¡°I found it out. It¡¯s done by HT Group. Thepany is targeting at ourpany crazily.¡± Melissa nodded and said. ¡°HT Group?¡± Greta furrowed her eyebrows and continued, ¡°HT Group is much smaller than Sandoval Group. How does it have the strength to target at ourpany?¡± HT Group was also a property developer in Ocean City but was much inferior to Sandoval Group. When Greta woke up early in the morning, her phone was full with missed calls and messages. When she hurried to thepany, she was still in bewilderment and had no idea about what was going on. Within the fifteen minutes after the stock market had opened, plenty of stocks of the Sandoval Group were sold off at a low price and financing media were eager to spread rumors about the bankruptcy of the Sandoval Group, which caused the stock price of thepany to be plummeting. Greta finally learned that it was HT Group that was targeting at herpany. Nevertheless, the Sandoval Group had suffered great losses up to now. Melissa¡¯s estimation was urate¡­ If things kept going like this, the Sandoval Group would even ¡°How many capitals are needed to support HT Group¡¯s action?¡± Greta regained herposure and lifted her head. ¡°At least fifty billion.¡± Mellissa blurted out, which caused the president¡¯s office to be enveloped by silence. It was so quiet that even the falling sound of a needle could be heard. The department managers all became wordless with astonishment written all over on their faces. Fifty billion! ¡°This is impossible¡­ ording to the scale of HT Group, how could it raise fifty billion? The whole HT Group is worthy of ten or twenty billion at most.¡± Greta said bluntly. N?velDrama.Org is the owner. ¡°Ms. Greta, HT Group has spent fifteen billion¡­¡± Mellissa reported in a low voice and Greta¡¯s delicate face turned pale when she heard the words. ¡°Impossible¡­ How could HT Group have that much money? None of thepanies in the Ocean City is able to raise that much money!¡± Feeling extremely shocked, Greta murmured. Fifty billion! This figure was really terrifying! This was a tremendous amount of money! ¡°Of course HT Group doesn¡¯t have that much money.¡± Right at this moment, a sound rumbled from outside of the office. Then Harriet walked into the office and set eyes on Greta while saying, ¡°Greta, this matter is not that simple.¡± ¡°You guys go out.¡± Greta nced over those department managers. After they left, Greta took a seat andid eyes on Harriet while asking, ¡°What the hell is going on?¡± ¡°Greta, I investigated HT Group just now and found out that it has been running under deficit recently. It was in short of money before and could by no means raise that much money to target at Sandoval Group.¡± Harriet continued, ¡°So there must be someone behind HT Group who is manipting all these.¡± ¡°Someone behind it?¡± Greta frowned. Harriet nodded, ¡°Without someone backing it up, TH Group would not have the guts to target at Sandoval Group.¡± ¡°Who do you think that could be the one behind this?¡± Greta asked. Harriet shook her head after pondering for a while, ¡°Many forces are eyeing covetously on Sandoval Group. I don¡¯t know who the one behind this is. Maybe it¡¯s the result of the joint efforts of those forces.¡± ¡°Then¡­ What should we do?¡± Greta slowly heaved a long sigh, looking dejected, ¡°There is little liquidity in the Sandoval Group at present.¡± Harriet handed her a bank card, ¡°There are nine billions in this card. It may barely help Sandoval Group to sustain for a longer while.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± Greta didn¡¯t decline her kindness as the Sandoval Group was now on the verge of bankruptcy and naturally she would not give up any glimmer of hope. ¡­ In a luxurious mansion, Andreas was sitting on the real-leather sofa and listening to his men¡¯s reporting with a touch of smile gradually creeping on his face. ¡°Andreas, turns out you were raising money for this.¡± Charlie chortled with delight. ¡°The Sandoval Group has lost 1.5 billion within several hours. That bitch Greta must be crying.¡± Allison, who was sitting on the sofa, also giggledcently. ¡°I really want to appreciate their expressions now. That bitch and that bastard. Their expressions must be more hideous than the one who has eaten a fly idently.¡± Cecilia chimed in. The living hall of the luxurious mansion was shrouded in a jubnt ambience as the Sandovals were discussing about his matter delightfully, as if the grievances and humiliations they had sufferedst night hadpletely vanished. ¡°HT Group had been Sandoval Group¡¯s rival yet its strength was inferior to Sandoval Groups¡¯, which caused it to be the underdog in its everypetition with Sandoval Group. And it had been seeking for an opportunity to defeat Sandoval Group. Comparing with otherpanies, it was rtively strong. Therefore, when I sought for cooperation with it, naturally it agreed without any hesitation. Even if Greta and Derrick doubts about this, they can¡¯t find out any evidence.¡± Charlie nodded, ¡°It won¡¯t take long for us topletely take control of the Sandoval Group.¡± ¡°Dad, shall we celebrate it?¡± Andreas smiled briefly and sped his hands. In next to no time, two of his men came over respectfully with a bottle of champagne on top of a te. They opened the champagne and poured two sses of transparent champagne with small bubbles in it. Andreas picked up the wine ss and chinked his ss against Charlie¡¯s. Smiles lit up their faces as they gulped down the champagne. ¡­ The Sandoval Group was in a chaos right at the moment. Rumors went virus outside of thepany and the public were guessing how Greta and Derrick would solve this crisis, while the stock price of HT Group was ascending continuously. Some experts even predicted that ording to this trend, the market value of HT Group would surpass that of Sandoval Group soon. When Greta walked into the basement parking lot after getting off work, she slightly narrowed her eyes when she saw the person who was leaning against the Maybach. ¡°Howes you are here again?¡± Greta furrowed her brows and looked around cautiously, only to walk over after making sure that there was no one in the surroundings. Maxwell smiled, ¡°Greta, I¡¯m worry about you, so Ie to pick you up.¡± ¡°Who needs you to pick up?¡± Greta rolled her eyes at Maxwell, pulled open the door and got on the car. The Maybach was then driven out of the parking lot and steadily galloped at full speed on the road. Maxwell stole a nce at Greta through the rearview mirror and found that she was leaning against the backseat with her eyes closed tightly. Her breathing was steady and she actually had fallen asleep. Greta was so tired that in order to cope with the crisis that the Sandoval Group was encountering, she hadn¡¯t taken a rest the whole day and even had no time to have a meal. She even seldom went to the toilet today. Greta was tired both physically and mentally. Therefore, when she got on the car and rxed herself, she immediately fell into sleep. Maxwell¡¯s eyes shed a touch of distress towards Greta. The Maybach stopped at the door of the luxurious mansion. Maxwell got off the car, gently carried up Greta in his arms and walked into the mansion. With Greta in his arms, he crept up to the second floor without even making a sound. Harriet, who was having recuperation in the bedroom next to Greta¡¯s, did not perceive it even after Maxwell had walked into Greta¡¯s bedroom. The whole process was done without a break. If Eijiro Chiba of Chiba Dojo was present and witnessed Maxwell¡¯s ability to restrain his breathing and sounds, he would definitely be shocked as well. When Maxwell went downstairs, Harriet closed the magazine and asked, ¡°Is she asleep?¡± Maxwell nodded, ¡°She fell into sleep when she was in the car.¡± ¡°The crisis that Sandoval Group is facing now is quite intractable.¡± Harriet heaved a sigh with a rarely seen seriousness on her charming face. ¡°I¡¯m afraid that HT Group is not the only party involved in this matter.¡± Maxwell spoke as lights shing across his unfathomable eyes. Harriet nced at Maxwell surprisingly, ¡°How do you know?¡± ¡°My intuition.¡± Maxwell curled his lips into a light smile and his gaze was meaningful. Intuition¡­ If it was not because Maxwell¡¯s intuition was quite sensitive and if he was not vignt enough, he would have died in the battles. He had taken part in the battles in many ces in the world. With his intuition, he managed to escape death again and again under numerous life-and-death conditions. ¡°HT Group can be at most regarded as a puppet and the key to this matter is the party behind it¡­¡± Harriet spoke. ¡°The party behind it?¡± Maxwell murmured. He then suddenly gave a smile as if he had thought of something. Chapter 77: It’s Me! Transfer Some Money to Me! Chapter 77: It¡¯s Me! Transfer Some Money to Me! Harriet noticed the change of Maxwell¡¯s expressions and curled her red lips, ¡°What do you know?¡± ¡°I¡­¡± Maxwell was stunned and smiled awkwardly, ¡°I know nothing.¡± ¡°It¡¯s not like that. Your reactions reveal that you definitely know about something.¡± Harriet stared at Maxwell with great interest and asked in an alluring voice, ¡°Could it be that you know who the person behind HT Group is?¡± ¡°Impossible. I learned from you about the plummet of the stocks of Sandoval Group. How could I know about the pusher behind all these?¡± Maxwell shook his head and said with a smile. Thoughtfully, Harriet stared at Maxwell for a while but failed to detect any weird trace from Maxwell¡¯s eyes. ¡°Well.¡± Harriet nodded and continued, ¡°Then tell me, do you have a suspect in mind?¡± ¡°How can I know about it? I¡¯m busy with my housework every day and never intervene in Greta¡¯s work.¡± Maxwell shook his head. ¡°What are you talking about?¡± A voice that was charming and pleasant to ears sounded from the second floor and then an enchanting beauty walked gracefully downstairs. Maxwell looked over following the sound, only to see a pair of good-looking feet which were wearing a pair of sandals and had been manicured. Maxwell shifted his gaze along the tender, sexy feet upwards and saw a pair of stunningly slender, long legs. ¡°Greta, you¡¯re awake.¡± Harriet smiled, ¡°I and Matthew were guessing about who was the one behind HT Group.¡± ¡°He?¡± Greta threw a nce at Maxwell, ¡°Why are you discussing this with him? Oh my¡­¡± ¡°Can¡¯t we discuss it?¡± Harriet rolled her eyes at Greta in an enchanting manner. Greta nced at Maxwell and asked, ¡°Do you understand it?¡± ¡°I¡¯m not as talented as you, Ms. Greta.¡± Maxwell was stunned for a while and proceeded to suck up to her without hesitation. ¡°He has no knowledge about this. Why did you discuss this with him? Can he raise the money?¡± Greta said. She nced dismissively at Maxwell who was acting reverently by the side. Maxwell only had a maintenance of 20,000 per month, how could he really be able to raise that much money? The Sandoval Group had no other choice at present. Only money could save thepany. But it needed arge amount of money. Even Greta, the top beauty in the businessmunity of Ocean City and Derrick, a big wig in the business world, were powerless in the face of this problem. The solution to the crisis of Sandoval Group was arge amount of money, which was beyond imagination. Nevertheless, in this critical moment, everyone thought Sandoval Group was doomed to bankruptcy. Who would be willing to lend money to thepany? The night closed in and it was midnight unknowingly. In the vi, Harriet and Greta was sitting on the sofa and watching a variety show on TV, talking andughing from time to time¡­ while Maxwell was slicing up an apple with a fruit knife. He then carefully arranged them into a fruit tray and handed it to the twodies. ¡°Oh, you have good skill of cutting up fruits.¡± Harriet looked up at Maxwell. Maxwell had superb cutting technique and every piece of sliced apple was moderately thin, as if they had been cut by a machine. Ordinary people could barely achieve this. ¡°I¡¯m sleepy. I¡¯ll go upstairs to have a rest first.¡± Harriet stretched and yawnedzily. She then wiggled her sexy body and walked gracefully up to the second floor. ¡°Greta, it¡¯ste now. You should go to bed too.¡± Maxwell said ingratiatingly. ¡°You go first. I want to stay for a longer while.¡± Greta shook her head with a touch ofplicated emotion shing across her delicate face. ¡°Well.¡± Maxwell nodded, turned around and walked towards the spiral stairs. After the leaving of Harriet and Maxwell, Greta stood to her feet elegantly and walked towards the windows. She looked out of the window with a heavy heart. The night was pressing up against the windows and looked extremely dark, just like the future of Sandoval Group which was full of uncertainty and unknown challenges. Even Greta had no idea about whether thepany could survive the crisis tomorrow. Would there be a favorable turn? If there wasn¡¯t a favorable turn, Sandoval Group would definitely meet its end! ording to the estimation of the crisis team of the group, as thepany¡¯s stock price had been plummeting to a very low price¡­ it may go bankruptcy in several hours¡­ ¡°No¡­ There will be a favorable turn¡­¡± Greta murmured. She and his father had established the Sandoval Group back then and had gone through various challenges with thepany¡­ They hadn¡¯t even figured out who was the one behind HT Group, how could thepany go bankruptcy this easily? Maxwell walked into the bedroom and produced his phone to make a call. ¡°Hello, boss. I¡¯m drinking with a European princess. Are youing?¡± A young man¡¯s voice as well as some noises came from the other end of the phone. ¡°I want you to investigate whether there¡¯s anything abnormal with HT Group recently.¡± Maxwell said in a calm voice. ¡°HT Group? Roger. Please wait for several minutes.¡± The young man responded. After several minutes, his voice sounded at the other end of the phone again, ¡°HT Group has been suffering losses in recent years¡­ Oh, ten billion was transferred into the chairman¡¯s bank ountst night.¡± A trace of sharpness shed across Maxwell¡¯s deep-set eyes. The young man paused for a moment and then continued, ¡°There is not only a remittance. There are several remittances which each includes N?velDrama.Org is the owner. ten billion. And they were all transferred from a bank ount in Beijing¡­¡± ¡°Beijing¡­¡± Maxwell murmured and suddenly exuded a horrifying aura, which then shrouded the whole room. He was like a sharp sword that was unsheathed and was like a demon from the hell, looking cold and terrifying! ¡°How much is left in the bank ount of our organization.¡± Maxwell asked slowly in a cold voice. The young man was stunned and replied, ¡°Boss, our organization is now engaging in militarized nanometer weapons¡­ There is not much working capital left in our ount¡­ Only dozens of millions were left¡­¡± ¡°Terminate the cooperation right away. I want money, right now!¡± Maxwell said in a m yet indisputable tone! ¡°Boss¡­ It is about nanometer. If we give up now, we¡¯ll have to suffer a loss of several billions¡­ This is a great loss.¡± The young man replied in a hesitant tone, hoping Maxwell to consider about it again. ¡°There¡¯s no time left¡­ Transfer all the money into my ount.¡± Maxwell said firmly with a cold look. The aura he was exuding at the moment that was carried in his voice made the young man felt familiar. This was the real face of his boss, the man who had led him to survive various battles. ¡°Roger.¡± Although the young man begrudged the money, he knew deep down that Maxwell was a man who could differentiate what was more important. If he had not encountered something urgent, he would not have made such a decision. ¡°Boss, is it worthy to do so?¡± The young man suddenly seemed to realize something and asked gingerly. ¡°Of course it¡¯s worthy.¡± ¡°You did all these for the sake of a woman¡­ Boss, with your identity, you can get any kind of women you like¡­ Just don¡¯t back yourself into a corner¡­¡± The young man whined out. He was defending Maxwell at the moment as he knew Greta¡¯s attitude towards Maxwell. ¡°Remember, she¡¯s my wife. Since she is encountering difficulties now, I should do her some favors. I can earn money in the future even if I suffer a loss now, but I only have a wife.¡± Maxwell hung up the phone and looked out of the windows, fixating his gaze on the tall buildings afar. He was sleepless the whole night. On the early morning of the next day, when Maxwell went downstairs, he noticed that Greta was sleeping quietly on the sofa. Her hair was slightly messy and her plump breasts were heaving up and down. Greta had been sleeplessst night and she only fell into sound sleep in the midnight as she couldn¡¯t resist the drowsiness any longer. Maxwell curled his lips into a pampering smile when he saw Greta¡¯s delicate face. He took a quilt and gently put it on Greta¡¯s curvy body. Greta¡¯s phone suddenly buzzed at the moment and she suddenly opened her eyes. Maxwell paused and turned around. It turned out to be the harsh sounds of the rm. ¡°What time is it?¡± Greta rubbed her eyes and took a nce at her phone to check the time. ¡°It¡¯s nine now, Greta.¡± Maxwell replied. ¡°Nine¡­Nine?¡± Greta was a bit petrified¡­ She hadn¡¯t expected that she was just taking a nap, and it was already nine o¡¯clock when she woke up. Having no time to thinking about it, Greta hastily washed up herself, took a sandwich and ruched out of the luxurious mansion. ¡°Greta, Le is still not recovered. Let me give you a ride.¡± Maxwell chased after her. ¡°Start the engine quickly.¡± Greta didn¡¯t want to talk nonsense with Maxwell and urged him. ¡°Okay. Greta, fasten the seat belt.¡± Maxwell smiled. ¡°Why should I fasten the belt?¡± Greta was a bit confused. She then added, ¡°If you fail to arrive at Sandoval Tower before 9:15, I¡¯ll teach you a lesson.¡± Just as Greta had finished the words, Maxwell suddenly stepped on the elerator and the Maybach streaked off on the road. Nevertheless, Greta, who was sitting on a backseat, hadn¡¯t fastened the belt yet. She was panicked at the moment and was bumping left and right due to the inertia with her hair cascading messily on her back. Greta¡¯s face turned pale. She hadn¡¯t expected that Maxwell would dare to drive at such a high speed during the morning peak. Was he seeking death? ¡°S¡­Stop! Slow down!¡± Greta eximed in a flustered tone, her face turning pale. But Maxwell ignored her words. As a matter of fact, if he really followed her order, how could they arrive at Sandoval Tower before 9:15? ¡°Bastard!¡± Greta suddenly screamed. Maxwell quickly turned the steering wheel to dodge the cars. A traffic warden was on the duty at the crossroad and the sudden sharp sound of the stridting of tires and the ground instantly attracted his attention. At the next moment, a Maybach shed in front of him, bringing a fierce gush of wind that blew away his hat. ¡°Stop. Over speed!¡± The traffic warden roared and subconsciously tried to remember the license te numbers, yet only to find out that the Maybach had disappeared from his vision. Many drivers gasped as the orderly line of cars that were waiting for the traffic light were disorganized by the sudden appearance of that Maybach. There actually had a person who had superb driving skill in Ocean City! His driving technique was just like his personality, imposing and arrogant! Chapter 78 The Sandoval Group Was in Crisis Chapter 78 The Sandoval Group Was in Crisis The Maybach was racing at breakneck speed down the road. Maxwell kept his foot on the elerator! "Don''t you want to stay alive?!" Greta took a deep breath. She was trembling, and her long hair was in a mess. Maxwell didn''t listen to her, and didn''t slow down. They were getting close to the Sandoval Tower! All of a sudden! Piercing rm wailed! Two police cars wereing up to them! "Howe!" Greta''s beautiful face turned white and her attractive legs trembled slightly. They were racing but they didn''t expect to rm the police! T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. Greta turned to look at the back of the car. There were two police cars right after them. "The ck Maybach in front, with the te number BXXX... You have exceeded the speed limit and vited the traffic rules. Please stop immediately! Please stop at once!" From the top of the police car''s loudspeaker, a cold, piercing sound came to Maxwell''s ears! "Look what you have done!" Greta red at Maxwell with her beautiful eyes. If Maxwell hadn''t been racing down the road, they wouldn''t have rmed the police! "Stop it!" Greta snapped. Maxwell smiled, however, looking arrogant. And then he suddenly said, "Ms. Greta, please fasten your seat belt..." "What on earth do you want?" Greta fumed. Greta had just finished, and suddenly, Maxwell nced through the mirror at the two chasing police cars, and sneered. The next moment, Maxwell mmed on the brake! The tires of Maybach rubbed against the ground rapidly, and two ck tire marks were left in an instant! In a twinkling of an eye, the two police cars were moving so fast that they had no time to step on the brake before they overtook the Maybach. And Greta, jumped up because of the inertia and fell back in the back seat... Greta looked extremely angry at Maxwell! If Maxwell hadn''t been driving, Greta would have hit him over the head with her bag! Maxwell put his foot on the gas pedal, so that the car made a U-turn. They were now driving on the wrong way of the road! On the road, many drivers stuck on the road were surprised and stunned! He was so bold! They didn''t know who was driving the Maybach, and they dared to chase with the police! Countless people were shocked. The Maybach, in the eyes of countless people, like an arrow, galloped into the distance! As the two police cars clumsily wheeled around, the Maybach had disappeared down the road, and was out of sight. The car skidded perfectly to a halt at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower, and attracted everyone''s attention. The ck Maybach was the private car of the President, the only one Maybach in the Sandoval Group... But how could she be such a good driver? Greta red at Maxwell coldly. She shot a murderously cold nce at him. Maxwell had had a great fun. He had gotten rid of two police cars and had a great time, while she suffered a lot in the back seat. "I''ll deal with you when I get home tonight!" Greta said coldly, and the air in the car froze. Greta''s beautiful eyes were like a knife, which made Maxwell''s heart tremble and he smiled weakly. "Have a good time, Ms. Greta." The car door opened, then a pair of sexy and attractive legs with high-heeled shoes stepped on the ground. With long hair, a woman walked out of the car gracefully. "Good morning, Ms. Greta." "Good morning, Ms. Greta." Numerous employees greeted Greta respectfully, but Greta, who always responded with a smile, did not even nod today. She stepped on her high heels, emitting a strong aura like a queen, which made employees didn''t dare to speak anything. Greta''s face was cold. She gritted her teeth, and couldn''t wait to end Maxwell''s life immediately! But she couldn''t find a reason. She did not wear a seat belt... and Maxwell sent her to the Sandoval Tower in time. It just took him seven minutes to send her to the Sandoval Tower! Normally, it would take half an hour to get from the mansion to the Sandoval Group. Maxwell''s excellent driving skills made him look like a veteran... But with Maxwell''s financial ability, how could he possibly afford a car? Greta wondered. Of course she didn''t know... Maxwell seldom drove Maybach, but as for other vehicles, it was just like a piece of cake. Like radar cars, intercontinental missile transporters, and some of the world''s top luxury cars... For Maybach, it was as easy as rolling off a log, except that he did get used to it. When it came to driving skills, even Le was excellent, he would still be dwarfed by Maxwell... No sooner than Greta walked into the president''s office and had just sat down, the phone rang. Greta answered the phone, but when she hung up, her delicate face turned dignified. The Sandoval Group just opened, but its stock went down like crazy! Everything seemed to be irretrievable... Greta''s cell phone rang and she got a text message: Greta, I have contacted many old friends, but I haven''t borrowed any money. The Sandoval Group... might be in crisis. Greta let out a slight sigh. Derrick had abandoned his dignity and looked for a solution, let alone her. She made countless callste at night. As a result, all the rich and powerful families, top financial groups, didn''t answer the phones, as if they had agreed to do so... Greta only slept for three hours. Greta got up and went to the French window. She looked at the huge CBD, with aplicated look on her beautiful face. HT Group was pressing hard and mping down on them crazily. The Sandoval Group had retreated again and again, and it was no longer as powerful as it used to be. But all of a sudden, everything had changed. At that very moment, Melissa, the secretary, burst into the office. Her pure face was filled with wonder and excitement. "Ms. Greta, good news!" "What''s the matter?" Greta asked without looking up. "Mr. Andreas is here. Mr. Andreas said he is here to help you." Melissa said, and the several standing managers in the president''s office froze. "He came to help me?" Greta''s beautiful eyes were filled with suspicion. She and Andreas had had a lot of arguments. Would Andreas help her? "Greta, the Sandoval Group is in trouble. How can I not help you?" A calm voice came from outside the office. Andreas strolled in with his hands on his back, looking light and pale. There was a trace of strange warmth in the way he looked at Greta. Outside the office, a lot of female staff gathered around Andreas, looking at him excitedly and admiringly. Mr. Andreas came to the Sandoval Group alone! "You areing to help me?" Greta looked cold, and there was a cold indifference in her tone. Of course she didn''t believe Andreas wasing to help her! "Of course I am. I really want to help you and the Sandoval Group this time," Andreas said solemnly. "If the Sandoval Group went bankrupt and falls into the hands of HT Group, nobody knows what the future of Ocean City will be... The Sandoval Group means a lot for you and your father, and I couldn''t let it fail..." Greta''s expression changed slightly. When Andreas said this, he meant it, and he looked sincere, like he was saying it from the bottom of the heart. "What¡­ What are you going to do to help us?" "Greta asked, her face softened. Andreas pped his hands as an attendant respectfully offered an borate gift box. In the gift boxy a gold-edged ck card! "Greta, the money in this bank card is enough for you to deal with this crisis." Andreas said, and everyone got stunned! "You..." Greta waspletely stunned. She was very familiar with the bank card. It was the same one she saw in the reception party, but the amount of money in it was very different, and the meaning of it was even more different. The bank card could save Greta, save Derrick, and save the entire Sandoval Group! The Sandoval Group meant a lot for Greta... However, Andreas, at the most critical moment, came to rescue the Sandoval Group! Greta was touched. She stared at Maxwell with mixed feelings. "Greta, take it." Andreas smiled and said softly. "Take it, Greta, it can save the Sandoval Group!" Suddenly, a dissonant sound made Andreas freeze. Chapter 79 Huge Amount of Money Chapter 79 Huge Amount of Money The crowd gradually parted, and a figure appeared at the end of the line,ing towards them. "Maxwell..." Andreas looked a little cold. What was the kept man doing here? Many staff members were also very confused. "Why are you here? I told you to go back." Greta''s beautiful face looked astonished. Maxwell smiled. "Ms. Greta, you left your bag in the car, so I''ll bring it over." Maxwell handed out Greta''s delicate bag, nced at Andreas and said, "Oh, Mr. Andreas..." Andreas looked cold. He didn''t even look at Maxwell, and treated him as air. "Greta, take it. It will save the Sandoval Group." Andreas turned to look straight at Greta. Greta''s beautiful eyes stared at the ck card in the gift box, and she was struggling... Andreas was right. What the Sandoval Group really needed was the ck card. However, Greta couldn''t believe that Andreas, who had borne so many grudges against her, would help her unconditionally. "Greta, take it. This is an opportunity for the Sandoval Group." All of a sudden, Maxwell said so, which made everyone gasp. No one thought that Maxwell would one day stand with Mr. Andreas! As Greta''s husband, Maxwell didn''t mind her wife epting others'' help, and he even spoke up for Mr. Andreas. He was such a coward! Many people looked at him disdainfully. No wonder he was described as a kept man. How could a coward match Greta, the most beautiful woman in business world? Many people were gossiping about it. As Greta''s husband, he did not step forward when the Sandoval Group was in crisis. Instead, Mr. Andreas, who had nothing to do with Greta, and who had just arrived in Ocean City, was generous to help the Sandoval Group survive the crisis. For many, Andreas was more suitable than Maxwell to be Greta''s husband. Maxwell was such an irresponsible man. "Greta, take it and the Sandoval Group will turn the corner." When Andreas spoke, his voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze, full of strange magic, and made people unable to refuse. At that moment, Greta''s delicate and beautiful face suddenly looked stern and she became very determined. "Mr. Andreas, I can''t take this money!" Greta didn''t say it loud, but everyone in the room could hear it clearly! The crowd was taken aback! Greta turned Mr. Andreas down! The only chance was presented to Greta, but Greta refused it! Greta was not giving up an opportunity but the entire Sandoval Group! No one would expect that Mr. Andreas would one day be turned down! Andreas''s hand shook as he held the box. He was still cool, but deep in his eyes there was a hint of annoyance. He... again, was rejected. "Greta, I advise you to think about it. The Sandoval Group doesn''t have a chance." Andreas said in a low voice. "No. I''ve already made up my mind." Greta shook her head, looked firm, and said firmly, "Thank you for your help, but I can''t take the money. Mr. Andreas, please take it back." Maxwell was standing aside, looking at Greta with a look of indifference, but his eyes were shining with deep joy as she looked at Greta. "Greta... Are you... Are you fooling with me?" Finally, Andreas could not pretend to be calm. He stared at Greta with coldness and displeasure. "I''m not fooling with you, Mr. Andreas. I really appreciate your help, but this gift is too huge for me to ept." Greta shook her head. Her beautiful eyes were calm. Even though she trembled at Andreas''s fury, she didn''t budge. "Very good," said Andreas, whose face was ferocious and he didn''t pretend to be a gentleman now. He nced at Greta and Maxwell with a cold look and said, "After three hours, I will wait for the big moment for the Sandoval Group." "Let''s go." Andreas hurried out of the CEO''s office. Not until Andreas went out of the Sandoval Tower and left by his private car did she sit down on the chair, looking pale and desperate. "Ms. Greta, why didn''t you take his money?" Melissa asked, puzzled. "You don''t understand," Greta shook her head. "It''s definitely not that easy. He will give me the money only on some condition." "Even if the Sandoval Group goes bankrupt, I won''t ept his help." Greta said, her beautiful eyes looking firm. On the way back, Andreas looked at the ck card in his hand, and looked sullen. His hands trembled, and his eyes were very cold. "Bitch." Andreas suddenly snapped, clutching the ck card in his hand. The ck card, which was worth billions, was twisted and distorted under Andreas''s grasp. "Mr. Andreas, we have given face to Greta, but she is so ungrateful..." his man said indignantly. "Go tell HT Group to speed up their actions. I want Greta toe crying and begging me!" Andreas said coldly. "Yes!" "Greta... You will not escape from my hand." Andreas murmured, his cold eyes shining evil light. In the meeting room of the Sandoval Tower, directors sat around the table and looked serious. The atmosphere was strangely quiet. Greta and Derrick sat there, as time tickled by... Finally, Derrick broke the silence, "Guys, this is the biggest crisis for the Sandoval Group. We only have three hours left and we haven''t worked out a solution yet. Everyone, get ready for it." One director said, "I heard that just now Mr. Andreas came to Ms. Greta to offer a hand, and Ms. Greta turned it down... I was wondering why?" "Andreas bore grudges with me, but he offered tens of billions to help me without any conditions... Don''t you think it weird?" Greta said. "For the Group''s sake, can''t you agree on the possible conditions?" The director stared straight into Greta''s perfect face. "Then let your daughter do it." Greta folded her arms around her chest and said faintly. The director was at a loss for a moment. All of a sudden! There was an anxious knock on the door of the conference room! Secretary Melissa rushed into the meeting room and spoke with a grim face, "Bad news! HT Group has suddenly quickened their paces... There are only ten minutes left..." All the people present were shocked. How could HT Group have the power to press against the Sandoval Group, and they were quickening their paces! Despair filled the air in the meeting room... Every director in the room fell silent. Every one of them had been looking for solutions, but to no avail. The people whom they had good rtionships with seemed to align to go against them, and they weren''t willing to help the Sandoval Group! Even a fool could have a faint sense that something was wrong... as if there was an invisible hand T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. manipting all of this. Five minutester, Derrick sprang to his feet, nced over at the silent board members, sighed, and said slowly, "Thank you for your support over the years..." Greta''s heart trembled. She lifted her beautiful eyes and looked at Derrick, her eyes full of despair. The time had finallye. The Sandoval Group was going down... But, suddenly! The manager of the finance department rushed into the meeting room, said excitedly. "Ms. Greta, Mr. Derrick... There is hope!" "What''s the matter? Take a seat." Greta frowned. The finance manager didn''t even knock on the door and rushed in. It was so rude. "The Sandoval Group got money!" The manager of the finance department took a mouthful of water, and trembled with excitement! "Money? Where''s it from?" The directors looked at one another in the meeting room. "Just now, someone sent us 100 billion!!" His voice just fell, and it sent the meeting room into shocking silence!! Chapter 80 Take the Cigarette from a Beauty Chapter 80 Take the Cigarette from a Beauty One hundred billion! The directors were all stunned! They thought they had misheard it and couldn''t believe it! Greta looked at the manager of the financial department nkly. She was so stunned that she breathed heavily, and she could not calm down for a long time. "Is... Is that true?" Derrick suddenly stood up and red at the manager of the financial department. Derrick, who had always been calm, couldn''t help but get excited... Had the Sandoval Group met its good days? The Sandoval Group could survive! "It''s true. I''ve checked it several times, and someone sent more than a hundred billion to us. And it''s from an overseas ount," quavered the finance manager. ''From an overseas ount?'' Greta frowned. "The Sandoval Group hasn''t developed its market overseas. How can we have the money from overseas?" "Did you find out who the ount holder is?" Derrick asked. "Yes, the bank said it was apany, Gath-Dragon Capital. We sent people to check who ran the Gath-Dragon Capital... but it turned out to be a shellpany," said the manager. "It''s strange. So, we took the 100 billion for no reason and didn''t even know who gave it to us," said one of the directors, looking puzzled. "Did your friends help you, Greta?" Derrick looked at Greta. Greta shook her head. Since she returned after studying abroad, her rtionship with many Western friends had faded. This time Greta had contacted many domestic connections. "A hundred billion is an astronomical number for us. Who on earth would help us without wanting to be expose?" Derrick murmured, lost in thought. "Maybe this You-Know-Who doesn''t want to be known," one of the directors said. Suddenly, Greta''s expression changed, as if she had thought of something. "You-Know-Who..." Greta murmured, and she was a bit shocked! "What''s wrong, Greta?" asked Derrick. "I... I''m fine." Greta shook her head, but her heart fluttered. Doubt came to her mind. Would that be the mystery man again? Who the hell was that You-Know-Who? Why did he help her again and again? And this time he gave them 100 billion! Greta had many conjectures in her mind. The 100 billion came out of nowhere. In the end, she could only give the credit to the mysterious man. "Chairman, take things as theye. Since someone gives us the 100 billion, let''s keep the Sandoval Group first," Greta said. Derrick nodded and ordered, "Strike back at once! We have to teach HT Group a lesson. The Sandoval Group has been repressed for too long, and now it''s time to fight back!" Greta breathed a sigh of relief, but she dared not take it lightly. No one knew how powerful HT Group was. She could only hope that HT Group could give up when they knew the Sandoval Group had the capital. After the meeting, Greta walked her long legs away. As she returned to the CEO''s office, a figure shed in from the outside. "You''re still there?" Greta said, frowning. "I''ve been waiting for Ms. Greta to finish the meeting," Maxwell smiled ingratiatingly. "What''s up?" Greta grunted, not giving Maxwell a good look. "The Sandoval Group... How things are doing now?" Maxwell asked with concern. Greta breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I don''t know yet. It''s still unknown." "I wish it can be fine." Maxwell smiled faintly, and mixed feelings passed his eyes. When Maxwell walked out of the CEO''s office, he walked to an empty stairwell. At this time, his cell phone rang and he picked up the phone. The young man on the other end of the line wondered, "Boss, oh. The one hundred billion is gone. Do you know how much our customers paid for the Nano deal? We can have earned fifty billion in profit..." "When money is gone, you can earn it again," Maxwell said lightly. The young man was anxious, and snapped, "Brother, how could you say so? Now you are not in charge, and I have to be responsible for everything. I have to take care of the interests of the members in the base. Everything needs money..." Maxwell could not stand the young man''s nagging. "Well, well, this was an ident. I asked you not to reveal your identity. How''s the thing going?" "Don''t worry boss, even if Ms. Greta is as smart as a talent, she can''t check out who did that. I did it in the name of a shellpany. She won''t have a clue," The young man said proudly. Maxwell nodded, feeling satisfied with the young man''s performance. "Go and find out if HT Group has anything to do with the first assassination... I am increasingly suspicious that HT Group was behind the first assassination." "Yes." Hanging up the phone, a sweet voice sounded from behind Maxwell''s back. "What are you doing here?" Maxwell looked over his shoulder and saw Harriet standing behind him, watching him with interest and T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. a bag in her hand. Maxwell was taken aback and chuckled, "Why did youe to here?" "I''m worried about the Sandoval Group, so Ie and see what''s going on." "It should be fine now," said Maxwell. "I just... heard that are you talking to about assassination?" Harriet tentatively raised the subject, making Maxwell''s heart beat fast. "Nothing... One of my buddies and I suspect HT Group was behind thest assassination," said Maxwell, unruffled. When Maxwell and Harriet opened the door and walked into the president''s office, they saw Greta was busy working. Harriet did not want to disturb her, so she went to the sofa and sat down quietly. It took a long time before Greta finished her work. She lifted up her beautiful eyes and saw Harriet and Maxwell. "When did youe?" Greta was surprised slightly. "I arrived earlier. You were busy just now and I didn''t want to disturb you," Harriet said with a shallow smile. "It''s time to get off work. Let''s go to dinner." "Great." Greta nced at her watch and agreed. The two women got up and went to the door when Maxwell followed them. "Ms. Greta," he said shamelessly, "How about taking me together?" "No, go home and eat by yourself," Greta responded coldly and didn''t want to talk to Maxwell at all. "We''re out of food, Ms. Greta. Just let me go with you." Maxwell followed them, looking ingratiating. *** Greta and Harriet sat together in a quaint restaurant, as close as sisters. Maxwell, on the other hand, was huddled in a corner bitterly. The dishes in the restaurant contained a strange tea fragrance. It was said that the food was added with brilliant tea leaves... Many dishes tasted light, containing a strong tea fragrance. The light vor dishes naturally were favored by beauties like Greta and Harriet as they had low calories and were helpful for losing weight. But Maxwell didn''t like the food. After taking a few mouthfuls, he smiled to Greta and said, "Greta, can I have some meat?" Greta nced coldly at Maxwell and threw the menu at him. "Go ahead." Maxwell was delighted that, for the first time, Greta was so thoughtful. But when Maxwell opened the menu, his face froze. Harriet chuckled, "The restaurant only has vegetarian dishes. They don''t have any meat." Frustrated, Maxwell stepped out of his private box and made his way to the bathroom. As he entered the bathroom, Maxwell stopped and raised his eyes. He saw a sexy, slim figure leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. Maxwell squinted at the misty smoke that rose from the sexy red lips. In front of him was a very sexy woman, dressed in ckce. Her every move was charming and alluring. Maxwell''s eyes ran all the way down the white neck, and the corners of his mouth lifted. Wonderful! This was a wonderful woman! Maxwell was thrilled to see the long-haired beauty, with a That pair of long legs in ck suit was absolutely a killer! Maxwell walked up to her and said, "Girl, have you got a cigarette? Give me one." The long-haired beauty turned her head and gave Maxwell a subtle nce, and ignored him. "I''ve run out of cigarettes," said the beauty coldly. All of a sudden, Maxwell grabbed the woman''s cigarette and held it in his mouth. Long-haired beauty was stunned. She did not expect the man would act so shamelessly! Chapter 81 The Sandoval Familys Ambition! Chapter 81 The Sandoval Family''s Ambition! The long-haired beauty set her eyes on Maxwell. With dark skin and a smile on his ace, he did behave so crazily. "You''re crazy." The long-haired beauty spat out the remaining smoke, and gave a light evaluation. Unlike the men who osted her, Maxwell was not courteous. He did grab a cigarette from a woman. What a rascal! "You''re beautiful," Maxwellughed, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke. "Few would have such cigarette." "How do you know?" The women with delicate, seductive makeup looked at Maxwell with interest. "It''s Yves Saint Laurent. I remember it cost tens of thousands in the ck market." Maxwell yed with the burning cigarette. "Yes, go on." The long-haired beauty nodded and looked into Maxwell''s beautiful eyes with increasing interest. "You are beautiful, like smoke, and the smoke tastes cool and fragrant..." Maxwell talked a lot, and the long-haired woman looked at Maxwell with more and more appreciation. She nodded and said, "I''ve never met anyone who knows as much about women''s cigarettes as you do. Are you a smoker?" Maxwell shook his head. "I just have a lot of smoke at home." What Maxwell didn''t say was that in the warehouse of his vi in Belgium and Sanya, there were too many cigarettes to fit in the warehouse. She''d have taken aback if she knew how many cigarettes Maxwell had. That was too many to be described!! "The cigarette tastes good, but I wonder how you taste like..." Maxwell gazed interestingly at the eyes of the long-haired beauty. If it were not for Greta, he would not have been so honest when he returned to China. When he was abroad, he was like a phnderer! The long-haired beauty took a deep look at Maxwell, and suddenly stepped out. Her whole body almost clung to Maxwell! A fragrant scent reached Maxwell''s nose and made his legs go weak. "There are people inside the toilet," said the long hair beauty meaningfully. Maxwell''s eyes twinkled and raised a smile. The woman was giving him a hint. Maxwell knew what the long-haired woman meant. He leaned close to her ear and blew hot air. "It doesn''t have to be in the bathroom. It can be in the kitchen, on the balcony." "You''re funny," the long-haired beauty said with a smile. She gazed at Maxwell deeply, reached out her hand to unzip his crotch. Just as she wanted to stretch in, the long-haired woman looked shy. Something seemed to stick against the crotch... The long-haired woman blushed! ''How could I be so bold? What am I doing?'' The woman''s face was hot. She hurriedly withdrew her hand, and said in a low voice, "Well, think about it." Immediately, the long hair beauty left quickly. Maxwell bowed his head and pulled out a gilded card from his pants. His restless breath slowed down. Looking at the card, he muttered, "Isadora..." "Well, what a good trip to the toilet. You even got a card." At that moment, a cold and indifferent voice came from behind. Greta had been silently watching him and Isadora flirting with each other. "Ms. Greta..." Maxwell was shocked. ''Oh, my gosh!'' He didn''t notice Greta was here! Greta was wearing high heels and it would definitely make sound. But he was so absorbed in flirting with Isadora that he didn''t even notice Greta had arrived! Maxwell''s heart missed a beat, and he felt a terrible foreboding. "Ahem... Let me exin, Ms. Greta..." Maxwell smiled awkwardly, but Greta didn''t want to listen to the exnation. She turned straight away and said coldly, "Exnation is like a cover-up. And covering it up means it is true." After that, she stepped on high heels and headed for the private box. Maxwell followed behind, but when he caught up, he was stunned to find that the privatepartment door was locked. Greta and Harriet locked him out! Maxwell groaned. ''Is Greta jealous? The first beauty in the business world was jealous. What a terrible thing it is!'' In the private box, Harriet looked at Greta with a cold face and smiled. "Greta, it''s the first time I''ve seen you jealous." "Who is jealous? Am I jealous?" Greta paused and then said, "He''s my man. I pay for him. Shouldn''t I N?velDrama.Org is the owner. give him some demands? What a disgusting thing it is to flirt with other women in front of me," Greta grunted. Harriet shook her head and smiled, "Yes, you are right, but don''t you think he treats you well? At least, other men would not be so patient and good-tempered to you." Greta didn''t say anything. Other men? She thought of the mysterious man who had helped her again and again out of the crisis. How could Maxwell bepared with that man? Maxwell was a healthy man who could go to work, but she had to support him. As a typical strong woman, Greta naturally despised Maxwell from the bottom of her heart. When Maxwell apple-polished her like an obedient dog, it made Greta nauseate. "He is my servant, who is paid twenty or thirty thousand a month. Being patient to me is what he is supposed to do. But he did dare to flirt with other women. Maybe he brings other women into my house while I''m at work." Greta wrapped her arms around her chest and said angrily. Unconsciously, she scolded Isadora as well. Harriet smiled even more when she saw it. What was the difference between Greta and those jealous girls? If the news spread out, it would take the headlines for days... The first beauty in the business circle was jealous because of her coward husband flirting with other women... This was going to drive the press crazy! Maxwell squatted at the door of the box for more than two hours. In the two hours, they even refused any food to be sent into the box, which made Maxwell very upset. It seemed that Greta was really angry this time. Two hourster, Greta and Harriet walked out of the box, talking andughing, and Greta didn''t even look at Maxwell, who was following close behind them. Inside the garage, Maxwell got into the driver''s seat and smiled. "Ms. Greta, it was a mistake..." Maxwell tried to exin, but Greta didn''t give him the chance. She just nced coldly at him and said, "Start the car or we will get off." Maxwell put his foot on the gas and drove the Maybach out of the garage. *** Inside the mansion, Andreas was sitting on a leather sofa, ying the music. The sisters-inwughed happily,pletely forgetting yesterday''s humiliation, while Andreas, who was sipping champagne, waited for good news. Charlie, half-drunk with a bottle of champagne in hand, said, "Andreas, didn''t you say the good news will arrive soon, but I''ve been waiting for a long time..." "Don''t worry," Andreas said, pouring another ss of champagne and smiling, "The good news is worth waiting." "This time, the Sandoval Group is really over. Andreas is so smart that he defeated the Sandoval Group with tens of billions," Alisonughed. "That bitch Greta would never know who did it. She might regret why didn''t she take Andreas''s offering?" "Yeah, that bitch thinks she has a good look and is always proud. When the Sandoval Group copses, Andreas, take her over. I can''t wait to inste her." Andreas smiled as he watched Alison and Cecilia talking andughing. The smile on his face became more mysterious and elusive. Andreas looked down and nced at his watch. "It''s time," he said with a cold gleam in his deep eyes. On the coffee table, a 24-carat gold phone suddenly rang. Andreas looked at the phone calmly, unable to conceal his happiness. "Dad, here''s your good news," Andreas said lightly. "Greta, the Sandoval Group, the port and the airport are in our hands now." "Right now, we almost own the whole Ocean City!" Chapter 82 Shusaku Went to China Chapter 82 Shusaku Went to China Andreas looked at the phone with an air of nonchnce. The die was cast. Alison and Cecilia smiled at each other. They were confident in Andreas, and they believed in him. "Well, when we''re done with this, we can go back to Beijing," Charlie said with relieve. "Andreas, answer the phone," Alison said. Andreas smiled and reached for the phone. "This is Andreas, how''s it going?" A shocked voice spread, "Mr. Sandoval! Something went wrong!" "What''s the matter?" Andreas asked, frowning slightly. "The Sandoval Group... didn''t copse..." whispered the man. The smile froze on Andreas''s face. "What did you say?" Andreas''s face looked murderously cold. T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. "HT Group was on the verge of acquiring the Sandoval Group when suddenly, the Sandoval Group got much capital and started fighting back in the stock market..." His voice trembled. "So far, the Sandoval Group is buying back shares like crazy, and it seems that they have plenty of money." "That''s impossible!" Andreas retorted and looked sullen. "I''ve already told everyone not to help the Sandoval Group... They are out on their own. How can they raise any money!?" "Mr. Andreas, you can watch the news for yourself. The Sandoval Group is fighting back hard. The momentum is very strong," said the man on the other end of the phone. "I see..." Andreas was shaking. His arm holding the phone was also shaking uncontrobly. And then Andreas put the phone down, his deep eyes full of viciousness! "How''s it going?" asked Alison. Charlie looked hopeful. "It failed..." Andreas spoke slowly and meaningfully. "What? How could that be? Shouldn''t we win? The Sandoval Group is on the verge of bankruptcy. Everyone could defeat them!" Alison and Cecilia eximed, looking puzzled. "Shut up." Andreas barked coldly, and his face grotesquely twisted. "Max Kirk..." Suddenly, Andreas''s eyes twinkled, revealing a terrifying look and he slowly let out a cry! Inside the mansion, the music filled the elegant room, but with a clear cup crack sound, the cheerful atmosphere was spoiled! "Fifty billion is gone!" Charlie clenched his teeth. This 50 billion was the family''s money. If the family knew about it, they would bother about it! If that happened, the status of Charlie and Andreas in the family would plummet! Charlie borrowed fifty billion from the family because Andreas was confident that he could make more money out of the ports and airports, but now... The fifty billion was gone. They couldn''t earn any profit. Andreas thought of Maxwell''s smile in the CEO''s office and understood what had happened. "Call one sword style of Imperial Capital for me!" Andreas said coldly, his tone containing the horror of fierceness! *** A middle-aged man sat on tatami mats at a dojo in Japan. A young woman, twisting her graceful waist, made tea for the middle-aged man. "Eijiro has disappeared for several days. Before he left, he said he was going to practice in different ces. Since then, we haven''t heard of any news about him. Is it possible that something happened to him?" The middle-aged man sipped the tea and muttered to himself. "Eijiro is a superb swordsman. He is the best of one sword style in Imperial Capital. Even if he just took a sword before he left, it is by no meansparable to ordinary swordsman." Middle-aged man felt relieved as he was thinking like this. All of a sudden! A few figures rushed in! "My Lord, someone in China sent a message that the little master was assassinated in China and died." The middle-aged man widened his eyes. There were coldness and viciousness in his eyes. "The sick man of Asia!" The middle-aged man suddenly got up and walked out, "Go to China now. The Sick Man of East Asia dares to be so rampant to kill Eijiro!" "It is time to remind them of their fears of being dominated by the Greater East Asian Empire..." The middle-aged man set out a foot. The brick on the door cracked opened! The ground cracked after his every step. Everything was stunned by middle-aged man''s strength! His men were paid highly respect to the man because the middle-aged man''s identity was notable! No one could have imagined that the matter would provoke him to target at China! *** In the president''s office, Greta and Harriet were busy working and discussing some problems. They seemed to bepletely immersed in their work andpletely forget Maxwell. Maxwell sat on the leather couch, feeling frustrating. Greta didn''t speak to him all afternoon. All of a sudden, Maxwell''s phone rang. Maxwell took it out and saw the name "Isadora" on the screen. The long-haired beauty in ckce and a sexy outfit appeared in his mind. If Maxwell hadn''t had a good control of himself, he would have been enchanted by Isadora. Fortunately, with gorgeous women like Greta, Maxwell had developed some immunity to beautiful women. Maxwell was about to open the door and leave his office to answer Isadora''s phone when a voice came, "You can''t go out." "Ms. Greta, I''m having a phone call and I don''t want to disturb you at work," Maxwell smiled. "If you want to have a phone call, just answer the phone here. No one is watching you." Harriet blinked her beautiful eyes and wore a charming smile. Maxwell was speechless... How dared he have a phone call with Isadora in front of them? What if Isadora asked him out to a hotel this time, wasn''t he missing out on a great opportunity? That was a wonderful girl. How could he miss the chance! "It''s just a phone call. I just don''t answer it." Maxwell hung up the phone, sat down on the couch, and felt like he was on pins and needles. No matter what he did, there were two pairs of eyes staring at him. *** At the end of the day, Greta stared at the stock price on theputer screen and breathed a sigh of relief. "HT Group should not have much money left. The Sandoval Group is finally out of crisis," Greta said. Harriet nodded. "HT Group is spending almost 50 or 60 billion, and they''re not getting any revenue. It''s a huge blow to them." "Not necessarily," Maxwell said suddenly. Greta and Harriet both looked at him. "Fifty billion is a huge blow to HT Group... But what if it''s not HT Group money?" asked Maxwell. "What do you mean?" Greta looked confused. "I think that since there is someone behind HT Group, there is a good chance that the money is not "If this is the case, then the forces behind HT Group are by no means ordinary people," Harriet said with a grave look. "To use fifty billion to deal with the Sandoval Group. They are absolutely not short of money, but in China, many wealthy families can hardly do it..." "The Sandoval Group is in big trouble..." Maxwell let out a sound. Greta nodded. Suddenly, her delicate face turned cold, her beautiful eyes fixed on Maxwell, questioning, "Who allowed you to sit there?" "I..." Maxwell was stunned. He was regretful that he didn''t sit on the couch! ''Stand there." Harriet snapped. "All right." Maxwell stood up in anguish. "Let''s go home." The Sandoval Group was out of the crisis, which made Greta in a good mood, but she looked tired. Twenty-four hours in the crisis, she had used so many connections and tried numerous ideas. She was so tired now. She just wanted to rx now. And right now, the Ocean City businessmunity was like experiencing an earthquake! The news about the Sandoval Group and HT Group went viral! In the past two days, the Financial Times had been dominated by the Sandoval Group and HT Group. The two groups had fought with each other. The Sandoval Group was at the back of the pack from the very beginning and was under the pressure of HT Group. All predicted that they were not optimistic about the Sandoval Group, believing that HT Group was trying to swallow the Sandoval Group with premeditated intention. Today, the Sandoval Group surprised everyone. Everything had turned over and the Sandoval Group fought back crazily! Crowds of people gathered outside the Sandoval Tower. Luxury cars from all over Ocean City parked outside the Tower. Rich families and young businessmen all came to Sandoval Tower, asking to see Greta and Derrick, and every member of the board. When the Sandoval Group was in crisis, many of them were warned by Mr. Andreas not to intervene, and some of them wanted to hit them when the Sandoval Group was down. Even the Sandoval Group, a behemoth, was in need of help. What was the use if they helped it? But today, the stock price of the Sandoval Group rose, pping hard in their face! The Sandoval Group was still the king of Ocean City. No one could threaten them. HT Group, losing ground, had lost all its arrogance. They finally realized that they had offended Greta and Derrick by hanging up while Greta called them for help! Now they regretted it and wanted to make friends with them again. But did it work? On this day, the board of directors of the Sandoval Group issued a notice that all the senior executives should not interact with any dignities! The Sandoval Group was shocked to hear the news. No one had expected that the gentle Sandoval Group would issue such a strict and entric order! *** International Airport of Ocean City. A luxury nended slowly and the cabin opened. A middle-aged man stepped out, with a strong fierce aura! Under the dark sunsses, there was a pair of vicious and vicious eyes! Behind the middle-aged man followed a group of tall men, each of who emitted an ferocious aura! Countless passengers scared back to avoid these terrible men. "The sick man of Asia!" The middle-aged man said lightly with contempt! Chapter 83 Claim for Life! Chapter 83 im for Life! The middle-aged man looked the passengers with disgust and contempt. And that pride seemed to be born in his blood! "Who are you? This is China, and you can''t be presumptuous!" Suddenly, a strong man stood out and narrowed his eyes at the middle-aged man. China was his mothend. As a patriotic personage, he couldn''t allow ounders to insult his mothend andpatriots! The middle-aged eyes swept the crowd and finally stared at the strong man. Middle-aged man stared at the Chinese coldly, which made him shudder all over! The Chinese could perceive the sense of malevolence in the eyes of the middle-aged man! The eyes were so as terrible as those of devils'', making him unable to forget the rest of his life. The middle-aged man''s eyes suddenly became the sharp light of a sword, sharp and fierce! The temperature of the air around dropped sharply, and the air seemed to generate numerous swords, making the strong man feel sting! A secondter, the middle-aged man suddenly made a move and hit toward that patriotic personage! The crowd was astonished. The middle-aged man acted too fast! In a sh, he appeared in front of the patriotic personage and kicked mercilessly in the chest of the Chinese! The Chinese was immediately kicked over 30 meters away and vomited a mouthful of blood. Instant, it shocked the people resent and the crowd was terrified. Was he a human being!? What a terrible man he was! "Chinese..." The middle-aged man stretched out a hand to the Chinese lying on the ground and gave a thumb-down! The people at present were both surprised and angry and were furious at what the middle-aged man did. But they dared not vent their anger at all! Each of them felt a deep sense of powerlessness... they knew that that couldn''t knock down this middle-aged man! This was not a simple man! "See, Chinese are still as weak as ever... I don''t know why Eijiro would be killed on this soil..." The middle-aged man sighed. "Leave your name and I will kill you one day!" The patriot spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered to his feet. The middle-aged man stopped, turned his head, looked at the unsteady patriot, and said with disdain, "Listen up, it is Shusaku. I wait for you." Shusaku, the Lord of one sword style in Imperial Capital! Two figures gradually disappeared in the airport door, leaving numerous people shocked. *** In a mansion, a helper looked at Andreas, and said respectfully, "Sir, Shusaku has arrived China." "Go and greet him," Andreas said lightly. "Even if it fails, it doesn''t have anything to do with me. But I do hope, this time, Shusaku can seed." Andreas''s calm eyes shed with a profound meaning. He had been waiting for this Japan''s first swordsman these days! Compared with Eijiro, the famous man, Shusaku had long been a famous top swordsman with superb swordsmanship. He was the only one who could get rid of the Sandoval family! Andreas calmly walked out of the mansion with his hands on his back. He got into the ck Mercedes, and sped away in the distance... Not long after Shusaku checked into the hotel, there was a knock on the door. "Chinese people are really annoying." Shusaku''s assistant was upset. "Go open the door. We came to Chinese to investigate Eijiro''s death. We didn''t bring anyone else, so we have to keep a low profile." There was a killing intent in Shusaku''s eyes. If he took a lot of people with him this time, he would have killed anyone he saw! The door opened and a man in ck appeared at the door. He bowed and said respectfully, "We are from the Sandoval family. Mr. Andreas wants to greet Mr. Chiba." "Not avable now," the man spoke coldly with contempt in his eyes. "Mr. Chiba is really proud, even if I bring news of his master, he doesn''t want see me." Suddenly, a voice spread from the corridor and passed into the ears of Shusaku. Shusaku''s expressions suddenly changed. He walked quickly to the door and saw Andreas leaning against the wall of the hallway, smoking a Cuban cigar leisurely. "Who the hell are you? What happened to Eijiro?" Shusaku stepped out of the room, and in a sh, he was in front of Andreas. With a hand on Andreas''s throat, Shusaku barked. Shusaku was emitting a powerful aura. His fierce eyes were staring at Andreas, like an invisible de, trying to see through Andreas! Andreas''s assistant was shivering. Shusaku was like a sword, extremely sharp! And it was a bloodthirsty sword! He must have ughtered numerous lives. What a vicious man! Shusaku stared at Andreas, but Andreas didn''t panic. Shusaku didn''t bother him at all. Shusaku pinched his throat. He was seen through by Andreas that he was just scaring him, not wanting to hurt him. He had information on Eijiro. How could Shusaku really hurt him? Andreas was very calm. He slowly puffed smoke in Shusaku''s face and said softly, "Shusaku, is this how Japanese treats his guests Ie to help you, but you are being very rude." Shusaku dropped his hand and asked in a heavy tone, "You''d better say it quickly, or else..." A trace of ferocity shed across Shusaku eyes. "I''m here to help you and I''m supposed to be your guest. You can''t threaten me," Andreas smiled faintly, stepped on his shoes and made his way to the private room. Inside the room, Shusaku looked cold and spoke not fluently, "You mean... Some rich family killed Eijiro on purpose?" "That''s true," Andreas sighed. "Eijiro and I are very close friends, and the same night I was hosting him in Ocean City, I got news that he had been killed." "Why did Eijiroe here when he didn''t like Chinese?" Shusaku frowned and felt puzzled. "There is something hidden in the dark," Andreas said. "The one who killed Eijiro was the Sandoval family in the Ocean City, who owns the development rights to the port and airport, and if they are built, the Sandoval family will own most of the ports and airports in Ocean City, and they can do whatever they want with the ports and airports. Eijiro came here for the same reason," Andreas said. "He was supposed to negotiate with the Sandoval family, but the Sandoval family attacked him and killed him." "The Sandoval family..." Shusaku''s eyes were cold. He clenched his fists in anger. "Give me the address. I will meet them tonight!" Shusaku said. "Good." Andreas was happy to hear that. And he couldn''t hide the happiness in his heart. "Rewards will be given to you if this matter is settled," Shusaku solemnly said. Andreas waved his hand and smiled faintly. "I just can''t stand the unfair deed. I hope you will seed!" "To deal with a rich Chinese family is like a piece of cake!" Shusaku said disdainfully and proudly. He was the first swordsman in Japan, the Lord of Imperial Capital, the supreme master of the swordsman! Everyone would worship him! He had seldom been defeated in his life, and expected that someone woulde to defeat him! Chiba Dojo was carried forward by him. And here in China, a ce ravaged by war, was not what he would care. He didn''t even care about the whole of China, not to mention a family of Ocean City, which was like a mole for him! *** The deep night wasing. A silver moon shone its light on the earth, as if to cover it with ayer of silver. A dark car, as if to blend into the boundless deep darkness, was quietly driving on the road. Finally, it stopped at the gate of a mansion. The door opened and a figure walked toward the front door without any fear. He walked over fair and square, carrying a bloodthirsty sword. The moon light shone on the sword and reflected a touch of terrible cold light! Shusaku looked at the lit mansion not far away with murderous intent in his eyes! ording to Mr. Andreas, it was the son-inw of the Sandoval family who killed Eijiro. "Who are you? Speak out your name!" snapped a bodyguard on duty at Shusaku. All of a sudden, the sword light flickered, and then, the bodyguard eyes widened because he couldn''t make a sound! A blood mark appeared on the bodyguard''s throat, and scarlet blood sshed out! Immediately, the bodyguard fell to the ground, lying in a pool of blood. Shusaku was on tiptoe, holding a sword, and rushed toward the mansion! Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org. The darkness seemed to be devouring him. He held the sword in his hand, ughtering everyone he saw all the way, as if he had returned from hell. He was going to avenge Eijiro''s death! Chapter 84 Go Down on Your Knee Chapter 84 Go Down on Your Knee In the mansion, Greta and others were happily watching TV. Maxwell, on the other hand, was peeling the fruit ingratiatingly, but Greta gave him a cold look. Maxwell didn''t care about it. Maybe the show on TV was funny, or maybe it was because Greta was in a good mood, a shallow smile appeared on her face from time to time. Maxwell looked at her with fascination. The President was smiling! How rare it was! No one had ever seen Maxwell''s stupid look. Just a smile of Greta could make Maxwell so excited. Any young person watching him like this would have wondered if it was really Maxwell. Theposed and calm invincible god of war turned into a son-inw and acted carefully in front of Greta. What a joke it was! Maxwell was peeling an apple. Greta hadn''t talked to him all day. When Greta red up, Maxwell would be shivering and silent. Before Maxwell returned to China, some international warlords once joked in a drunken meeting that the one who would make Maxwell tremble had probably not been born yet! Now, Maxwell was, as Andreas said, like a servant and acted carefully in the face of Greta. Suddenly, Greta stretched her waist and looked at Le, who looked a bit weak. "Le, how are you? Don''t force yourself. Go upstairs and have a rest." Le, who looked pale, smiled a bit. "Ms. Greta," she said, "I''m fine. I''m here to watch TV and would get recovered for a while." "Great." Greta nodded. Little did she know that there were several guards on guard outside the mansion who had fallen. Maxwell was peeling the fruit when his knife gave a jerk and the thin apple peel snapped. There was a sudden, deep chill in Maxwell''s clear, calm eyes. He looked out of the window into the endless darkness, and his mouth twitched. Maxwell put down the apple, looked at Greta, and said slowly, "Ms. Greta, I''m going to the bathroom and I''ll be back in a minute." Greta ignored him, leaving only a beautiful and charming back behind him. Maxwell headed for the spiral staircase and quickly made his way to the second floor. *** Outside the mansion, Shusaku wielded his sword which could barely be seen in the dark and deep night. He made quick moves to kill. Shusaku''s speed was so fast that he killed several bodyguards in a blink of an eye. And when Shusaku went close to the mansion, suddenly, there was rustling in thewn beside! Shusaku was taken aback. He did not expect there would be arranged camera! He had thought that this was a blind spot, and he could sneak into the vi here... As a result, he was exposed! "Shit!" Shusaku cursed in a low voice and his long sword suddenly cut on a man! "Invasion!" The bodyguard shouted loudly. Just as his voice fell, the blood sshed out and the man was divided by half! "Damn it!" Shusaku felt nervous. The bodyguard suddenly startled the bodyguards of the very corner of the mansion. They hade with a high voltage stick towards Shusaku! Shusaku swept over them, and suddenly solidified! It turned out that he was not identally discovered. There would be a bodyguard in the blind spot... That was to say, as long as he got close to the mansion, he would absolutely be found! What an exquisitely perfectyout... Even Shusaku had never seen it. The one who figured out the "Weak man!" Shusaku''s eyes were fierce! He held the sword in both hands, and wielded it to the bodyguards. The speed was so fast that no one could avoid it at all! "Die!" Shusaku barked. His eyes were red, reced by a touch of crazy horror, and he emitted terrible fury with amazing speed! All of a sudden, the ce was like the hell! Countless men were miserably howling, with Shusaku standing proudly among them, like the devil! "What''s going on?" Inside the mansion, Greta, who heard the noise from the outside, looked at Harriet and Le doubtfully, "Did you hear anything?" "Yes..." Harriet listened for a moment, and said with doubt. Le''s face became glum slightly, and she had a sense of foreboding that something went wrong, "No N?velDrama.Org (C) content. way!" Immediately, Le got up and rushed to the surveince room without hesitation, even though she was weak! "Le, you''re still weak," Greta said worriedly, pedaling on her sandals to keep up with her, worried that Le might fall down. Le rushed into the surveince room, checked the monitors and looked pale! "How... How could that be?!" When Greta rushed in, she froze when she saw what had happened outside. In the monitor, they saw the corpses scattered around the yard. Every bodyguard rushed toward a figure, but they were all killed by that man in seconds! A bodyguard was stabbed with a sword and blood sshed out. The horrible scene scared Greta and Le. One of the monitors blurred out, and Greta was trembling with fear and looked pale. "Someone invaded..." Le''s face sank and looked sullen. "Can these bodyguards withstand it? "Harriet asked in a trembling voice. "Impossible... The enemy is too strong... These bodyguards won''tst long..." Le''s eyes glistened with disbelief... She hardly saw anyone in China could have such a terrible speed! Gradually, she realized that it was not safe to be with Greta. Every enemy she met was monster-like. "It''s a killer! A professional killer!" Le said and without hesitation turned her head to look at Greta and Harriet. "Mr. Harriet, Ms. Greta, go to the basement first." "No, I won''t." Greta shook her head, showing her determination. "If he wants my life, it won''t work no matter how far I escape!" Le stared at Greta''s pale but firm face. Under the weak appearance, the President was strong and determined! "Greta, the bodyguards won''t stand long..." Harriet whispered. Greta shook her head. "He''sing for me, so just let hime to me. I''ve been wondering who wants me to die..." Greta spoke softly, with determination in her beautiful eyes. "Something is wrong!" There was silence in the surveince room. Suddenly, Le fixed her eyes on one of the monitors! "What''s the matter?" Greta followed Le''s gaze. Suddenly, a trace of confusion appeared in her beautiful eyes. Shusaku''s long sword suddenly stopped in the air. "What is going on?" Greta asked. Harriet shook her head. Le didn''t say a word, her eyes fixed on the monitor, with her body shaking slightly. Outside the mansion, Shusaku''s sword stopped in the mid-air. He had an illusion that there was a shadow passing in front of him! How was that possible? Shusaku frowned slightly. Suddenly, an invisible force suddenly hit him in his chest! Shusaku was kicked flying immediately! The next moment, when he was about to swing the sword, his arm hurt, so that he let go of the sword! Shusaku saw a blur of ck shadow sh by, and then, it flew into the sky! "Who! Who''s that!?" Shusaku was panicked. He felt spinning, and saw something was falling rapidly towards him! As the first swordsman in Japan, he did not know what was attacking him! China, the Sick Man of East Asia, made him feel scared! Shusaku wielded the sword in a flurry, and suddenly, someone grabbed his back and picked him up. On the roof of the mansion, a figure fell from the sky and hit the roof. The great power of the shock made Shusaku spit out a mouthful of blood. And he was shocked... He didn''t know where his sword was. "Shusaku, you are asking for being killed..." A quiet but chilly voice came from behind. Shusaku staggered to his feet and saw Maxwell looking calm. "Who are you... How can the Sick Man of East Asia have such a great master!" Shusaku''s heart trembled. He was horrified to find that he couldn''t see through Maxwell! "I know one sword style of Imperial Capital would not give up and would send someone here... But I didn''t think it would be you." Maxwell sighed, lowered his head, and fumbled for a cigarette. "So, it was you who killed Eijiro!" Shusaku looked ferocious and shouted. "What I did was defend myself. Eijiro was being used," Maxwell sneered. "Why? Chiba Dojo seems to be over thinking himself. You can kill me, but not allow me to fight back?" "Chinese man, go to hell!" Shusaku screamed, clenched his fists, and rushed to Maxwell! "You alone want to kill me?" With a yful smile in his eye, Maxwell wriggled, easily dodging Shusaku''s attack. "Shusaku, I shouldn''t have spared your life. Who give you the guts to kill me?" There was a proud voiceing behind Shusaku, who was stunned suddenly. Shusaku turned around slowly, looked at Maxwell and was shocked! "What did you say?" Shusaku couldn''t believe what he had heard. He thought he had heard it wrong. "You can''t recognize me when I take my mask off? It was my voice I wanted you to remember," Maxwell spoke lightly. "It can''t be you... How can it be you?!" Shusaku kept shaking his head and muttering. Suddenly, he remembered the man of years ago... How could he forget that man! "Go down on your knees!" Maxwell snapped coldly and threw a ck dagger in front of Shusaku. "The dagger!" Shusaku eyes suddenly shrank. He widened his eyes, looking terrified! Chapter 85 Where Is the Killer Chapter 85 Where Is the Killer The ck dagger was carved with intricate and ancient patterns, like totems, magnificent and mysterious. On the de of the dagger, there were many sharp barbs, like the teeth of a terrible and fierce animal! When Shusaku saw this dagger, he seemed to see something scary, and he widened his eyes in horror! "Shusaku, remember the dagger?" Maxwell asked lightly. His tone was calm but cold. "Dragon''s Teeth... How did you get it?" Shusaku''s voice trembled and he shook uncontrobly. Maxwell gazed at the ck dagger, recalling the Sharaku''s previous memory. Dragon''s Teeth... He had kept the dagger or many years, just like his old friend, using it to fight T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. numerous wars and killed enemies. Dragon''s Teeth was only a weapon, but it could scare anyone off! Dragon''s Teeth was a warning. As it was known to the overseas forces, Dragon''s Teeth was Dragonlord''s most ferocious and terrifying weapon! Even the emperor should salute respectfully when he saw Dragon''s Teeth, and his pride and confidence would be defeated, let alone Shusaku. Dragon''s Teeth could terrify all the forces at home and abroad, and would petrify both themon people and bigwigs! "Shusaku, you dare forget my warning," Maxwell said lightly, with a terrible look in his eyes. Shusaku shuddered, stared at Maxwell with his eyes wide open. Then something urred to him, and he screamed hysterically, "No... It couldn''t be you... How can you be him!?" For the first time, Shusaku, who was always calm andposed, became so crazy that he clenched his fists and looked into Maxwell''s eyes in disbelief. "Shusaku, this is what you see, but you don''t want to believe it." Maxwell put away his Dragon''s Teeth and smiled faintly. "Dragon''s Teeth... It was impossible... He''s retired. As a noble man, how could he stoop to stay in this sordidnd, and be a kept man in amon rich family?" Shusaku trembled, and he refused to believe Maxwell''s identity. That man was a legend that terrorized overseas forces, and made countless powerful countries fear; but the man in front of him was a kept man who was humble in a less wealthy family. How could they be the same person? Shusaku couldn''t believe it! How could this possible! The fact dealt a blow to Shusaku. He came to China take revenge for Eijiro, but unexpectedly, he would meet the man he had never wanted to meet in his whole life! "You must be a liar! I don''t believe it!" Shusaku gritted his teeth and was not resigned to ept the fact. "You don''t believe it?" Maxwell suddenly looked stern, and shot him a fierce nce, which made Shusaku tremble! "Since then, don''t me me for not giving you chance," Maxwell snapped. "Back then, you swore to me that you would never set foot in China again... But I didn''t think you''d dare break your words..." Maxwell looked angry, and his strong aura enshrouded Shusaku. The temperature of the air dropped suddenly, and Shusaku shuddered, with horror and despair in his eyes! Maxwell''s eyes were as sharp as beasts'', emitting a terrible light! Shusaku had given up struggling and looked pale. It was really him! Shusaku had never seen Maxwell''s face, but he still remembered his back and his fierce cold eyes! It was a rainy night, Shusaku was highly hired to assassinate the top-notch figure, but on the ship, he was defeated. The one he met that night left him a nightmare that would haunt him for the rest of his life. In the rainy days, he could only see the eyes beneath the mask, which were cold and fierce, like the eyes of a beast. But he narrowly escaped a disaster. After returning to Japan, he no longer participated in any task, and focused on practicing. And now, he was a great master. He never expected that one day, when he was ready to avenge Eijiro, he would run into the terrible man again. And, as the first swordsman in Japan, he had no power to fight back... The man who made him feel fearful and despairing in those days still had a terrible impact on him! This was the most powerful man who would scare anyone. "It''s you... Didn''t you retire?" Shusaku mumbled. "I''m just a son-inw of the Sandoval family. I''m not retiring," Maxwell spoke slowly. Shusakuughed at himself. How could the Sandoval family make the legend willing to retire and stay in China? Shusaku would faint if he knew that the Sandoval family''s daughter had turned Maxwell into a servant! Shusaku''s face was as pale as while paper, and he hadpletely lost hope! Suddenly, Shusaku got down on your knees to Maxwell!! "Sir, I didn''t know it''s you who killed Eijiro." Shusaku tried to beg for mercy, but his exnation didn''t hold water. Maxwell looked at him faintly, his eyes cold and deep. The first swordsman in Japan knelt down to beg for mercy. The news could definitely make a sensation in Japan! Kneeling to Maxwell, however, was perfectly normal. Maxwell said nothing. He just looked at Shusaku coldly. "Chiba had nothing to do with this. It is my own fault. When I am dead, please do not hold one sword style responsible," Shusaku was shaking. Maxwell didn''t say a word, which was even more stifling. "Perform the hara-kiri yourself. I''m afraid will get my hands dirty." Maxwell let out a light sound and turned around. Shusaku raised a sad smile. He regretted that he hade to China and made troubles with the Sandoval family. Who would have thought that Maxwell was in the Sandoval family?! Suddenly, Maxwell paused, and said coldly, "Don''t die here. My wife is a neat freak. Stay away." "Yes." There was blood on Shusaku''s mouth and his eyes darkened. No one would have thought that the first swordsman of Japan would end up like this! In the monitoring room, Greta and others were wondering why the killer suddenly disappeared. Le watched each monitor carefully, but there was no sign of the killer. "Where''s he gone?" Greta asked. "I don''t know." Le shook her head. "There are cameras in every ce in the mansion, so it''s impossible to have blind spots." Even with her expertise, Le couldn''t find the killer. No one knew why the killer would suddenly disappear. Greta was tensed, her heart pounding, and she looked nervous. She feared that the killer might turn up here undetected. It was rare to see Greta so helpless. Well, she was, after all, a weak woman. No matter how powerful she was in the business world, she might not be able to beat a strong man in reality. Somehow, the mysterious and powerful man suddenly appeared in her mind. The mysterious man, always showed up at the critical moment to save her. Where was he now? Would he show up this time to protect her? Without even realizing it, Greta was developing a crush on that mysterious man. It was the first time for Greta to have a crush on a man. Every woman would like to have such a powerful man by her side. No one wanted a man as weak as Maxwell, who would hide up instead of standing up for danger every time. Greta even had the crazing idea that if Maxwell was as courageous as the mysterious man, she might dislike him less. Time was passing by. After a long time, footsteps sounded outside the monitoring room! "Look out!" Le reminded softly and lightly. Greta looked nervous. Her beautiful eyes were staring at the door of the monitoring room, and she was trembling nervously. The three women, huddled in the corner, stared warily at the door, listening to the approaching footsteps vigntly. Outside the monitoring room, a familiar figure, unkempt in clothes, looked at Greta strangely and asked, "Ms. Greta, what are you doing?" "Oh, it''s you," Greta sighed with relief. "Where is the killer?" Harriet asked. "What killer? I didn''t see anyone." Maxwell looked puzzled and scratched his head. "Didn''t you see the killer?" asked Le. "I looked around the mansion and saw only dead bodies." Maxwell paused, wondering, "What''s going on here?" "Where have you been?" Greta''s face froze and she asked coldly. "I... I went to the bathroom." Maxwell looked innocent. "Ms. Greta, can''t I go to the bathroom?" "You..." Greta was speechless, looking at Maxwell angrily. "It took so long?" Le snorted, trying to expose Maxwell. "I suffer from constipation..." Maxwell grinned awkwardly. Le snorted, not believing him, and spat, "Coward." "Ms. Greta." Maxwell looked at Greta ingratiatingly, but Greta didn''t show him any kindness. "Get out!" she growled. Greta and her friend left the monitoring room, leaving Maxwell there along. How pathetic he was! Chapter 86 Chat Up! Chapter 86 Chat Up! In the early hours of the next morning, there was a knock on Andreas''s door. He got up and opened the door in his luxurious pajamas. "What''s the matter?" Andreas frowned, slightly displeased. "Mr. Andreas, Shusaku went to kill Greta and Maxwellst night." said the man. "And then?" Andreas looked calm. "Shusaku was defeated. His body was found this morning beside a river. It was seppuku suicide." said the man. "Seppuku... Interesting." Mr. Andreas looked a little shocked, and then raised a mysterious smile. "Why would the first swordsman of Japan perform hara-kiri?" Andreas murmured. "The game is getting more interesting," Andreas said to himself, "Max, I didn''t expect you to give me so many surprises." "Mr. Andreas, what should we do?" The man asked respectfully. "Didn''t Lennon have a little girl? Last time he got the advantages. Let''s take him down a peg." Andreas was calm. "I was told that Lennon is very fond of this little girl, who is spoiled. It''s not easy to deal with," said the man. "Isadora is Lennon''s soft spot, and if we take her down, we will have Lennon in our control," Andreas said. "If Lennon puts pressure on Greta, no matter how tough that bitch is, she has to give up the port and airport development rights." "It''s more than that. We may have the chance to control the Bole Family. It kills two birds with one stone," Andreas said softly. "Go and fetch my clothes and figure out Isadora''s routine." "When I get her, it is a piece of cake to deal with the Sandoval family, even Greta." Maxwell was sitting in the CEO''s office when he suddenly sneezed. "Shit, who is cursing me?" Maxwell cursed. ''As strong as I am, how would I sneeze?'' Maxwell wondered. "Get out of here and leave me to my work!" Greta sat on the office chair, raised her eyes at Maxwell, and said coolly. After Greta saw Maxwell flirting with Isadora, she became very hostile to Maxwell, and always shouted at him, not taking him to her eyes at all. Oh, Maxwell felt so aggrieved. He didn''t dare have any objection as Greta was his wife. The only way to sooth Greta was to keep smiling and not fighting back. "Ms. Greta, there''s no ce to sit outside." Maxwell said nervously, thinking of finding a reason to stay with her. "No space?" Greta sneered, as if expecting Maxwell to say so. Maxwell''s heart beat fast, and he felt uneasy... Greta reached out her hand and picked up thendline and said, "Bring me a chair and put it outside my office." Maxwell froze. A momentter, Maxwell said with a wry smile, "Greta, I don''t think it would work. You don''t want people to know about my rtionship with you, do you?" Greta red at Maxwell angrily and said coldly, "How shameless you are! Youe here every day. Everyone in the Sandoval Group knows our rtionship." "I..." Maxwell was speechless. A few minutester, a security guard came in with a chair. "Just put it by the door," Greta ordered. "Greta. Don''t do that. I am your husband. It will make you lose face to treat me like that." Maxwell was embarrassed. Greta actually made him sit in the doorway! "You care about my face?" Greta gave a snort. "Are you going out on your own or shall I ask someone to get you out?" *** Five minutester, there was an extra chair at the door of the president''s office. Maxwell sat on the chair, embarrassed. Only now did he understand what Greta was up to... Greta wanted him to stand by the door like a guard dog. It was revenge! People walked past and by the president''s office. Many employees noticed Maxwell sitting at the door of the president''s office, gossiping andughing. Maxwell, in his position, was really like a guard dog. Maxwell couldn''t withstand the dismissive smiles on the employees'' faces. Just then, his cell phone rang. When Maxwell answered the phone, a seductive voice sounded, "Why don''t you hang up on me?" "What''s the matter?" Maxwell smiled. It was from Isadora. "No one has ever hung up on me. You''re the first one," Isadora said interestingly. "Well, it was lucky to be your first," Maxwell grinned. "How many times have I been your first man?" "Where are you?" Isadora asked. "In the office," Maxwell replied. "Would you like to have a drink?" "Good." Maxwell agreed. He was about to leave when Isadora called and offered him the chance. "Yalo Bar. I will be there in a moment." Maxwell hung up the phone, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried to the elevator at Sandoval Tower. A momentter, Melissa, Greta''s secretary, went to the office and asked Greta, "Ms. Greta, is Maxwell on his way to meet a client? Why did he go by bike?" "To meet a client?" Greta frowned. "No, I didn''t appoint any task to him. Why?" "No, I just saw Maxwell riding off Sandoval Tower on his bicycle. I thought you gave him an assignment," Melissa said. T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. Greta pondered for a moment, then got up, approached the French window, and watched Maxwell ride his bicycle down the road. "How dare he!" Greta looked stern. She picked up the phone without hesitation, and cklisted him! *** Maxwell pulled up the bike by the roadside and walked into the bar, where he soon found Isadora sitting at the bar counter. Isadora was hotter that he saw that day. She was wearing an off-shoulder shirt, revealing her white back, which made Maxwell find attractive. Maxwell looked down at Isadora''s perfect figure. Her long, slender legs were so tantalizing under little skirt, attracting the attraction of people in the bar. "What do you ask me for?" Maxwell asked as he sat down. Isadora nced at Maxwell. "Drinking, of course." "I thought you were going to do something interesting with me." Maxwell looked at her with interest. "I am afraid you don''t have the guts." Isadora fumbled for ady''s cigarette, took a puff, and blew it on Maxwell''s face. "What would you like to drink?" Isadora asked. "Bloody Mary," Maxwell said casually. Isadora gave Maxwell a second look. "I thought you knew nothing about wine." Maxwell smiled. "A little." Nearby, a few gangsters with colorful hair gathered around a table, on whichid empty boxes of wine. "Cheers!" A few gangsters grasped the wine bottles, shouting with excitement, and drank like crazy! Loud music was yed in the bar. The gangsters'' faces were red after getting drunk, and they shook their heads with the music! Suddenly, one of the gangsters caught Isadora and shouted excitedly, "Look at that girl!" One after another, they nce at Isadora, and when they saw Isadora''s hot shape and delicate and beautiful look, they got even more excited! "Shit! How pretty she is!" "Shit, she is pretty hot. Look at the legs!" "It''s such a pity that the hot chick is apanied by a shabby man." The gangsters wanted to hit on Isadora. Their eager eyes seemed to peer through her flimsiest clothes! "Shit! Don''t just look, go rob that girle over!" shouted a drunken gangster. "Go!" said a yellow-haired thug. With his gang, he suddenly got up from the sofa and stumbled toward Maxwell! It didn''t take long for them to approach Isadora. Several of them stared at Isadora, zed and reeked of alcohol. "Beauty, how about having a drink with us?" Yellow Hair smirked. "I am not interested." Isadora nced at the yellow-hair man and refused. But when Isadora refused, the gangsters showed no intention of leaving. They stared at Isadora from top to bottom, and they almost drooled. "Beauty... What''s your name?" Yellow Hair asked lustfully. He shook his head, trying to get sober. "Sorry, I don''t want to tell you." Isadora frowned. She often met this sort of thing in bars. A woman like Isadora, who dressed openly, was likely to be osted. "Beauty, could you leave me your contact number?" Suddenly, Yellow Hair reached out his hand toward Isadora''s fair shoulder! Suddenly, someone grabbed Yellow Hair''s hand. "She''s my friend," Maxwell said weakly. "Get out of the way." "Shit! Who the hell are you? Do you know who our boss is? Get out of here!" A few gangsters screamed angrily. "Get out of here?" Maxwell paused, then a smile came into his deep eyes. The next moment, Maxwell kicked Yellow Hair in the stomach and sent him flying off the wall, where he was stuck between the wall and couldn''t get off. Chapter 87 First Come, First Serve Chapter 87 First Come, First Serve A few thugs turn their heads, and saw the wall crack like the cobweb. How terrible it was! "Big brother!" The thugs went to help Yellow Hair down from the wall. When the Yellow Hair got down, he trembled and spat out a mouthful of blood! "Shit!" Yellow Hair looked up at Maxwell, his eyes cold and fierce! "Kill him!" snapped Yellow Hair. "It... I''m afraid it''s not the right time." said a man. A few thugs looked at each other. There were many people in the bar, they dared not to make trouble. "What are you afraid of? I know the boss. If something happens, I will cover it for you!" said Yellow Hair. "Let''s go." Isadora felt they shouldn''t stay here any longer. She didn''t expect that Maxwell would act so decisively. "It''s fine." His broad and warm hand caught hold of Isadora''s delicate hand. Isadora''s heart leapt and she looked at Maxwell''s calm face. Isadora was fascinated by Maxwell''s sharp eyes, which seemed to have a strange magic. Isadora felt shy and her heart beat fast as her hand was held by Maxwell. "Today, for the beauty''s sake, I don''t ask for your trouble. Please stay away immediately, or you will suffer!" Yellow Hair walked toward Maxwell with a sharp dagger in his hand! Maxwell''s eyes grew cold. "If you get the hell out of here now, I can leave this matter alone." "Get out? You let us get of here?" Yellow Hair was stunned for a moment, then he looked at the other thugs and thenughed, "How bold are you!" "Do you know who I am? You came here for the first time and asked me out? Even the boss here dares not let me get out!" Yellow Hair shouted loudly, and looked arrogant! "I gave you a chance, but you still disturbed me and hit on my friends." Maxwell took a sip of the Bloody Mary. In his calm look, a deep murderous aura was brewing. "Brother, don''t waste time with him, just knock him down!" The gangster waved the dagger. The crowd looked stunned and backed when they saw it! It was Yellow Hair who was angry! In addition to the bar owner here, Yellow Hair was the one whom no one dared to offend! Frequent guests knew that they could enjoy a good time here, as the bar environment was very good, the wine was very good, but there was a fly in the ointment because Yellow Hair was here! There were many kinds of rumors. Some said that Yellow Hair used to kill people and Yellow Hair was often seen in the bar door to hook up with girls. No one knew how many young and beautiful girls had been tarnished by him. No one dared to offend Yellow Hair. it was said that Yellow Hair''s family background was powerful and he was in good rtionship with the bar owner. Whenever he made trouble in the bar, the bar owner would turn a blind eye to it. And now, some people sighed. There were very few women who could escape when she was taken fancy to by Yellow Hair. Sympathetic nces fell on Isadora, as if Isadora''s fate had been decided when she had attracted Yellow Hair. Yellow Hair held a dagger and stared at Maxwell. His eyes were cold and terrible! Suddenly, Yellow Hair rushed toward Maxwell. Then, several gangsters standing by Yellow Hair, also held daggers and rushed toward him! Each dagger, with its de shing with frightful light, pierced at Maxwell! Isadora was petrified and stared at the gangsters with horror! Yellow Hair really took action! Maxwell sat calmly by the bar and watched them as Yellow Hair and the other thugs were going to attacked him fiercely. The dagger was going to hit Maxwell in the face! They acted so fast and so fierce! At that moment, Maxwell narrowed his eyes. With a disdainful look, Maxwell suddenly punched Yellow Hair on the chin. The strong hit sent Yellow Hair away in the air again, and they could hear clear sound of bone crack! Those thugs immediately stopped and looked at him in disbelif! Maxwell looked like the invincible god of war. With only a pair of fist, he knocked Yellow Hair down immediately! "Want to be hit?" Maxwell raised a smile. It was a disdainful smile. Those gangsters felt it terrible. How dare they challenge Maxwell? The most powerful man, Yellow Hair, had been knocked down so easily by Maxwell! "Get away!" Maxwell snapped, with cold and murderous look in his eyes. How dare the thugs stayed here any longer? They hurriedly helped up Yellow Hair, who was bleeding, on the ground, and left the bar in embarrassment. "It''s solved." Maxwell looked around and saw Isadora looking at him with interest and with her chin in her hands and a smile on her face. "I didn''t know that you know Kungfu?" There was tenderness in Isadora''s beautiful, clear eyes. "Some fighting skills. Do you want to learn some?" Maxwellughed. "Yes, I want to learn Kungfu, too." Isadora nodded, raised her lips beautifully. "Let me teach you. What do you want to learn, on the bed or off the bed?" Maxwell asked softly, leaning closer to Isadora. "I am good at the skills in bed. You want to see it?" Isadora smiled meaningfully. Maxwell stared into Isadora''s beautiful eyes for a long time. Suddenly, Maxwell reached out a hand and wrapped it around Isadora''s slender waist. Isadora looked a bit stunned and a flicker of panic shed across her face. She didn''t expect that Maxwell would dare touch her! "Take your hands off me!" Isadora frowned. "Aren''t you going to show me your ''Kungfu''?" Maxwell smiled. His tone became very flirtatious. "You..." Isadora was speechless. She was just kidding him, but she didn''t know that she had crossed the line. Just then, outside the bar, a ck Mercedes came speeding down the road and pulled to a halt. T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. "Here?" Andreas turned his head to look at the bar and asked calmly. "Yes, shees here to drink at this time of the day. Sometimes she is alone, and sometimes with friends," said a man from the Sandoval family. "Lennon is often busy with work and doesn''t have time to be with her, so she''s out all day..." Andreas smiled. A lonely woman was the easiest to trust others. He had yed with countless heartbroken women. He was sure that he could take her down. The car door opened and Andreas walked into the noisy bar, with two assistants closely following him to keep him safe. Andreas swept the bar, and suddenly, his gaze stopped at the bathroom door. Andreas recognized a beautiful, sexy figure standing in front of the bar''s bathroom door. Andreas sorted out his suit and walked over to Isadora. "Miss Bole," Andreas smiled as he walked over. "And you are...?" Isadora turned her head and nced at Andreas. "I''m Andreas from the Sandoval Family. Mr. Bole had told me about you at a private dinner a few days ago. I didn''t expect to meet you here," Andreas smiled, "I wanted to meet Miss Bole when I was in Beijing, but I never had the chance. I never thought we would have such a chance..." Andreas showed his signature smile, which had beguiled many beautiful young women. His politeness made him look like a gentleman who was in high society. "Oh." Isadora nodded, her beautiful eyes peering from time to time toward the men''s rest room. Andreas felt strange. Isadora didn''t seem to be interested in him at all. "Miss Bole, are you waiting for someone?" Andreas asked with a smile. "Yes." Isadora nodded and then Andreas chatted with her for a few more minutes, but Isadora seemed Andreas''s handsome face looked gloomy. He received a cold shoulder. Isadora was not interested in him at all! How could that be? Andreas didn''t get it. His flirting trick had never failed, but today it didn''t work... What went wrong? Andreas thought about it, but he thought he had done it perfectly. After a while, a man came out of the man''s restroom, and Isadora looked at it with a smile. "Why did it take that long? I''m so anxious. I''ve already booked a room." Isadora frowned. "I''m always slow, on and off the bed." Maxwell said lightly. Suddenly, Maxwell saw Andreas, and Andreas was shocked. "Why are you here?" Andreas frowned, but Maxwell said with ease, "Mr. Andreas, why can I see you everywhere? I even met you in the restroom of a bar! You''re not following me around, are you?" Andreas looked grim. "I was going to ask you why you are always around me." "She asked me out for a drink." Maxwell smiled and wrapped his hand around Isadora''s slender waist. Andreas nced coldly at Maxwell and Isadora. The two stared at each other. Andreas clenched his fists, with a murderous air in his eyes! Damn it, Max was one step faster than him again! "Mr. Andreas, you won''t care if we have a drink and book a room, will you?" Maxwell nced at him with a sneer. "Of course not," Andreas said, suppressing his anger and a smiled. "Have fun." Andreas turned around and quickly disappeared into the crowd... "You know him?" Maxwell asked, watching Andreas''s back. "No, just another chat up." Isadora rolled her eyes. In fact, she didn''t take Andreas seriously. She had encountered numerous flirting skills in Beijing. She was used to it. Outside the bar, Andreas clenched his fists, looking pale, and then mmed his fists on the roof of the ck car and then kicked the car''s tire. "Bang!" The tires let out a muffled sound, and soon Andreas''s face was contorted in pain. "Max Kirk!" Andreas was hideous and furious. Inside the car, it was filled with his insane yells of rage! Chapter 88 You Dont Need to Explain Chapter 88 You Don''t Need to Exin Maxwell looked at Isadora at the bar. "How do you know him?" "I don''t know him. He came and told me that he knew me." Isadora pursed, "It happens from time to time. I''ve gotten used to it." Maxwell nodded, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Andreas, in Maxwell''s mind, was a man of purpose. He could not possibly have approached Isadora simply because she was beautiful. "I have always hated high society because I feel they are too hypocritical, with those formalities, superficial gentility and something like that. They are all wolves in sheep''s clothing." Isadora ordered a cup of iced tea and took a sip. "This kind of genteelism is disgusting, especially in this metropolis, a home to hypocritical men. That''s why I came to Ocean City," Isadora said. "Your family seems to be well off," Maxwell said. Isadora gave Maxwell a puzzled look. "How do you know?" "I knew it from the first time I saw you smokedy cigarettes. Not ordinary people can afford it. And your clothes. Your clothing shows that you are a well-offdy." Maxwell said lightly. Isadora was a bit stunned and displeased. "Is it so obvious that you can see it at first nce?" Maxwell shook his head. "The average person can''t tell..." Maxwell didn''t finish his words, but a man like Maxwell could easily see it. "You are observant." Isadora smiled faintly. She would have been like a pure girl if she hadn''t been in uniform. But she was in good shape, and wore a smile that would evoke a man''s desire. Maxwell smiled meaningfully. What Maxwell didn''t say was that if he couldn''t understand such simple things, he could have been killed in Syria... "Did that man say anything to you just now?" Maxwell asked. Isadora shook her head. "What''s wrong?" "What I want to ask is, didn''t you just say you booked a room?" Maxwell smiled evilly, "Where''s it?" "There''s a hotel right across the street from the bar, and we can go there after the drink," Isadora said. "All right," said Maxwell, feeling excited. He had been in Ocean City for half a year. When he was abroad, he got used to free and romantic life. But when he returned to China, he had never been in a rtionship with a woman. He had almost forgotten what it felt like! Today, he could finally have a wonderful night! After drinking, Maxwell and Isadora walked out of the bar and toward the opposite hotel. Far down the road, in a ck Mercedes, Andreas, sitting in the back seat, stared at them like a hunter- gatherer. "Mr. Andreas, I have my camera." One of his assistants hurried over to the ck Mercedes and handed the camera through the window. Mr. Andreas nodded and snapped, "You''ve got to get some pictures of them walking into the room, from beginning to end." "Yes." The man had the camera in hand, stealthily approached Maxwell and Isadora. "Max, I will not let you stay in the Bole family so peacefully." Andreas lit up a Cuban cigar and its aroma soon filled the air inside the car. Since Maxwell provoked him publicly outside the bathroom of the bar, then he naturally would fight back! Didn''t Max care about that bitch Greta the most? Then he would use Greta against him! After Maxwell and Isadora walked into the hotel, Andreas''s assistant sneakily approached them and took the pictures. Stepping on the floppy carpet in the long hallway, Maxwell and Isadora followed the receptionist to Room 306. When they just entered, "Are you going to take a bath first or me? Maxwell sat down on the couch, and asked. "To take a bath?" Isadora smiled, then leaned close to Maxwell. "How do you want me to take a bath?" "How about bathing together?" Maxwellughed. "No, I don''t think it is good if a group of people rushing in when we are bathing." Isadora raised Maxwell''s chin with her fingers. "What do you mean?" Maxwell frowned. Why there would be a group of people? "What do you think?" Isadora took a pack of cards out of her bag and threw it on the bed. Maxwell froze... ''Cards? What did she mean?'' "You''re not taking a bath?" Maxwell asked. "Do you really think I''m that kind of person?" Isadora nced at Maxwell, smiled and said, "Just to get you here to y cards with me together." "I..." Maxwell was totally shocked! He stared at Isadora and couldn''t figure out what was going on! ''Shit! Was I fooled?!'' How could someone imagine that one day the famous legend could be fooled? He didn''t believe it, but he was, indeed, tricked! If Andreas knew about it, he wouldugh his head off, and it would be a stain and shame on Maxwell for the rest of his life. He was fooled?! Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g! No one would believe he would be fooled by a girl!? It must be a piece of breaking news! "Our friends are almost there. Just a second," said Isadora, ncing at the clock. It wasn''t until the afternoon that Maxwell walked out of the room with a miserable look... How sad and angry he was! He and Isadora''s friends had been ying cards the whole day. If it were not for him spending on ying cards at the base every day when he was abroad and became good at it, he would have lost Who would have thought that Isadora had tricked him into ying cards? Even Maxwell had let his guard down. When Maxwell left the hotel, his phone rang. It was a text message from Isadora, telling him to have a safe trip whening home. Maxwell walked across to the bar, and as he teetered back on his bike toward Sandoval Tower, someone had already captured everything in a corner. After Maxwell left, the man of Sandoval family put away his camera, got into a car and drove to Andreas''s mansion. In Andreas'' mansion. Andreas sat on a leather sofa and watched the photos of Maxwell and Isadora going to the hotel. "Well done." Andreas smiled, looked at the assistant who had taken the photo and said, "You will be given a great reward." "Thank you, Mr. Andreas." "Go and mail these things to Greta... Then send them to the newspapers," murmured Andreas, "The press wants to find ws of Greta''s private. Now I give these to them, and it''s up to them how to deal with them." Maxwell returned to Sandoval Tower, and walked into the CEO''s office. Greta looked cold and she ignored Maxwell. "What''s wrong with you, Ms. Greta?" Maxwell wondered. "It''s none of your business," Greta responded coolly. All of a sudden, the phone in the president''s office rang and Greta picked it up. "Send it up," said Greta lightly. A document was sent into Greta''s office. Greta gently opened the document and the photos slipped out one by one. "How could..." Greta was stunned. She picked up a photo and stared at the scene of Maxwell and Isadora walking side by side,ughing and talking. And then Maxwell walked in a hotel with Isadora and then Maxwell walked out of the hotel. When Maxwell looked down at the photos, he too was stunned. "Ms. Greta, you have to let me exin..." Maxwell said embarrassingly, "We were just ying cards and we did nothing else..." "You don''t have to exin." Greta picked up the photos, rose to her feet, and mmed the document at Maxwell. "Get out!" Greta finally red up! The entire CEO''s office seemed to be shaking!! Maxwell did not hesitate to open the door and scampered out of the president''s office embarrassingly. Maxwell wanted to exin to Greta when she had cooled down, but momentster, two security guards walked toward him. "Mr. Kirk, Ms. Greta asked us to take you out. Please." Since many people in the Sandoval Group knew that Maxwell was in an ambiguous rtionship with Greta, they dared not be against Maxwell. The Sandoval Group had a wide range of opinions about the rtionship between Maxwell and Greta. Some said Maxwell and Greta were lovers, while others said they were just boss and employee. But some said that Greta was after Maxwell. "I will leave myself." Frustrated, Maxwell was driven out of Sandoval Tower by two security guards. Maxwell tried to call Greta, but he was speechless. His wife had cklisted her! Dragonlord, famous abroad, and even made a sensation in Beijing, China, was cklisted by Greta! This was the first time Maxwell had received such treatment. Chapter 89 When Did I Become Her Husband? Chapter 89 When Did I Be Her Husband? In the president''s office, Greta had taken off her high-heeled shoes and stood in front of the French window with bare feet, looking at the CBD in the distance, with mix feelings in her beautiful eyes. She wrapped her arms around her chest. No one could have imagined that the famous CEO of the Ocean City would feel so lost. Behind Greta, Harriet leaned on the desk and sighed, "You are softer inside your heart than you look outside." "You like him, but you always pretend to hate him. See, he has been hooked with by another woman." Harriet sighed as she looked at one photo after another. "Is it my fault that he flirted with other women?" Greta grunted coldly and discontentedly. "You''ve been married to him for months. How many times has he slept with you? Even if he were your nominal husband, you can''t neglect him like this," signed Harriet. "At least, Greta, he''s been kind to you. He''s not You-Know-Who who has saved you from multiple crises, but he''s been responsible." "Why the differences between them are so big?" Greta sighed. "You don''t even know who You-Know-Who is, and you don''t even know if it''s a man or a woman," said Harry. Harriet could not helpughing. "I don''t care. You know Maxwell. He will hide up whenever there is a crisis," Gretained. "Even if he was in the limelight at the auction, it was because you gave him money. He has no skill, but a "Well, think it over for yourself." Harriet shook her head with a wry smile, put down the photo and walked out of the office. In the vi, Maxwell was doing housework when his mobile phone rang suddenly. Maxwell was excited as he thought it was from Greta, and immediately answered the phone. But when Harriet''s voice sounded, he was slightly disappointed. "Harriet, can I help you?" Maxwell asked. "No. I just want to see how you and Greta are doing and if there''s anything I can help," Harriet said. Maxwell was delighted and said, "Harriet, please persuade Greta? I will admit my fault." "You want me to help you?" Harriet asked, "Yes, but you have to give me a favor tonight." "No problem!" Maxwell didn''t even know what Harriet wanted, and agreed without hesitation. "You don''t even know what I am going to ask you for." Harriet was stunned when Maxwell agreed without hesitation. "My wife is most important. As long as my wife is happy, I will do whatever I can," Maxwell said firmly. "She''s been so cold to you, but you still love her so much," Harriet sighed. "Put on a suit tonight, and I''ll pick you up. I will take you to a party." "Party? No problem." After hanging up the phone and finishing the housework, Maxwell took a straight suit out of his closet. He changed his dirty white shirt and dressed himself before he went out. At six o''clock in the evening, a BMW came on time and stopped at the gate of the luxury house. Maxwell walked out the door. The car window was rolled down to reveal Harriet''s charming face. "You..." Harriet looked at Maxwell, and surprise shed by her beautiful eyes because Maxwell had changed too much! With a dark blue suit and had his beard shaven, Maxwell at this moment was totally different from the one he used to be. "Oh my God, are you really Maxwell?" Harriet took off her sunsses in disbelief and looked at Maxwell closely. "How do I look?" Maxwell smiled. At this moment, Maxwell was full of manly charm, and even his tone became very gentle. "Very well, I''m afraid I have fallen in love with you." She was taken aback by Maxwell''s look. She didn''t expect that Maxwell would be so handsome. For those who didn''t know him, they would think Maxwell was charming and confident and would definitely mistake him for someone with sessful life! "Get in the car." Harriet pulled open the door and Maxwell got into the passenger seat. "Why should I go with you to the party?" asked Maxwell. "I am going to my high school dinner party, just take you as a shield," exined Harriet. "Well, that''s easy to muddle through." Maxwell said nonchntly. "Many of my high school ssmates are already sessful persons," Harriet said with a smile. "Some of them are already the heads of Fortune 500panies overseas." Maxwell nodded, looking calm, as if the Fortune 500 didn''t surprise him too much. Harriet gave Maxwell a curious look. "You''re not surprised?" "What does it matter to me if they are the heads of Fortune 500panies?" Maxwell shrugged. In fact, Harriet didn''t know that HAL''spany had long dwarfed the Fortune 500, but in Maxwell''s eyes, it was nothing worth mentioning. Maxwell''s eyes were deep and calm. Whether it was a Fortune 500pany or not, there was no difference. Half an hourter, the BMW pulled up in front of the Shangri-La Hotel. Harriet parked her car and walked into the hotel with Maxwell. The hotel was of high standard, with a presidential suite on the top floor, and a huge diamond chandelier in the ballroom, which illuminated the whole hall. Stepping on the soft nket, Maxwell''s demeanor changed. His humble look had disappeared and at the moment, there was a sense of strangeness in every gesture and smile of Maxwell, and he seemed to be a charming gentleman. Harriet could not help but look at Maxwell a few more times. Her beautiful eyes were full of surprise. She had never thought that Maxwell would be so graceful. In the banquet hall, there were many guests, toasting to each other, and talking andughing discussing the topics of their own interest. It was no difference from the upper ss. Everyone here was a bigwig. "Harriet?" As Maxwell and Harriet entered the dining room, a middle-aged man came quickly up and called in surprise. "Yes, it''s me." Harriet smiled. "I haven''t seen you for a long time. I did not expect that you woulde to the ssmate party as well. I can hardly recognize you," The middle-aged man smiled enthusiastically. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g! "Me, too. We''ve changed so much these years." Harriet replied with a gentle smile. They soon fell into conversation, and Maxwell looked around for something interesting. Suddenly he caught something and his eyes lit up. He went to the refreshment table and began to eat and drink without ceremony. After a while, Harriet came behind him and asked, "How''s it, delicious?" "It tastes just fine." Maxwell licked his lips. Harriet felt speechless Shangri-La Hotel was a five-star hotel. The dim sum was very delicate and delicious. But Maxwell thought it was just fine. "Don''t get too full. There will be many delicacies waiting for you," Harriet said. "What?" A deep smile shed by Maxwell''s eyes. What kind of delicious food he hadn''t eaten? Abalone, lobster, trepang. When he was overseas, he took his friends on a fishing fleet to the deep sea and tried everything they had caught. Maxwell had already gotten fed up with the pricey ingredients that were found on many hotel tables. Instead, it was the delicate dim sum that made Maxwell think delicious. There were too many guests in the banquet hall. Harriet chatted with her previous ssmates, while Maxwell ate and drank freely. Harriet wondered if the other end of Maxwell''s belly was connected to a ck hole. All of a sudden, a middle-aged man with a fat belly walked quickly towards Harriet. Harriet frowned as she saw the middle-aged man, as if she hated the fat man. "Help me." Harriet tugged at Maxwell''s clothes. The middle-aged man was about to approach Harriet when suddenly a figure appeared between him and Harriet. "Who are you! Get the hell out of here!" The middle-aged man was ferocious and fierce! As he said this, the middle-aged man gave Maxwell a hard push! But the middle-aged man was stunned as he was pushing Maxwell away. No matter how hard he pushed away Maxwell, Maxwell stood motionless, as though his feet were glued to the ground. Maxwell did not budge a bit until the middle-aged man''s face turned red and his arms and legs began to cramp. Harriet smiled secretly as she looked at this scene. "How could it be..." The fat man looked surprised and stared at Maxwell with disbelief in his eyes. "Are you a man? Why can''t I feel your strength?" Maxwell gave the fat man a queer look. "You..." The fat man''s look changed and he soon became polite. He looked at Harriet, smiled politely and asked, "Could you please introduce him to me?" The portly middle-aged man looked at Maxwell. Maxwell smiled and was about to speak when Harriet said, "This is my husband." Maxwell paused, looking strangely at Harriet. ''Husband? When did I be her husband?'' wondered Maxwell. Chapter 90 A Phone Call Chapter 90 A Phone Call "This... this your husband?" The fat middle-aged man looked at Maxwell with a gleam of disbelief. He could not believe that he was Harriet''s husband. Maxwell was a little upset. ''Damn it. What''s wrong with me? Didn''t I deserve Harriet?'' thought Maxwell. In what field was he not as good as other? Status or wealth? "Yes," Harriet smiled and nodded. "What did your husband do?" The middle-aged fat manughed and asked. "He works for mypany," Harriet smiled. "Working for you?" The middle-aged manughed, and he looked at Maxwell with disdain. "Harriet, it seems that you are the most sessful of us, and you let your husband work for you. We can''t do that." Harriet pressed her red lips together and smiled faintly, "Mr. Thomas must be joking." Mr. Thomas nced at Maxwell, then said, "I have a suggestion, Harriet. I wonder if you''d like to hear it." "Yes, please," Harriet said. "I prepare to set up a branch in Europe, but I am in short of a confidant to be the security captain. Your husband is strong, and he''s suitable for this job. I can give him a million-annual sry," Mr. Thomas said. Maxwell looked cold. He knew Mr. Thomas was trying to inste him! What Mr. Thomas meant was that he thought Maxwell was only fitted to be a security captain. "Thank you for your kindness. My husband is veryfortable now and doesn''t like to work overseas." T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. Harriet declined, then reached out and took Maxwell''s arm. After a few more chats with Mr. Thomas, a figure suddenly walked quickly onto the stage. Soon the hall fell silent, and nces were cast on the stage. White spotlights shone on the figure. The lights around the banquet hall dimmed down, and the figure on the stage became the focus of the audience. Harriet looked calm, but there were mixed feelings in her eyes. "Thank you foring to today''s party. We haven''t seen each other for many years, but we feel like old friends... Those present were all former ssmates, and a few, for some reason, were absent. In today''s ssmate party, we can speak freely, and recalled the good memory of those days..." On the stage, the man spoke; but off stage, only Maxwell noticed that Harriet trembled slightly. After the brief introduction, the party began! The guests took their seats one by one. The banquet hall was grand, with a band ying music on both sides of the stage. Maxwell and Harriet sat down by a table. Harriet looked rarely low. Maxwell nced at Harriet and said, "You bring me with you here because of him?" "How did you know that?" Harriet was stunned. "If you once loved a man deeply, it is impossible to pretend nothing has happened and stayposed when you see him again," Maxwell said. He could tell at first nce that Harriet was in a very low mood when the man first appeared. "Nothing can be hidden from you." Harriet sighed, "We used to be lovers, but his family was not wealthy at that time. Then he became a son-inw in a rich family and became the CEO of an overseas group. I wanted to move on, so I went to Penn Business School and founded apany. Greta asked me toe back a moment ago, so I came back." "Oh, he lives better-off than me." Maxwell nced over his shoulder at the man on the stage, then pursed his lips. "Of course, he lives better than you. He married to a rich and beautiful woman, and he himself is intelligent and handsome, not like you, angering Greta every day." Harrietughed as she saw Maxwell was so jealous. "Greta cares about me so she will scold me when I make mistake," Maxwell exined. Harriet smiled, ignored Maxwell, and had dinner. "You could not havee today. If you had note, nothing will happen," Maxwell said. "No, I muste. I want to show him that I live very well, and I didn''t feel bad when he left me. Instead, I live better without him," said Harriet firmly. Maxwell gave Harriet a deep look and said nothing more. "Here hees." Harriet''s beautiful eyes looked in a direction, with mixed feelings in her eyes. Maxwell was stunned. A handsome middle-aged man was walking quickly towards Maxwell and Harriet. "Harriet..." The middle-aged man slowed down his steps, looking at Harriet. Harriet trembled a bit, slowly got up, and looked to the middle-aged man, "Wisely, so d to see you again after so many years." "Yes, we haven''t seen for a long time. How have you been?" Wisely Shawn nodded and asked. "I''m fine. I live a great life with my husband." Harriet took Maxwell''s arm. "Your husband?" Wisely frowned and nced at Maxwell. "Harriet," he said, "it seems that your taste has degraded a lot. How can you find such a man as your husband?" "He''s nice and down-to-earth. I appreciate him," Harriet said. Wisely smiled and raised his ss to Maxwell. "Brother, I hope you can take good care of her. She has stomach illness. And cook more nutrient food for her." Wisely voice was not small, attracting the attention of the surrounding people who all knew that Harriet and Wisely had been in a rtionship. Now, the old lovers met each other. There was ambiguity between them. A good y was already on. Maxwell looked at Wisely calmly. When Wisely finished, Maxwell said quietly, "Her stomach illness has been cured. Mind your own business." The atmosphere was suddenly cooled down. Wisely looked at Maxwell sullenly, "Bro, I heard that you work in Harriet''spany. You are her subordinate, and I am talking with your boss. Dopany. You think it proper for a subordinate to interrupt?" "In other words," Maxwell retorted with a sneer, "I''m her man. Then with what identity are you talking to her? A kept man?" Wisely was gloomy. The wine ss in the hands slipped down and fell on the ground. The crisp sound silenced the liveliness... "Do you know who you''re talking to?" Wisely said lightly, with chill in his voice. "Wisely, what do you want?" "Harriet hardened her voice. "I''m just wondering why did your husband have the confidence to say this to me..." Wisely sneered, "Someone told me that your husband is only in charge of the warehouse, so who is the real kept man?" "Who''s in charge of the warehouse? You believe in what a dog''s bark? Are you a dog too?" Maxwell pricked his ear. "You don''t even know how much money I have. Where do you have the guts to call me a kept man?" Maxwell''s words seemed to provoke Wisely, whose face turned ferocious. "So, you want topete with me in wealth? How much money do you have? I don''t think you can earn a million dors a year. You are only qualified to speak to man when you stop working for Harriet!" The people present were shocked. Mr. Thomas stood up andughed, "Do you know that Mr. Shawn is the most excellent one in our ss? He is among the youngest generation of CEOs, and an overseas business elite. You will never know his annual sry. You want to be richer than him? What a joke!" Hearing that, a lot of people were gossiping and their sarcastic eyes fell on Maxwell. Wisely said with a ferocious smile, "What qualification do you have to intervene in the affairs of Harriet and me? I had wanted to offer you the position of a security director for Harriet''s sake, so that you can be more confident when you are with Harriet. But now it seems that you are not even qualified to enter my Wisely''s voice was very loud, and it reached Harriet''s ears clearly. Harriet, with an angry look, stared at Wisely and said, "Wisely, don''t go too far." But Wisely ignored Harriet and stared at Maxwell closely, "In terms of status and wealth, you are not as good as me... You don''t deserve talking to me." What Wisely said was like a p in Maxwell''s face! The people looked at Maxwell with a yful look. In their eyes, Maxwell was just seeking death when he dared to go against Wisely. But out of everyone''s surprise, Maxwell stared at Wisely and suddenly asked, "Do you want topare with me in terms of status with wealth?" Maxwell''s eyes were full of deep disdain and contempt. No one present knew that how much Maxwell despised Wisely. "Of course. Can you beat me? Don''t humiliate yourself." Wisely sneered, "By the way, how much is your sry a month?" "Twenty thousand." When Maxwell spoke, everyoneughed. "Harriet, I didn''t expect that you were with someone like him. Everyone in the room is paid more than he is!" Wisely proudly sorted out his suit, walked up to Maxwell, and said, "You don''t deserve to be with Harriet. The money I can make in a day is enough to burn you out for months. What qualifications do you have topare with me!?" Wisely slowly turned around when he finished. Suddenly, Maxwell''s mobile phone rang! "I don''t need topete. A phone call is enough to deal with you," smiled Maxwell. Chapter 91 Dont Go Too Far Chapter 91 Don''t Go Too Far Turning around, Wisely was stunned when he saw the deep smile on Maxwell''s face. He didn''t know what Maxwell meant. What a phone call could do? Wisely gazed at Maxwell for a moment with and went to him with a sneer, "I want to see how you brag." "What if nothing happens after you having a phone call?" Wisely sneered coldly. "I don''t ask you for anything, just kneel down and apologize to me." Harriet wrapped her arms around her chest, looking at Wisely. She waspletely disappointed at Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g! what he had done. Her affection for Wisely was gone now. "Wisely, it''s enough. Don''t go too far," Harriet frowned. "What? Are you distressed for your husband? How abouting back to the hotel with me tonight..." joked Wisely, looking at Harriet''s delicate and charming face. Before Wisely finished, a red mark appeared on his face! The sound of p was very clear and it shocked everyone present! At the party tonight, Wisely was the most sessful, but now he was severely pped! Everyone looked at Wisely, who had been pped to the ground. He staggered up, covered his swollen face, trembling. The crowd was shocked and then looked at Maxwell, who looked calm. Maxwell dared to hit Wisely! "How dare you!" Wisely struggled to get up and looked at Maxwell, with murderous look in his eyes! "Why didn''t I?" Maxwell nced at Wisely sarcastically and said ironically. "I am not even afraid of God, let alone you!" As soon as Maxwell said that, he pped Wisely in the face again. The people werepletely shocked, and on the other side of Wisely''s cheek, there was a bright and red mark. Even Harriet was a little surprised. She didn''t imagine that Maxwell would dare hit Wisely! Again, Maxwell pped Wisely with both hands, and thetter retreated back by the strength. "You dared to tease my wife!" Maxwell said it lightly, but it shocked the people present! The people were taken aback. They didn''t expect that the young and sessful Wisely would be pped by a rogue like Maxwell! Maxwell gave a strong hit on Wisely''s chest. Struck by the hit, Wisely flew out and hit on the wall. The exquisite frescoes carved on the walls cracked, and then the whole hall fell into dead silence. The people were dumbfounded as they gawked at Wisely, who was bruised, delirious. "Shit! How dare he do that! He did hit Mr. Shawn!" "It''s terrible. When Mr. Shawn gets recovered, he''ll be killed." Mr. Thomas kept silent. Seeing Wisely being hit so fiercely, he was afraid that he would be hit by Maxwell. Since Maxwell dared to offend Wisely, he would definitely not think poorly of Thomas. Maxwell turned to look aside at Harriet. With a smile, he walked towards Harriet and lovingly took Harriet''s arm. Harriet was a bit surprised. In the eyes of so many people, Harriet, who was always smart, was dumbfounded. "You didn''t deserve my wife, and now you still don''t deserve her. You are just a humble kept man," Maxwell said dryly, then turned and headed for the door. "Stop there!" Wisely staggered to his feet, staring at Maxwell and Harriet coldly, "Let''s wait and see! I won''t let you go!!" Suddenly, Maxwell stopped and raised a smile. He took out his cell phone and wanted to make a phone call. "I''m going to make a phone call," Maxwell spoke softly to Harriet. "Go ahead." Harriet nodded. Maxwell stepped aside. A young man gasped on the other end. "You didn''t answer when I called you, and now you call at the wrong time..." Maxwell pursed as he listened to the man''s heavy breathing and whispered something to the man. "Don''t worry, boss." The young man replied with a smile, "Boss, recently the princess of the Saudi royal family asked me to say hello to you on her behalf. How do you think of her? Are you interested?" "No, all I think about is my wife, Greta." Maxwell refused without hesitation. "No. You are not like this before. You used to think that women are the greatest pleasure for you..." The young man muttered in disbelief, "What charm does my sister-inw have that can make you give up your belief?" Maxwell smiled faintly. "You have never seen her, so you don''t know how charming she is." "The princess of the Saudi royal family is also very beautiful. It is said that she is a hybrid beauty. I have seen the pictures. She''s really hot!" Maxwell shook his head. The princesses, however beautiful they were, were not as beautiful as Greta was in his eyes. Hanging up the phone, Maxwell returned to Harriet and said, "Let''s go." "Yes." Harriet nodded and they walked out of the Shangri-La Hotel and got into the BMW. "I''ll drive. You can''t drive after you drank the wine," Harriet said. Maxwell could see that Harriet had changed into a pair of soft, stretchy sneakers. Harriet, who had a good sense of safety, knew that when driving, wearing high-heels were dangerous. Maxwell appreciated her. Harriet wanted to put the high hills aside when Maxwell made an unexpected move. He picked up the high heels and held them carefully in his hands as if they were a delicate piece of art. "You..." Harriet smiled charmingly. "Why, you like this pair of shoes?" Maxwell nced at the shoes and said, "How could I not like the shoes you''re wearing?" "Oh, what a tterer," said Harriet, but Maxwell''s praise immediately made her feel better. The gloom in her heart dissipated. Harriet started the BMW and drove out of Shangri-La Hotel. In the car, Maxwell carefully held the pair of high-heeled shoes. The delicate high-heeled shoes interested Maxwell who couldn''t put them down. The car was filled with a faint of flower fragrance. It was from the high-heeled shoes. Maxwell held the high-heeled shoes to his nose and sniffed them. That was Harriet''s fragrance. Without any trace of odor, it touched his sensitive nerve. Harriet, who was concentrated on driving, turned her head and was shocked when she saw this. "Hey,e on. It''s dirty." She quickly stepped on the brake, stopped the car, and looked reddish. Maxwell looked up and saw Harriet''s fair and rosy face which was as red as a ripe apple. Maxwell raised a smile. It was the first time he had ever seen Harriet blush. "You are beautiful when you blush." Maxwell spoke softly. When Harriet flushed, she became more alluring. "Not as beautiful as Greta," Harriet said coquettishly, with a groan of discontent. "You are both pretty." Suddenly, Maxwell got close to Harriet. "Who is more beautiful?" Harriet blinked her beautiful eyes and stared at Maxwell meaningfully. When Maxwell got close to Harriet''s face, the car space was filled with a faint fragrance. When Maxwell got close enough to smell it, he found Harriet''s fragrance even more charming. Unconsciously, they looked at each other closely and exhaled hot air on the faces of each other. Their hearts were racing. Suddenly, Harriet bit her red lips and closed her beautiful eyes. Maxwell''s heart was beating fast. Harriet was asking him to kiss her. How could he miss the chance? Maxwell, trembling, raised his hands and gently unbuttoned Harriet''s shirt. Harriet was trembling slightly. She was a bit excited, but scared. She did not want to be too active. Although she was mature and charming, she wanted to be protected by men. So she closed her beautiful eyes and pretended that she didn''t know anything, and allowed Maxwell to do anything he liked to her. She just changed her movements when necessary. Soon the BMW was shaking... The temperature inside the car rose a bit. Chapter 92 Tarnish Chapter 92 Tarnish Harriet could not keep her mind clear. Unconsciously, her white and delicate hands reached Maxwell''s belt... Although she was born beautiful and well-kept and was better looking than some girls in their twenties, Harriet was a mature and charming young woman. She had an instinctive desire for this kind of thing. "Well..." Harriet let out a long breath, her beautiful eyes showed a determined look, as if she was ready for it. Suddenly, there was a series of loud knocks on the door of the car and Maxwell and Harriet were taken aback. Maxwell looked over his shoulder and saw a traffic cop standing outside the window. Maxwell was stunned! ''Shit! Why the police came here to disturb us?'' Even Harriet was angry when she saw the police. Harriet was all prepared for it, and then was interrupted! Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org. Maxwell gritted his teeth and pulled open the window. The traffic policeman saluted and said gravely, "Sir, the road is under construction and you can''t stop here. Please go ahead and stop if you have something to deal with." "Got it," Maxwell sighed and nodded. The traffic policeman nced at Harriet, who was clutching her messy clothes and looked flushed. He seemed to understand what had happened and said, "Sorry to bother you." After the cop left, Maxwell looked at Harriet and said, "What should we do?" "Don''t ask me!" Harriet grunted, sorted out her clothes and said, "Let''s go. Greta''s going back to her mother''s." Maxwell wondered. "Going back to her mother''s?" Harriet nodded. "She told me herself that she was going to find her father and calm down for a while." Maxwell smiled wryly. "She''s still mad at me. It''s a mistake..." "The pictures she got were of you and the woman entering the hotel. Who knows what you were doing in there?" Harriet snorted. "Maybe you''ve done everything." "We just yed cards with her friends. If you don''t believe me, I can ask her friends to prove it," Maxwell exined with a wry smile. "Are you lying?" Harriet looked at Maxwell. "Do I have to lie?" asked Maxwell, and Harriet pondered for a moment." So, someone is setting you up?" "Greta told me someone has sent her an anonymous envelope," Harriet said. Maxwell''s eyes narrowed. "An anonymous envelope?" Maxwell''s eyes were cold. He knew who was setting him up. It couldn''t be anyone else. Andreas met him in a bar during the day! Only Andreas could havee up with such a vicious n. "I know who did it," Maxwell spoke slowly, his eyes brightened up. That guy was really annoyed. "No one is at home, you mean?" Maxwell blinked, as if he understood Harriet''s point. "What are you thinking of?" Harriet gave him a charming look. "Le''s at home." "She''s weak." Maxwell pursed his lips. "But she''s very cleaver. She can hear anything." Harriet shook her head. Le used toe from China''s special forces. Although her skill was temporarily weakened by the injury, she was still very sensitive in hearing. *** Sitting by the bed of Derrick''s mansion, Greta looked out the window at the dark night nkly. "What''s going on?" A soft voice came from the bedroom door. Greta turned to see Derrick standing by the bedroom door with a cup of hot milk in his hand. "Dad," Greta said softly. "Tell me what happened," Derrick said. Greta had mixed feelings in her heart and said a lot. After a long time, Derrick looked out the window at the bright moonlight and sighed, "Greta, some things are soplicated that you can''t tell right from wrong." "Dad, I just want to know why you and Grandpa don''t want me to divorce that guy." Greta suddenly got up and asked coldly in a harsh tone. Derrick turned around and looked into Greta''s deep eyes. What could he tell Greta? How could he possibly tell Greta? He didn''t even know why. This was known only to Absalom, whom he had asked, but Absalom had not told him. "All I can tell you, Greta, is that you are not a victim in this marriage. You may have been wronged, but only your grandfather knows that. You know... Your grandfather wouldn''t harm you..." Derrick sounded solemn. "He won''t harm me? So how did we get evicted by the Sandoval family in Beijing? Where was he at the time?" With a cold look, Greta picked up her bag, stepped on her high-heeled shoes and rushed out of the bedroom. The sound of high-heeled shoes echoed in the corridor, making Derrick sigh. "What''s the matter?" A graceful woman walked in and took hold of Derrick. "She''s still haggling over the past. She can''t let go of those memories." Derrick sighed, pulled out his cell phone, and made a phone call. *** The BMW pulled up to the door and Maxwell and Harriet walked inside. Upon entering the vi, Maxwell''s mobile phone rang. Maxwell took out his mobile phone, and it was from a stranger. "Hello?" When Maxwell answered the phone, a deep voice sounded, "Maxwell, Greta had quarrels with me. She now had left. Has shee back to you?" "No," Maxwell said. "Did she have a quarrel with you too?" "Her mood is not too stable recently. It is midnight now. I am afraid she would be in danger," Derrick added worriedly. "It''ll be all right. I''m going to find her now." Maxwell hung up and said to Harriet, "She and Derrick had a fight, too. I don''t know where she''s going. I''m going to find her." "I''lle with you," Harriet said. "Stay at home. If shees home, you must stop her from running away again," Maxwell said, and rushed out of the house toward the garage. Soon after, a ck Maybach pulled out from the garage and hurtled off down the road... *** On a sidewalk in Ocean City, a beautiful woman walked alone on the road. A pair of delicate high heels stepped on the shadow, making a lonely sound. Greta walked slowly on the road. The night wind was very cold, and she only wore a thin coat. The cold wind whistled by, and Greta kept shivering. Greta was at a loss, and she didn''t know where to go... She was upset by what had happened in the Sandoval family recently. After seeing Maxwell and Isadora hanging out together, she was more annoyed. She hated Isadora. She could feel from the pictures that that woman was pretty coquettish. Suddenly, there were a few men getting close behind her. They rushed to Greta, closer and closer... Greta didn''t know the road was very dangerous. Every night, even tall and strong men would not dare to pass by here, let alone a weak woman like Greta. The men followed and quickened their pace. Their fiery res fell on Greta''s beautiful shape, with a strong and unconcealed lust! Greta suddenly slowed down. She seemed to hear a sound. Looking around, she suddenly heard a series of quickening footstepsing from behind. Greta turned her head and saw several men in flowery shirts whistling with evil smiles and running after her. Greta was shocked! She quickly ran away! But in high heels, she couldn''t run fast, so the men were closer to her. "Beauty, why are you alone in the deep night?" "Don''t run, beauty. We just want to have an in-depth conversation with you." "Damn, look at her legs." They teased Greta and talked something dirty. Greta''s face turned white, and she panicked even more. She ran as fast as she could, trying with all her strength to get rid of those men. All of a sudden! Greta stumbled and fell to the ground. By the time Greta got up, it was toote! She could feel pairs of hands walking recklessly on her, which made her scalp tingling! Chapter 93 Cut Their Fingers off Chapter 93 Cut Their Fingers off "Let go of me!" snapped Greta, and she struggled desperately! But it was of no use. One of them grinned grimly and said, "Girl, don''t struggle. Enjoy yourself is a better choice. We will make you satisfied." The men grinned andughed. Their hands groped all over Greta, even on her sensitive parts. She looked pale, but she could do nothing about it, only to endure it. Even Maxwell, who had been married to her for months, barely touched her. But these men were going to insult her! "I''ll give you anything you want, if you let go of me," Greta quivered, closing her eyes and shaking. "What we want is you,"ughed the men evilly. "This girl looks like someone!" said a man suddenly. "Oh, I know who she is! She is the president of a "It''s so excited to y with celebrities! What a good day, bros!" The men tore Greta''s high-grade uniform! Her fair skin was exposed. Greta kept writhing and struggling, but to no avail. Greta gradually gave up struggling. Hopelessness and despair flooded her. She suddenly regretted that she should not have left home sote at night and she shouldn''t be on the sidewalk... The men caressed Greta''s t belly, and then, he moved his hand towards Greta''s breasts. The man unbuttoned Greta''s bra and felt excited at what he saw. "Shit! How plump she is!" The man looked lustfully at Greta. "Bro, tear all her clothes!" said the other man, staring at Greta. In a twinkling of an eye, they almost tore down Greta''s clothes. At that moment, a shrill rm sounded far down the road, echoing in the air! A police car raced along with its sirens wailing. "The cops areing!" The men were all shocked! The police cars wereing straight at Greta. It was obviously for Greta! "Shit! What a luck she is. We have to go." The men gave Greta a reluctant look, pinched her a few more times before leaving. Greta covered herself and stood up shivering, her eyes misty. One of the police cars stopped by the side of the road, the other car was chasing the men. The door opened and a familiar man stepped out of the police car. "Are you all right?" The man crouched down and hugged Greta gently. "It''s you?" Greta blinked her beautiful eyes and saw it was Maxwell. "I''ve been looking for you since you left your dad''s house. I couldn''t find you at first, but luckily your dad knows someone at the police station and we asked the police to search Ocean City to find you," Maxwell whispered. But he didn''t tell Greta that before Derrick had located Greta, he had found where she was. T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. Otherwise, it was like looking for a needle in a bottle of hay. "Thank you." Greta stared at Maxwell. He used to be calm andposed, but now he looked depressed and painful. Greta always scolded Maxwell, but she never thought that one day she would be saved by Maxwell. She had always felt that the mysterious man, who had nothing to do with Maxwell, would always save her every time she was in danger. Today, Maxwell saved her. "You are my wife. You don''t have to say thank you," Maxwell smiled faintly. "Come on, it''s gettingte. It''s time to go back." Maxwell took off his coat, and put it on Greta. He then supported Greta to get into the police car. The police car roared away into the distance. When they came back vi, Greta took a shower and put on a thin nightdress. Then she sat down on a sofa in the living room and told Harriet what happened. "That was too dangerous. If it hadn''t been Maxwell, you might have been in real danger this time." Harriet patted her chest, feeling terrified. "Yes." Greta breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the ceiling nkly. "I''m tired. I''ll go to bed first." When Greta got up, Harriet yawned too. She looked at Maxwell, and smiled sweetly. "Are you going to sleep?" "I have to finish the housework before I go to bed," Maxwell declined her politely. At night in the car, he almost lost control of himself. He could not possibly repeat the same mistake at home. But Harriet was too beautiful, with a mature, young woman''s charm that Maxwell couldn''t resist. "Good night, then." Harriet blinked her eyes, turned around, twisted her hips, and walked to the second floor. When Harriet and Greta were asleep, Maxwell looked stern. Maxwell walked to his bedroom window and looked at the bright, neon buildings in the distance. Suddenly, there was a sh of cold shock in his eyes. Immediately, Maxwell was furious! Maxwell opened the window and jumped down! If Greta and Harriet had seen this, they would have been dumbstruck. They would have thought Maxwell was doing something stupid! This was definitely looking for death! Jumping from this height would certainly cause death! Even if Le were here, there was no guarantee that she would jump from this height unharmed. Maxwell, however, did not hesitate and jumped off the building! The ground trembled a bit as he jumped off to the ground and left two footprints! And then Maxwell rushed away. At this moment, Maxwell was filled with murderous aura, like a bloodthirsty beast out of control! In a blink of an eye, a gust of wind passed by, blowing away the caps of the two security guards! The security guards were alerted and stared on the road. They seemed to see a vague shadow pass by. Maxwell was now as cool as heartless killer. In the bedroom opposite to Maxwell, Greta felt shocked shortly after shey down. Out of curiosity, Greta got out of bed and quietly opened Maxwell''s door. Then she saw the window was opened! *** On a sidewalk in Ocean City, several men squatted by the roadside, ncing at women one after another. "Damn it, none is as hot as the one just now," said one of them. "Can it be the same? The woman just now is a celebrity. Her skin is soft and tender." Another person said distressingly, "What a bad luck! Why did the police juste by? Shit!" "Don''t talk bullshit." One of them stared at a girl who was passing by, and raised an evil smile. "Look at that girl. What do you think of her?" "Oh my God, she''s got a good shape! And she''s good-looking." "Fine. Go get it. Drag her down the sidene." The men then walked to her. Soon, a beautiful girl was cornered into a cul-de-sac. It was dark and the girl was panicked, not knowing what to do. "What... what do you want? I have money. I can give you money." The girl shivered. "We want you baby," said the men, smiling, and stretching out their hands to the girl''s delicate and lovely face. The girl was trembling and looked frightened! Suddenly, there was a cold silver light shed in the darkness! Immediately after, deplorable and shrill screams suddenly sounded! The men were howling in agony! They all lost their fingers on their right hands! Ten fingers were cut off and they could hardly bear the pain! "Who! Who is it?" One of the men endured the pain, and shouted loudly. In the darkness, a pair of leather shoes sounded. The cold sound echoed in the darkness. "Who are you?" The man looked closely at Maxwell. They didn''t know Maxwell at all. "I''m..." Maxwell stepped out and let out a sound. "The son-inw of the Sandoval family." "The Sandoval family?" The man frowned and thought for a moment. They didn''t seem to have enemies in the Sandoval family. "Get out of here at once, or you''ll be in troubles!" They barked at Maxwell in a ferocious and brutal tone. Maxwell stood in front of the girl, saying, "You dare to tarnish my wife! You must die!" Maxwell shot them a fierce and cold nce! Chapter 94 He Made a Name for Himself Chapter 94 He Made a Name for Himself "Shit! Knock him down!" One of the men shouted angrily. He picked up a rusty steel pipe and rushed to Maxwell! The other men took off their coats and stared at Maxwell fiercely. Their strong muscles bulged up, making the girl behind Maxwell look pale with fright. These thugs were all strong! From their fierce and merciless look, they emitted murderous aura! They had killed people! All of a sudden, Maxwell was surrounded by several men with sticks. It seemed that they were going to kill Maxwell. Maxwell looked at them disdainfully. He kicked off the ground and then he disappeared into thin air. "Where''s he gone?" The men looked at each other in dismay. It waste at night, and Maxwell''s voice sounded in the darkness. The men looked around, but they couldn''t see Maxwell. "Boss, he didn''t run away, did he?" said one of them. Maxwell, who was in the midair, coldly nced at the men. In his hands, a ck Dragon''s Teeth dagger shining bright in the dark. And the veins on his arms were vaguely perceivable! Maxwellnded on the ground. And the hard floor cracked! Under Maxwell''s feet, the cracks were spreading like a spider''s web. How shocking! The men were shocked as they turned around and saw this! The moment Maxwell stepped out, the Dragon''s Teeth dagger in his hand was shot out like a ck bolt of lightning. Suddenly, one of the men let out a piercing scream. On his wrist, there was a t cut dripping with blood. His right hand was cut off! "Where''s he?" The rest men frowned as they never saw Maxwell do anything. They didn''t even see him! "His right hand touched her. Cut the right hand off!" A calm, cold voice echoed through the deep ck darkness, and the atmosphere around dropped sharply. A chill, imperceptibly, had enveloped them! "Don''t y tricks. Come out if you have guts!" A man shouted in anger. Then the men were on alert, as they saw Maxwell walk slowly out of the deep darkness. His eyes were cold and emotionless, looking at them calmly as if he were looking at a few dead bodies. If some of the top people overseas were to see this, they would definitely tremble because this was the manifestation of Dragonlord''s anger! When Dragonlord left after the war in Chechnya, word had it that Dragonlord could kill millions of lives when he got irritated, and he could silence a city overnight by ughter! Dragonlord was rarely offended. But today, these bastards crossed the line! Greta was the apple of his eyes. He had seen Greta humiliated and yed by these men! And these people were already on Dragonlord''s kill list!! Fear welled up in the men''s heart. They didn''t know why Maxwell made them feel so different. He was too terrible! "Go to hell!" One of the men stepped out, grabbed the steel pipe, and hurled it at Maxwell''s head! The girl behind Maxwell screamed in horror. If the steel pipe fell on Maxwell''s head, he would definitely die! Maxwell, however, didn''t blink, not did he avoid the steel pipe! Then the steel pipe hit Maxwell on his forehead, but Maxwell didn''t budge, leaving the man with his eyes wide opened in disbelief. "No... It''s impossible..." The man backed away. His had hit Maxwell with all his strength, but it did Maxwell no harm. "Nothing more? It can''t hurt me..." Maxwell said lightly. He grasped the steel pipe, opened his eyes and muttered something. Maxwell tightened his grip on the steel pipe. And the steel pipe was twisted! The few men were totally stunning! Maxwell loosened the steel pipe and it fell to the ground with a loud sound. The men stayed where they were, horrified! Maxwell''s fearsome power really struck them. The girl behind Maxwell stared nkly at Maxwell and did not respond for a long time. Was he the legendary superman? Normal people didn''t have such strong power, and only the superman in the movie could do it. "What do you want?" Atst, the men dared not do anything arbitrarily. They looked grave at Maxwell and spoke with great care. "What do I want?" A touch of mockery crossed Maxwell''s icy face. "I want you to die." The men suddenly looked stunned. Maxwell''s goal was simple. He just wanted to kill them. "Shit! You want us to die!? To hell with you!" Finally, one of the men couldn''t bear it any longer. He grasped another steel pipe and rushed to Maxwell. The thick, hard steel pipe hit Maxwell''s cheek, but it didn''t even leave a trace... And the steel pipe was twisted! "How can that be!" The men were backing away, staring nkly at Maxwell. They didn''t know that the overseas myth, in order to promote the physical quality, had epted numerous beating of steel pipe. He had thick calluses on most parts of his body and his physical fitness had already reached the limit of human body! "Kneel down." Maxwell''s voice was soft, and it could hardly be heard in the air. But his tone was firm. As soon as he said so, the men knelt down immediately! The men finally knew that they had offended a man whom they couldn''t afford to offend. They had molested too many girls, and they didn''t think they would draw Maxwell''s attraction and put their lives at risk! As Maxwell waved his hand, a ck dagger pierced through the air, making a harsh sound. Dragon''s Teeth set off a fierce wave of air. As the ck dagger shed by, blood flowed out! For a moment, these men suddenly stopped breathing, and they fell down with their eyes wide open. They didn''t expect that the one who killed them was the matrilocal son-inw of the Sandoval family. Maxwell stood there, staring coldly at these men. He had just reached the end of the blind alley when he heard a voice behind him calling out to him. T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. "Thank... Thank you..." The girl looked at Maxwell timidly, but she plucked up the courage to thank Maxwell for saving her. "You are wee. Go home," Maxwell spoke lightly and looked indifferent. "May I ask who you are?" asked the girl warily. What Maxwell had done had imprinted in her mind. It was hard to forget for the rest of her life. "I''m just a useless kept man," Maxwell said, then walked away. When the girl came out of the ally, she found Maxwell had disappeared. *** In the early morning, Maxwell prepared a rich breakfast, and they sat at the table and ate the breakfast in silence. The morning news was broadcast on the TV. "This morning, the police in Ocean City found several bodies in a dean end. The medical examiner determined that the men were killed early this morning. This was a murder and the killer killed them with sharp tools. ording to insiders, these men hadmitted many crimes and offended many men. And the police suspect that this is revenge." The news anchor was broadcasting the news. Greta raised her head and looked at the TV. When she saw the bodies in the news, she was shocked. "What''s wrong, Greta?" Harriet was concerned when she noticed something was wrong with Greta. "These men... were the one who had molested mest night." Greta put down her chopsticks and said in an upset way. Harriet looked up at the morning news on the TV and said with a burst of joy, "Greta, how could you be so lucky!? Someone has avenged you so quickly!" "I don''t know..." Greta shook her head. Suddenly, she seemed to think of something and she looked at Maxwell, who was eating porridge. Could it be him? As soon as this thought urred to Greta, she immediately drove it out of her mind. This guy was so timid. He might kill a chicken, but he dared not kill people. Who could that be? "Ms. Greta, they must have done a lot of bad things," Le said as Greta was lost in thought. "Maybe someone just took revenge on them. They deserve it." "Yes." Greta nodded. Suddenly, Harriet shouted, "Greta, you''re being targeted." "What''s the matter?" Greta looked confused. Harriet looked heavy and handed over the phone. Greta took the phone over. When she saw the news, she looked gloomy. "Who''s the man?" "Man, you''re famous." Harriet said, looking at Maxwell. Chapter 95 He Became Famous Chapter 95 He Became Famous "I''m famous?" Maxwell was stunned... How did he be famous? What was going on... Since he came to China, he had been very low-key, and so far, he had not exposed his identity... Those who knew his identity... must had been killed by him. Maxwell was lost in thought. Greta angrily handed the phone over to him. "Look at what you''ve done," she said angrily. Last night, Greta had almost forgiven Maxwell, but when she saw the news on her phone, she felt jealous and angry. Maxwell took the phone, nced at the news, and his face froze. The headlines of the tidbits showed the picture of Maxwell and Isadora going to the hotel together! Besides, but the headline disyed lots of photos of Maxwell and Greta, writing, "A mysterious man is having love affairs with the president of the Sandoval Group and other women..." Maxwell nced at the tidbits. The fake new angered him totally. "Who did this?" Maxwell put down his phone, looking grim. "Who knows? If you hadn''t been a phnderer, how could there be gossips? And it got me involved!" Greta gave a cold grunt. "The rumors have gone rival, and pretty soon you''re going to rise to fame in Ocean City," Harriet said. "It''s just not good fame." Maxwell nodded. Indeed, he had already hidden his identity when he came to China, but the danger of his exposure increased greatly when he made the headlines. He didn''t mind that, but he was afraid that Greta, Harriet, and even the whole Ocean City would be dragged into some unrted affair because of him! "Andreas did this," Maxwell said lightly. "But don''t worry. I''ll deal with him." "You''ll dealt with him?" Greta nced over at Maxwell and smiled. "Don''t bother to do it," she said. "He''s got the Sandoval family as his back. I will let the PR team to deal with it." Maxwell shook his head. "Since Andreas thinks he can smear us with the tidbits, won''t he take into ount of the PR team? He would, if he isn''t an idiot, have had a way of dealing with our PR team." "So what''s your suggestion?" Greta folded her arms around her chest and frowned. Maxwell started the troubles, and now Greta had to smooth the things away for him, but he was bossing her around. "Ms. Greta, please believe me, I can handle this," Maxwell said meaningfully. "Well, since you are so confident, I''ll let you do it. But if you can''t do it well, the whole Sandoval Group will be affected," Greta said. Greta represented the Sandoval Group. If Greta''s image was damaged, it meant discrediting the Sandoval Group. Greta looked at Maxwell doubtfully. She did not believe that Maxwell could handle this. "Greta, why don''t we give him a chance? After thest incident, there are very few people we can really trust. Maybe your PR team has been paid off by Andreas." Harriet spoke up for Maxwell. "Fine, I''ll give you a chance. You''d better not screw it up." Greta pondered for a moment and decided to give Maxwell a chance. The matter concerned thepany, so she had to pay great attention. Greta took a few bites and then put a sandwich in a bag. "I''m full. I''m going to work." After that, Greta went upstairs and changed into a beautiful dress, which partially covered her slender long legs. And then she walked down from the second floor gracefully. Her long legs were firmly attached to the dress, and the curve was clearly chiseled, faintly visible, making her more charming. Maxwell stared at her beautiful back nkly. The sexy shape was too eye-catching. "Are you really sure you can handle the public opinions that overwhelms the Ocean City?" Le suddenly asked. "Sure, it''s a piece of cake," Maxwell smiled faintly. Le looked calm, but she doubted Maxwell''s ability. She would not trust him because he was a liar. Le was just curious about what Maxwell was going to do to cheat Greta again. Before breakfast was finished, a servant suddenly entered the mansion and said to Harriet, "Miss Campbell, someone is looking for you." "Looking for me?" Harriet was surprised. Since she lived with Greta, no one had asked for her. "Yes, he said he knew you and wanted to exin to you about some misunderstanding." "Let him in." Harriet nodded. Soon, a man, holding arge cluster of bright red roses, went in. Maxwell was shocked. There were nine hundred and ny-nine roses in that big bouquet, and he could barely see the man''s face. "Who are you?" Harriet looked puzzled. "Harriet, it''s me." After the roses had beenid down, a disconcerted man appeared. "Wisely?" Harriet looked at Wisely for a moment and then said coldly, "What are you here for?" "Harriet, Ie here to apologize to you," Wisely said apologetically. "What are you apologizing for?" Harriet folded her legs and sneered. "Harriet, I''ve thought it seriously. What I said yesterday was hurtful and I hope you won''t take it to heart." After knowing that you have a husband, I was angry and said something I shouldn''t have said. Please don''t take it to heart..." Wisely said carefully, andpletely lost his arrogance. "What''s the matter with you?" Harriet frowned. With her knowledge of Wisely, she knew that something was wrong with him. "We''re being targeted," signed Wisely. "Last night, just after the party, I received the news that many clients who have cooperated with us suddenly stopped the cooperation, saying that there is no need to cooperate with apany that is going bankrupt... all the projects are gone, and the money we invested in has lost." "We are being targeted by our enemies. It must be our enemies who did it." Wisely his teeth. "He''d better not give the game away. If I know who it is, I will not let him go!" "So what exactly are you doing here?" Harriet raised her eyebrows and said faintly. "Harriet, I want you to help me. I hear that yourpany is looking for a partner. I want to work with you..." Wisely smiled humbly," Harriet, you are such a good person, and I am sure you will help me." "You''re mistaken. It''s no use looking for me. Go away," Harriet coolly refused. "Harriet, for the sake of us rtionship, could you help me? If thepany really goes bankrupt, my wife will definitely kick me away!" Wisely was anxious. "Oh, didn''t you hook up with a rich beauty?" Harriet sneered. "Go ask for her help. What do you want with me?! Go away." "Harriet! All right!" Wisely looked ferocious, and he ruthlessly stared at Harriet, "I hope you will never need help!" Seeing that he could ask for nothing from Harriet, Wisely picked up the ss on the table and smashed it to the ground severely, and then left. "Wait a minute!" Suddenly, a man stood in the doorway. "Who the hell are you?" Wisely nced at the man in a displeasing way, "Oh, it''s you. Go away!" "You broke the ss. You can''t leave until you pay for it," Maxwell spoke lightly. "It''s just a broken ss. How much is it?" Wisely asked coolly. "This set of cups is made in Austria. When one is broken, the whole set is ruined. It costs thirty thousand," Maxwell said indifferently. "Thirty thousand! You are robbing!" said Wisely angrily. "Will a CEO like you, who earns tens of millions a year, care about thirty thousand?" Maxwellughed, which made Wisely feel ashamed. 10 million a year... That was his previous earnings! But now thepany was on the verge of bankruptcy, and he lived a luxurious life, so he didn''t have much money left. "You guys! Let''s wait and see!" Maxwell kicked Wisely out of the room before he finished her words. "What an annoyed man." Maxwell nced at Wisely and asked someone to drive him away. After Wisely was removed, Maxwell sat next to Harriet. Seeing that she was lost in thought, Maxwell "When the party was over, hispany was targeted. Don''t you think it''s weird?" Harriet mused. Maxwell suddenly felt nervous, but he remained calm. "What''s so werid?" Maxwell said, "For a man as arrogant as he is, it''s not strange that he has many enemies. It makes sense if someone wants to knock him down." "Yeah, that''s right." Harriet nodded. *** Meanwhile, Ocean City was overwhelmed by a tidbit. It was just an obscure tidbit, but it was re-posted by many entertainment media outlets and now had reached the top of the search list within a few hours. At this moment, in the president''s office of Urban Media, Dous, the boss, was talking merrily on the phone. Heughed and said, "Mr. Andreas, we have followed your advice. Now those who surf the Inte in Ocean City have basically known the news." "Well done." Mr. Andreas''s cool, deep voice sounded. "Mr. Andreas, if you have such explosive news, please call me." After hanging up the phone, Dous put his legs on the table and made a cup of tea for himself. Andreas sent a set of photos to various newspapers and mediapanies and told them to post the story the next day. Urban Media, thergest entertainmentpany in Ocean City, was the first to report the news. Without Urban Media, the other newspapers and mediapanies would not be able to stir this entertainment news to the top of the search list. Andreas, on the other hand, had promised Dous many benefits, so thetter was willing to do N?velDrama.Org is the owner. everything for him. But suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the president''s office and Dous''s secretary came in. "Mr. Lloyd, someone asks for you, but he didn''t make an appointment." "Don''t let him in if he didn''t make an appointment. Drive him away." Dous waved impatiently. "What if I havee in? How are you going to drive me away?" A cold voice sounded, and Dous trembled all over! Chapter 96 To Fight Back Chapter 96 To Fight Back Dous turned his head and saw a man who had somehow appeared beside him. The man was leaning against the office wall, with his head down and lit a cigarette. The man slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and looked over at Dous. His deep eyes were fixed meaningfully on Dous. "Who are you? Someonee and get this man out of here!" Dous stood up and shouted at outside. "You are calling your losers? Do you think they''ll respond to you?" Maxwell puffed the cigarette and smiled faintly. "Who are you? What did you do to them?" said Dous sharply, his face hardening. "They were so sleepy, so I let them sleep for a while." Maxwell said dryly. "When did you get in, and who are you?" Dous waved his hand and let the secretary out and closed the door. Maxwell chuckled, sat down across from Dous''s desk, and stared at him with a deep, interested stare. "Mr. Lloyd, you are so busy that you forgot who we are after you troubled us." "It''s you..." Dous thought Maxwell was familiar. He took a close look at Maxwell and suddenly remembered who he was. "Aren''t you flirting with Ms. Greta? Why did you have time toe to me?" Dous was relieved to find out who Maxwell was, and sneered. "Ms. Greta and I have some issues with your news and would like to discuss it with you and make some corrections." Maxwell looked calm and spoke indifferently. "There''s nothing to discuss," said Dous with a sneer and he waved his hand. "Go back and tell Ms. Greta that my news is urate, that there is no false rumor and that it does not need to be corrected." Maxwell narrowed his eyes, "You decline me so readily? Are you sure you are not going to think it twice?" "Why? My paparazzi have already photographed you and Ms. Greta being together, but I''ve been taking into ount Ms. Greta''s reputation, so I didn''t release the pictures, but that doesn''t mean I don''t make money, "Dous said leisurely, "I''m a businessman, and I''ll deal with anyone who offers a higher price." "I see. It seems that Mr. Andreas made you a very good offer." Maxwell understood what he meant. "It''s not just the money. The most important thing is he is the second master of the Sandoval family in Beijing. If I don''t help him, I might offend him." Dous refuted with a smile. "If you don''t publish it, I''ll pay you twice as much as Mr. Andreas." Maxwell thought for a moment, then spoke slowly. "The price is not the problem. The problem is that you are not Mr. Andreas," Dous waved his hand impatiently, "Go away. There''s nothing to discuss." Maxwell frowned, and his eyes got cold. "Mr. Lloyd, you can propose any terms. But you''d better not to refuse my advice." Dous stared at Maxwell for a moment, thenughed, "Who are you? Do you think you''re Mr. Andreas? Get out of here, or else I''ll let the whole China know about your affairs." Dous didn''t take Maxwell seriously, even though Maxwell''s offer was generous. In Dous''s eyes, Maxwell''s identity and status were far inferior to Mr. Andreas''s. So why did he want to be friendly with such a person? N?velDrama.Org is the owner. In Dous''s opinion, Maxwell was just one of Greta''s flunkies. Naturally, Dous would not listen to what a flunky said. Dous grew increasingly impatient. Finally, Maxwell''s eyes were cold. "Mr. Lloyd, it''s your choice." "What''s wrong with the choice I made? It''s none of your business! What can you do to me?" Dous wrapped his arms around his chest and snapped, "You are nothingpared to Mr. Andreas. Why should I listen to you?" "Indeed, but you''ll regret it in a minute." Maxwell said calmly and sarcastically. Dous seemed stung by Maxwell''s remark andughed. "Well, I''ll wait for one minute. I''ll see who will feel regretful!" "Shit! I''ve got so much information about you and Greta. Any photo would send you into gossip! What qualities do you have to argue with me?" Dous took out a USB sh drive from the drawer and said proudly, "You are all under the control of my paparazzi. I advise you to apologize to me at once. Otherwise, I''ll ruin Greta''s reputation in a minute!" Dous was proud and confident. The USB sh drive was enough to destroy Maxwell and Greta and drive them out of Ocean City. Maxwell took out his phone, sent a text message, and then calmly looked at Dous. "Ten, nine, eight..." Soon Maxwell began to count the time, and Dous''s face grew more and more sullen. ¡®Shit. How could a man be so shameless?'' "Well, that''s what you sought." Dous sneered and was ready to insert the USB sh drive into the Dous picked up the phone, and hisplexion changed! "No, it can''t be." Dous kept shaking his head, looking shocked. Dous trembled. The news shook him as strongly as the sudden announcement of bankruptcy by a Dous was trembling fiercely, and he couldn''t believe it. After hanging up the phone, Dous sat down. His legs were weak and his face was zed with incredulity. "Well, Dous, regret it?" Maxwell still looked as calm as he was just now. "How could you do that? Mypany is so big. How could you buy it!" Dous looked venomously at Maxwell and clenched his fists, trembling with rage and excitement! "Yourpany just dominates Ocean City," Maxwell said, "There are manypanies more powerful than you." "You..." Dous looked extremely ugly. He couldn''t ept the fact that the phone call was to inform him that Urban Media had been forcibly acquired! It caught him off guard and made him hard to believe! What he couldn''t believe actually happened to him!! "I don''t believe it. You''re just a kept man. Even Greta can''t have the ability to buy it!" No matter how angry Dous might be, Maxwell remained calm and unhurried. Dous was unwilling to give up! How could he have imagined that that was what Maxwell meant! "I am now officially firing you as thepany''srgest shareholder and president." Maxwell said lightly. "No. You can''t do that!" Dous''s legs were weak. He regretted it now! He wished he had not refused Maxwell''s offer, so that nothing would happen and he would not lose anything! "Go away." Maxwell spoke calmly, looking at him with a yful look. "No. I still have it. I still have it..." Dous suddenly remembered something and frantically searched the desk for it. "Looking for this?" Maxwell asked dryly, clutching a USB sh drive. Dous nced at it and Maxwell smiled, "I''m sorry," he said, "Your only recourse is gone." With that, Maxwell snapped USB sh drive. Dous sat down on the office chair, and his face looked pale. Maxwell released his hand and the USB crumbled to pieces in Maxwell''s hand. "What are going to use to threaten me now?" Maxwell said ironically, and sneered at Dous! From beginning to end, Maxwell did nothing! But in a twinkling of an eye, thepany he had worked so hard to build was given away! How ironic it was! Dous couldn''t imagine how much money Maxwell had so that he could buy a "Mr. Kirk, I was wrong. Please give me another chance!" Dous suddenly made a difficult decision. His eyes were fixed on Maxwell, and he said with an appealing look, "Mr. Kirk, I don''t mind even if I am just a cleaner here. I created thispany and I don''t want to leave it." Maxwell looked calm and unmoved. Dous gritted his teeth and suddenly stood up, making a move that even Maxwell didn''t expect! Dous trembled a bit, and then knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to Maxwell! "Mr. Kirk... I was wrong. I won''t do that next time!" Dous was trembling, and apologized with sincerity! Maxwell stared at Dous indifferently. Dous hit his head on the floor, and the dull thud spread to Maxwell''s ears. Maxwell pondered for a moment. He just bought thepany off the cuff, but he didn''t have the time to manage it. He had much housework to do at home. How could he have the time to manage these stupid things? Thinking of this, Maxwell said slowly, "I''ll give you one more chance. Send these photos and video on the Inte. I want them to be more popr than our news." Maxwell ced a USB sh drive on the desk. When Dous looked up, Maxwell had walked out of the office. "As for the destiny of thispany, it depends on your performance." A cool but unmistakable voice came from outside, which made Dous shudder inside. Dous returned to his office chair, took a deep breath, and checked what it was in the USB drive Maxwell had given him. Numerous pictures and videos leaped to his eyes and Dous was shocked! Dous immediately understood what Maxwell was thinking, but he waspletely horrified by Maxwell''s idea! Maxwell was going to fight back! Dous''s hand trembled slightly as he held the mouse. If these videos were sent out, it would not only be Ocean City, even Beijing would be frightened! Chapter 97 Let Me Think about It Chapter 97 Let Me Think about It Dous looked at these videos carefully, and the more he watched, the more he thought and feared. It never urred to him that Maxwell woulde up with such an evil n. Maxwell retouched the photos and videos Andreas had taken and turned Maxwell''s face into Andreas''s. Besides, Maxwell obtained a surveince camera which recorded that Andreas wrapped around Isadora in an intimate manner. When they were at the crossroads, Andreas started pawing Isadora. The second master of the Sandoval family was a gentleman. If this video was exposed, the consequences would be serious! Dous felt tense, and he had a stronger suspicion that Maxwell''s background was anything but simple. He could even buy hispany with a phone call and he was not afraid of Mr. Andreas, but dared to confront him. He couldn''t be an ordinary man. He thought Maxwell was still working for Greta, but now it seemed not the case. Dous repeatedly watched the video for countless times, and he was totally stunned! If not that he had seen the original pictures, he couldn''t see the slightest trace of retouching. This must be handled by a master. *** Dous breathed a long sigh, and felt the chill on his back. He felt more and more that he was right to admit his mistake. It was hard to imagine what would happen if he had not bowed his head. Dous walked out of the office, held up the USB sh drive in his hand, and said to the staff working outside the office, "Everybody, delete all the news about Greta and Maxwell, and rece them with new ones." *** Maxwell stepped out of Urban Media, got on his bike, and made a phone call. N?velDrama.Org is the owner. "How''s it going?" A maic and cold voice sounded on the other end of the phone. "Rest assured, it''s all done. Just wait for the news." Maxwell smiled ingratiatingly. "Good." Greta nodded lightly. "Well, shouldn''t you treat me?" Maxwell asked, grinning. "It''s all because of you. If you didn''t flirt with other girls, would it cause me so many troubles? How cheeky of you to ask me to treat you to dinner?" Greta asked sharply. "Well, forget it. Don''t get angry. Shall I treat you to dinner?" Maxwell muttered. "Let me think about it," After a short pause of silence, Greta hung up the phone. Maxwell held the phone and was dumbfounded! He wanted her to treat him, but the result was he had to beg her to have dinner with him! He didn''t know how he was trapped. Soon, however, Maxwell realized that Greta''s attitude toward him seemed to be much better! Normally, if Maxwell asked Greta to go to dinner with him, Greta would directly hang up the phone and ignore him. Now she said she would think about it. The attitude had changed a lot! Maxwell was secretly excited and could not help imagining the future. Maybeter on, Greta would ept him and he would conquer the proud woman! When the time came, the woman would listen to him in every aspect! He could hold her in his arms in a gentle caress all over. Treat her as a queen by day and a princess by night¡­ How fascinated it would be! Unconsciously, he was one step closer to his dream... *** Inside the mansion, Andreas and Hal sat on a luxurious leather couch. "You had a wonder y, Mr. Andreas. I really appreciate you." Hal, who hadn''t appeared in a long time, smiled. "I have to destroy the two jerks'' reputation." "Aren''t they in the same boat?" Andreas said softly. "When they are scolded harsh enough, I will make more moves." "Mr. Andreas, a word of caution, the Max is not simple. If you want to kill him, do it as soon as possible." Hal smiled deeply. "You mean... How much do you know Max?" Andreas frowned a little as he caught Hal''s meanings. "I never said that." "Don''t worry, I have sent someone to investigate the origin of Max. Although there is something wrong with him, if he really has an unusual background, why is he living under the humiliation of that bitch?" Andreas''s eyes looked sharp. "If it wasn''t for him, I wouldn''t be worried." "He?" Hal paused, smiled and asked, "Your brother?" Andreas nodded. The eldest son of the Sandoval family, who lived a more brilliant life in the official world ahead of Andreas, got the attention of the Sandoval family. But no matter how hard Andreas worked, or how much contribution he had made for the family, he couldn''t get much attention from the family. "Only by getting the Sandoval Group, can I have the right to stand against him." Mix feelings shed in Andreas''s deep eyes. Max and Greta were just the obstacles to his rise to the top, and he didn''t even take them seriously. His real rival was his brother! All of a sudden! The phone rang! Andreas sipped his hot tea, and then answered the phone. "Mr. Andreas, something goes wrong!" The voice sounded flustered on the other end of the phone. "What''s going on?" Andreas spoke quietly, and didn''t get panicked. "Mr. Andreas, did you see the news?" His man said in a trembled voice. Andreas frowned. What did it mean? Andreas took out his phone and his smile froze when he saw the headline. "What''s the matter?" Hal, sitting across from Andreas, asked in a concerned way when he found Andreas in surprise. Andreas didn''t reply. He was staring at the screen of his phone, and his deep eyes shone with unbelievable coolness. Andreas couldn''t believe what he saw. He now was emitting a murderous aura! "That''s impossible!" Andreas looked so furious and ferocious that he smashed the mobile phone on the ground! Horrified, Hal understood what had happened and then he made an excuse to leave. After Hal left, Andreas stared out the window at the distant view and clenched his fists. The anger and enveloped him. In just a few hours, the headline news was reced by another entertainment news by a number of newspaper entertainment mediapanies. It was the same trick as he had used, but the protagonist was reced with Andreas!! And the entertainment mediapany''s reason was that the previous videos were faked, and these were the real ones. The news media unanimously changed their minds, which caught Andreas off guard! What Andreas couldn''t ept was that there was a video in the news, which was more credible than the previous one. In addition, the man was the second master of the Sandoval family, a big family in Beijing! What an exciting piece of news! Everyone would be excited by the gossip of a rich family! Andreas looked pale and shook with anger. This was an insult, an insult to his character! This was his invisible battle with Maxwell! He lost the game and he was unwilling to give up. "Call the Urban Media!" Andreas screamed, and a man rushed in with a phone. "Mr. Andreas." The man respectfully handed over the phone. Mr. Andreas called the Urban Media. He had to question Dous why he suddenly changed his mind! He had given Dous so many benefits, and Dous betrayed him eventually! And when Andreas called him, Dous didn''t answer his phone! Andreas called several times before he realized that Dous was avoiding him. Irritated, Andreas smashed the phone to the floor and stomped on it. "Maxwell!!" Andreas clenched his fists as the mansion echoed with his roar. Chapter 98 Dine with President Chapter 98 Dine with President Meanwhile, Maxwell, who was cleaning the windows and doing other household chores in the vi, suddenly sneezed several times. "Shit, who misses me?" Maxwell muttered. "Mr. Kirk, are you busy?" Behind him came a soft sound. Maxwell looked around and saw Le approaching. Le looked much better after a period of time of recuperation. "Yes, I have to clean the floor when I finish cleaning the windows." Maxwell rubbed the ss carefully. Le looks at Maxwell with interest. "Mr. Kirk always gives me an extraordinary feeling, but does ordinary things." When Le recovered, the first thing she did was to test Maxwell. During the time of recuperation, she recalled the time when she was unconscious and vaguely heard Maxwell talking to someone else as he treated her wounds. She couldn''t remember who the other person was, or what he had said to Maxwell, but she was certain there was another man there, and that he had told her and Greta there was only him when he arrived. Maxwell lied, and Le had a hunch that Maxwell was lying because he wanted to hide something. Le thought that maybe she could use this opportunity to expose Maxwell''s true intention and let Greta realize that the man around her was so disgusting. "Mr. Kirk, were you alone when I was injured and unconscious?" Le asked. "Yes, the others were dead. Didn''t you hear what the police said? There were only my footprints, and the monitor could show that there was only me," replied Maxwell. "Really?" Le raised her eyebrows. "But judging from my wound treatment, it doesn''t look like they were left by one person?" Le''s eyes were fixed on Maxwell, hoping to see something in his eyes. Le could tell whether Maxwell was lying as long as he was panicked. Unfortunately, Maxwell''s eyes were calm, as if Le were talking about someone else. Why did it matter to him? Le didn''t see anything in Maxwell''s eyes. Le was a bit disappointed. Her test didn''t work. She tried to test Maxwell with lies. But it didn''t work either. Maxwell looked as usual, calm andposed. But he could feel Le wanted to test him from the moment she spoke. How could he be fooled by Le? The wounds on Le were treated by him and the young man, who was not as skilled as him, but far better than many surgical experts. Le, of course, couldn''t see it. Her spection didn''t draw any secrets out of him. "My hand probably shook when I was sewing your wounds," Maxwell said lightly. Le didn''t say anything. She stared at Maxwell for a long time, nods, and whispered, "All right." Le, who had received training in the Special Force, could do nothing about Maxwell. She could only suppress her suspicion and turned to the second floor. She went back to her bedroom, and contacted a friend who had retired from the army and was now working for the police. A short timeter, Le got the surveince video of the road around the hotel that day. Le went through the video from cover to cover and found nothing suspicious. From the beginning to the end, only Maxwell came to the hotel, took Greta and Le out, and gave Le first aid. It seemed that everything happened as Maxwell said, and it made Le doubt herself. Was she mistaken? Le didn''t know that the surveince video she was watching had already been covered with another fake video by the young man, and everything was covered perfectly. In Sandoval Tower, Greta looked at the entertainment news headlines on theputer screen, and her red lips lifted with a smile. Greta picked up thendline, and made a phone call, "Melissa, put off the meeting for the night. I have something else to do tonight." "Yes, Ms. Greta." Melissa was stunned. In her mind, Ms. Greta had never put off an important meeting. It was the first time she did so. At the same time, Maxwell''s cell phone rang. Maxwell looked down and found Greta''s message, which read, ''Come and pick me up tonight''. Maxwell was overjoyed. This text message was implying that she agreed to go to dinner with him together! Maxwell was so excited. It had been four months. And it was the first time his wife had agreed to eat out with him. Maxwell was thrilled! If the young guy was here, he would definitely wonder if Maxwell was the legendary man as he had known. The superpowers would definitely be surprised to see him so excited! The Dragonlord was so excited at a woman agreeing to dine with him. Who would have thought that the legendary man who lived a secluded life would give in to a woman? Maxwell immediately dropped what he was doing and called the young man. "I''m going out to dine with my wife. What do you suggest I wear?" "You can wear what you like. Maxwell, you have hooked up with numerous girls. Why ask this?" The young man answered with disdain. "That''s different. She''s my wife. Tell me what to wear!" Maxwell snapped. "Fine. I''ll send it to you. Why so excited, boss?" signed the young man. ''The princess of Europe, the royal family of Saudi Arabia, and the goddess of wisdom in the dark world. Which one of the titles is not attractive? But you don''t take a fancy to them. Unexpectedly, you are thrilled because Greta agrees to dine with you." "I really do not know why you are infatuated with her." The young man sighed. "She''s my wife. She''s perfect." Maxwell looked up at a picture of Greta on the counter, and he wore a happy smile. *** Inside the mansion, Charlie looked at the headlines and said gloomily, "It goes too far. Andreas, don''t we fight back?" "Those two bitches." Alison pounded the table angrily. "The reputation of the Sandoval family is almost ruined by them!" Cecilia said gloomily. Andreas was sitting on the sofa, his face was dark and cold, "I have inquired into it. Urban Media was acquired this morning, and Dous was almost fired. Even if I give benefits to him, he is not at my disposal now." "What should we do? How about buying thepany back?" asked Alison. "Impossible, I had borrowed money from the familyst time, and I lost them all. Now the family is not willing to lend us a penny. We can''t buy back thepany." Charlie shook his head, looking grave. "We can''t just let Greta do whatever she wants to us." Cecilia said with resent. "Dous the jerk." Andreas let out a loud sound. "Tonight, I''m going to drown him!" As he spoke, a trace of danger shed across Andreas''s eyes. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g! *** The sun was setting, and the sky was cloaked in red sunset. The sky over Ocean City was tremendously beautiful. In the evening, at the gate of Sandoval Tower, a beautiful figure walked out early and went to the square outside Sandoval Tower. A ck Maybach parked on the side of the road. Next to the Maybach, there was a man leaning on the front of the car, looking at Greta with an air of indifference. As Greta approached, the man pulled open the door and smiled respectfully. "Ms. Greta, please." "Pretty punctual," said Greta. Maxwell grinned. "Ms. Greta, you look gorgeous today. That outfit really suits you." Greta didn''t say anything, but her cold face softened. At the gate of Sandoval Tower, with many employees looking on, the beautiful CEO sat in the rear of Maybach. The door closed, Maxwell got into the driver''s seat, and soon the Maybach galloped off into the distance. "What are we going to eat?" asked the gorgeous CEO, sitting in the back. "Hot pot?" Maxwell thought about it. He didn''t know what Greta liked to eat, so he asked offhand. "No, I have had it too many times," Greta refused. "Western food?" Maxwell asked. "No." "Home cooking?" "No." "Barbecue?" Greta finally grew impatient. She put her arms around her chest, and said coldly, "Can you ask me something I haven''t had before? There''s no point in asking what I have eaten before." Maxwell suddenly had an idea, "there''s a dish in Ocean City that you''ve never eaten before, but it''s super popr." "What it is?" Greta''s eyes lit up, and she looked curious. As thedy from a wealthy family, what delicacies had she never eaten? Especially the western food and some sort of stuff, she had gotten tired of them. If it was not for the sake of work, she would not eat any western food. What Maxwell mentioned had whetted Greta''s appetite. Greta didn''t believe that there was something in Ocean City that she had never tasted before. "You''ll see when you get there," Maxwell said mysteriously. "Well." Greta snorted disdainfully. At night, Ocean City was shrouded by colorful neon. Many kerbsides were filled with tables and stools, and the mixed fragrance of many delicacies filled the air, making the night very lively. This kind of food stall, which was very popr with themon people, was usually scorned by high- ranking people. The streets bustled with traffic, and Maxwell drove his Maybach carefully through the crowds. As soon as Maybach arrived, it attracted a lot of attention. Seldom did a luxury care to the food stalls, let alone a Maybach. "What is this ce?" Greta asked curiously. "You will see it when you get there," he said with a smile. "I know you haven''t been here." Greta looked out of the window with curiosity. She thought she knew Ocean City very well, but she had never thought that there was such a ce in Ocean City. The Maybach inched forward and finally pulled to a stop on the side of the road. "Here we are." Maxwell got out of the car and pulled open the door. A pair of slender, fair legs stepped out of the car. Greta stood on the road, looking curiously at everything around her, like a child exploring a new world. "Come on, Ms. Greta." Maxwell reached out and suddenly took Greta''s hand. Chapter 99 Zachariah Sandoval Chapter 99 Zachariah Sandoval Greta shuddered and got gooseflesh all over. Maxwell offered to hold her hand, making her frown instinctively. Greta had always hated other men holding her hand. She was very defensive about this kind of physical contact! But somehow, Greta let Maxwell lead her to a seat. At the corner of a small food stall, Maxwell brought two stic stools and sat down. "Take a seat," said Maxwell, pointing to the stic stool nearby. Greta timidly looked around. She felt that the surroundings were dirty and messy. And the stic tool seemed not clean. Could she feel at ease to have dinner at such ce? Greta was upset, and Maxwell, who could see Greta''s anxiety, smiled, and pulled out a few napkins and put them on the stool. "Sit down, my Ms. Greta," Maxwellughed. Greta red at Maxwell, then carefully gathered up her skirt, sat down, folded her legs, and looked around. "Where''s the menu?" Greta asked, looking around for the menu. "Menu?" Maxwell paused for a moment, then exined, "There''s no menu." "Hey, sir, give me some spicy crayfish, the more the better," Maxwell said to the boss. "All right." "How can you order food without a menu?" Greta looked at Maxwell with a puzzled look. She had never been to such kind of food stall before. "There are many regr visitors here, and they all are familiar with the menu, so they don''t even need a menu," said Maxwell, "I found this food stall on the Inte, and it got the highest rating in crayfish." "The highest rating? With the surroundings like this?" Greta frowned, showing a hint of disgust. "The surrounding is not important as long as the food is delicious." Maxwell smiled faintly. "You''ll see how delicious their food is." Greta looked at Maxwell with an incredulous look. Soon, a hot bowl of crayfish was served. Greta zed over at the bright red crayfish. "Ms. Greta, please." Maxwell put on the stic gloves. "It... are they edible?" Greta held out her slender fingers, gingerly lifting up the crayfish by the whiskers. Greta looked pale. The strong and powerful CEO was timid when facing a hot and spicy crayfish dish. "Of course they are edible." Maxwell was stunned. "Well." Greta''s eyes swept over the crayfish with a hard shell. The two bulging shrimp eyes frightened her! While Greta hesitated, Maxwell peeled off the shell and relished the delicious shrimp. "It''s so delicious and tender." While Maxwell was enjoying the shrimps, Greta had been studying the crayfish for a long time. "Why don''t you try it?" Maxwell looked at Greta and paused. "I can''t do it," Greta said. "You don''t know how to peel off the shell?" Maxwell stared at Greta. "You don''t want me to peel it for you, do you?" Maxwell had a bad hunch, and Greta nodded, blinking at Maxwell. So, Maxwell put down his half-peeled shrimp, then began to peel the shrimps for her. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g! The key was that Maxwell had to carefully peel the shells off and pick out the meat while resisting the steaming aroma of the shrimps. However, when Greta summoned up her courage and tasted the shrimp with great care, she was surprised to find that the shrimp was sweet, soft and tender with a spicy vor. It did taste great! Greta blinked as Maxwell peeled the shrimps and urged him to hurry up. Maxwell was so speechless. He intended to let the president treat him to dinner, but they ended up having shrimps and he was asked to peel the shrimps for her! Maxwell stared bitterly at the shrimps, fantasizing about how delicious they were and handing it to Greta. Greta took a deep breath. The spicy crayfish meat was so fresh and spicy that her red lips were numb. Gradually, Greta ate more and more. Usually, she would only have a small bowl of rice. But today, she had finished up arge bowl of shrimps! "Are there any more?" Greta sipped her red lips and looked expectantly at Maxwell. "Yes." Maxwell sighed and called the boss over again. Later, Greta ate several more bowls, and Maxwell felt tired. Greta was satisfied after having several bowls of shrimps. She belched and said, "I''m full." Greta got up and walked with Maxwell to the Maybach, which was parked at the side of the road. On the way home, Greta suddenly said, "Come to this food stall next time." Maxwell was stunned for a moment and said with a wry smile, "Ms. Greta. You got addicted to it, but I haven''t had many shrimps." "Haven''t you just had some?" Greta looked confused, as if she didn''t know anything about it. Maxwell was speechless. He was just busy peeling the shrimps for her, and didn''t have much time to have some. But Maxwell held back his anger, smiled, and said softly, "Greta, if you like it, we''lle to that food stall next time." "Thank you." Greta nodded and said, "I''ll treat you next time." *** In the mansion, Andreas walked into his study and sat down at his desk. His eyes were deep, and rested on the old telephone in front of him. There was more than one phone in the house, but only Andreas knew that this old-fashioned phone, which appeared to be just a decoration, was the most unusual in the whole house because the old phone could be connected to a special ce in Beijing. That ce, even the Sandoval family, was out of reach. Andreas took a deep breath and held up the old phone. "Andreas?" Momentster, a deep, steady voice rang out on the other end of the phone. "Brother," Andreas spoke humbly. He was always untamed and arrogant, but in front of the man, he put aside his dignity! This man was Zachariah Sandoval, who Andreas wouldn''t bepared with! Zachariah was the future head of the Sandoval family. In Beijing officialdom, everyone knew him! Zachariah''s fame in the officialdom was bigger than Andreas''s in the market. He was so powerful in the officialdom that without him, the Sandoval family could hardly raise its head when it was down and out! Although Andreas was a prodigy, he was dwarfed by Zachariah. "What do you want from me? How are you in Ocean City. Is everything all right?" Zachariah asked. "Brother, I''m in trouble in Ocean City," said Andreas. "Oh? This man is not simple if he can cause you troubles," Zachariah said slowly. "Brother, I want you to do me a favor. Could you help me check a person?" pleaded Andreas. "Go ahead. I''ll try my best." "Maxwell Kirk!" Andreas said, looking sharp. He didn''t believe he couldn''t find out who Maxwell was! Even though he had to put aside his dignity and asked his brother for help, he had to figure out who Maxwell was! "Maxwell Kirk?" Zachariah was slightly surprised when he heard the name. ¡®What''s the matter, brother?" Andreas asked. "I can''t check out who he is," Zachariah said slowly. "Why?" Andreas frowned. His brother was in a high position in officialdom, but he couldn''t check out who Maxwell was? "Just let the man go for the moment. Andreas, don''t get involved with this man. Even I can''t find out who he is," said Zachariah. Andreas was taken aback by what Zachariah meant. He had already looked it up before? "You know him too, brother?" Andreas asked. "I have been watching you silently. I have information about everyone you know, except Maxwell Kirk!" Zachariah said seriously. "He seems to be just a matrilocal son-inw of the Sandoval family, but many things are inextricably linked with him." "Andreas, you know what I mean?" Zachariah said meaningfully. Andreas was totally stunned. His brother couldn''t find any information about Maxwell? What did it mean? Even Zachariah, who was in high position, couldn''t find any useful information. Maybe Maxwell''s background was so strong that even Zachariah was not qualified to know it. Or, Maxwell was just a humble kept man, so there was nothing worth recording. Andreas hung up the phone. It was the first time he went lost, and felt the chill down his spine. Who the hell was Maxwell? Was he really just a kept man? Chapter 100 The Goddess of Wisdom Chapter 100 The Goddess of Wisdom At this time, Maxwell did not know that someone was secretly investigating his identity. He peeled the fruit for Greta, as he always did. Maxwell had just sliced a watermelon and handed it to Greta when his phone rang. Maxwell took out his phone and saw it was Isadora. When Maxwell answered, the cold voice on the other end of the phone said, "So I''m just a tool for you, right?" "Give me a chance to exin. We''ve all been used," Maxwell said. "Exin?" On the other end of the phone, Isadora''s voice was no longer sexy, but husky. "You used me against that man. Good!" "If you read the headlines, you will know it. Both of us were used, and it was the man who did it. I''m just getting back at him for us." "Shameless!" No matter what Maxwell said, it didn''t work. Isadora didn''t want to hear anything from Maxwell, so she snapped off the phone. All of a sudden, a seductive voice came from behind, "Oh, you''re hooking with others." Maxwell looked around and saw Harriet leaning against the door with her arms around her chest, watching him with interest. "Don''t tease me," Maxwell gave a wry smile. "No, I''m just helping Greta to ask who that woman is." Harriet walked up to Maxwell. "A friend of mine," Maxwell said to himself, his scalp tingling. "A friend of yours?" Harriet half smiled. "Yeah, just a friend..." Maxwell chuckled. "Is she good-looking?" Harriet asked. "Not as good-looking as you and Greta..." Maxwell looked serious. "If you dare to hook up with others, Greta and I won''t let you go!" Harriet warned with her beautiful eyes ring at him. *** In recent days, the Sandoval Group had finally be calm and quiet after having experienced one storm after another. Meanwhile, Greta had hired several private detectives to find out who the mysterious man was based on the overseas bank ount. Greta would like to express her sincere thanks to him. Without him, perhaps the entire Sandoval Group would have fallen down. The mysterious man saved the Sandoval Group. But to Greta''s surprise, the mysterious man had never contacted her in any way. It looked like he didn''t want to get the money back. One afternoon, while Maxwell was cleaning the vi, a ck car, like a sh of lightning, rushed over from a distance. A piercing sound sounded, and a Rolls-Royce phantom steadily stopped at the door of the vi. The door opened and a familiar figure stepped out of the car and walked up to Maxwell. It was the handsome young man. "Boss, something''s wrong." The handsome young man walked in a hurry and looked grave. "What''s the matter?" Maxwell looked cool, but he also looked serious. A matter that even troubled the youth wouldn''t be a piece of cake. "The Western Dark World may be in turmoil, and you need to go back there and take charge," said the handsome young man. Maxwell stayed calm and refused. "It''s impossible. The man who wanted to kill my wife has not been found. She''s still in danger. I can''t leave now." "At present, I can only find out that he''s in a big family in Beijing which remains unknown and we''ve been searching it," the young man paused for a moment, then said, "Sir, you have to go back this time. During your retreat, the overseas world is far less calm than before. Our brothers in the base feel that something is going to happen." "Only you can stabilize the overseas world and deter those who want to make troubles." Maxwell''s eyes were deep, looking out of the French window. "Boss, here''s the thing. There is a ne from Western Dark World to set sail for China. The one on the ne is the Goddess of Wisdom," the youth solemnly said, "I have checked that the Goddess of Wisdom is destined for Ocean City!" Maxwell was stunned. Nothing could surprise him. But what the young man said startled him. "Oh my god! Is that womaning?! Why the hell didn''t you tell me earlier?" Maxwell looked terribly shocked! Maxwell had a strong aura that made the young man pale. "I never thought that the Goddess of Wisdom woulde to Ocean City, and no one knows that you are living in secret in Ocean City," whispered the young man. Maxwell shook his head with a grave look. "It''s none of your business," he said in a low voice. "You can hide it from anyone, but not from her!" The young man''s heart trembled. He remembered what Maxwell had said. The Goddess of Wisdom was not only a wonderful creature, but a helpless woman! But she could be one of the most dangerous people overseas! Even Maxwell had to guard against her! How many times did she nearly kill Maxwell? If it hadn''t been for Maxwell''s good fortune, he would have died! Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org. "What should we do now?" said the youth, "Now it is toote to send the brothers in the base here." "No," Maxwell shook his head. "It''s useless. If she wants, a million men could be destroyed in an instant." The young man was stunned. "What should we do?" "Just take one step at a time," Maxwell said slowly, looking grave. The young man turned and walked out of the vi and got into the Rolls-Royce Phantom when Le, who happened to be leaning against the windowsill, saw the scene. Le''s eyes froze. For some reason, she always felt the man was familiar. Le tried to recall who he was, but she couldn''t. She didn''t know him at all. *** In the International Airport of Ocean City. A woman with long hair walked out of the airport. With the silver hair behind her shoulders, she looked perfectly beautiful, and her blue eyes were shining bright. She was dragging a suitcase, walking among the crowd. Behind the sunsses, the beautiful eyes were swept around, as if looking for someone. "Dragonlord! You must die!" The woman murmured and there was a trace of cold light in her eyes. "Beauty, are you traveling alone? Do you need me to help you carry the suitcase?" Suddenly, a burly figure walked up to her, eyeing her up and down. She looked at the man and took off the sunsses, and gave him a charming smile. "I''m sorry," she said in a clear, maic voice, "It''s my first time here. I don''t know where the nearest hotel is." The man was so excited when he saw how beautiful the woman was!! The man eyed her up and down. The woman was in good shape. Although she was wearing casual clothes, it couldn''t hide her sexy shape. The man was super excited to encounter such a hot girl! "Don''t worry, I know where the nearest hotel is. I''ll take you there!" The man took the suitcase. He had made up his mind that he would definitely take her to a top hotel and enjoy it! He would definitely not miss such a good chance! He had to call his friends over. "Thank you. That''s very kind of you." said the woman. But the man had already had an evil n in his mind. They walked side by side, and suddenly, the woman said to the security guard of the airport, "Excuse me, could you help me?" The man was confused by her, not knowing what she asked the security guard for. Those security guards were stunned upon hearing what the woman said, and looked at the man from time to time. The man suddenly had a bad hunch. All of a sudden, from both sides of the airport, two teams of police rushed out with ammunition! The man was startled by the police holding explosion-proof shield and ck guns! "Put down your arms and hold up your hands!" Several security guards rushed to the man. Before he realized what happened, he was jumped on! "The gun is at his waist." said the woman, and the security guard then pulled out a jade-made pistol from the waist of the man! The man looked at this gun,pletely dumbfounded! He didn''t even know how to use a gun. When did he have a gun in his belt? He didn''t know what happened! The man was confused, desperately struggling, and shouted, "This gun is not mine. I have never touched a gun!" Suddenly, he looked at the woman, and realized that he had been framed! "It''s her! This gun is hers! Not mine..." The man roared loudly, and the airport was a mess. The woman gave a light smile and turned around, pulling the trunk to the door. Chapter 101 A Dangerous Woman Chapter 101 A Dangerous Woman The airport was in chaos. When the security guards reacted, the woman had disappeared. "Where has she gone?" The two guards looked at each other. But the woman had already walked out of the airport and got into a taxi. In the evening, a Maybach slowed to a stop in front of a vi. Looking tired, Greta walked into the mansion with stilettos. Once she got home, Greta kicked off her high heels andy down on the sofa, breathing gently. "Ms. Greta, take a good rest." Maxwell poured a cup of tea and ced it on the coffee table in front of Greta. While Greta was drinking, Maxwell brought a basin of hot water to Greta. "Ms. Greta, you must be tired from all day''s work," Maxwell said with a smile. "I''ll give you a massage." "No, I will take a showerter." Greta was kinder to Maxwell these days. No one knew whether it was because Maxwell had taken her to eat crayfish or something else. "Ms. Greta, you know how great my massage skills are. You haven''t had a massage for so long and you''ve been tired from work recently. You may suffer when you are on your period, right?" Maxwell said. Greta raised her eyebrows. Maxwell was right. Greta indeed felt tired. Maxwell took Greta''s slender legs, and his big hands gently moved up the high-grade ck stockings. The sound of rubbing against the silk stockings nearly aroused his desire. Maxwell gently took off he stockings. A pair of exquisite smooth feet was shown in front of Maxwell. The nails were crystal and the skin was as smooth and delicate as that of a baby. Maxwell gently put Greta''s feet into the hot water. Maxwell held the ankle and carefully massaged the feet for Greta. Greta looked down and watched Maxwell carefully as he washed her feet, with mixed feelings in her beautiful eyes. Maxwell was really nice, but in Greta''s eyes, Maxwell was still just a son-inw who was reviled by people, and he didn''t have the qualities that Greta liked. Maxwell and the mysterious man were so far apart that Greta sometimes wanted Maxwell to learn from the mysterious man. What Greta hated most was that Maxwell ran away from danger. Maxwell expertly massaged for Greta, which made Greta feelfortable and numb. Even the pain in her lower abdomen seemed to ease a little. "Gee... I really envy some girls. They are loved by their husbands but they don''t know how happy they are." Suddenly, Harriet came down from the second floor with a smile and sat beside Greta. Greta gave Harriet a sulky look and said coldly, "Why don''t you find a husband?" "Which man''s skills can be as good as your husband''s? He just gave you a massage, and the pain disappears," Harriet said. "Let him give you a massage if you have the ability," Greta said. "No. There''s a female demon next to me. How dare I do so?" Harriet teased. Maxwell squatted and massaged Greta''s feet for half an hour before drying them with a towel. By this time, the pain in Greta''s body hadrgely dissipated, and she felt refreshed. Now she felt sleepy. "I''m going to sleep." Greta said wearily as she made her way up the spiral staircase to the second floor. *** A weekter, in the Sandoval Tower. Sitting in the president''s office, Greta picked up the phone and dialed a number. At this time, Maxwell was busy doing housework in the vi. "What''s the matter, Ms. Greta?" When Maxwell saw it was Greta calling him, he picked it up immediately. "Pick someone up for me. Some of my men are busy now," said Greta. "No problem." Maxwell agreed without hesitation. This showed that Greta believed in him! In the afternoon, Maxwell rode his bicycle to Sandoval Tower, pulled the Maybach out of its underground garage and headed toward the hotel address Greta had given him. The Maybach S-ss was parked in front of a hotel, and a long-haired woman wearing sunsses walked out of the hotel. Maxwell sat in the driver''s seat and looked over his shoulder at the woman. He felt she was somewhat familiar. The woman walked straight up to Maxwell''s car, opened the door and got in. T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. The fragrance soon filled the air in the car. When Maxwell smelled the perfume, his face froze. Maxwell suddenly turned his head and stared straight at the woman. The he became alerted. "We haven''t seen for a long time," said the woman with a smile. Maxwell reached out his hand and took off the woman''s sunsses. A good-looking face appeared in front of him. ''It''s you!" said Maxwell sharply. Never had he thought that he would meet the beautiful but dangerous woman here! "Was it a surprise?" said the woman with a charming smile that no man would resist. Maxwell stared straight at her. He was indeed surprised and flustered. The famous The Goddess of Wisdom of Western Dark World, Metis! This woman, wanted by many superpowers, was sitting next to him. "What are you doing in China?" Maxwell said coldly. "Nothing, just hanging around." Metis smiled weakly. Maxwell, of course, did not believe this woman, who was known as the most dangerous woman in the world. Even Maxwell would fall into her trap. Naturally, Maxwell dared not let down his guard. "Start the car." said Metis. "Get out of the car. The person I''m going to pick up is not you," Maxwell said. Metis gave Maxwell a look of surprise, "Dragonlord, you''ve been out of your mind, have you? I am the client of the Sandoval Group. If you don''t send me to the Sandoval Group, you know what will happen." "Metis, what are you doing?" Maxwell looked grim. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Metis by the throat! In Western Dark World, the one Maxwell was most afraid of was Metis! The woman was so deceptive. If he wasn''t alerted, he would be enchanted and tortured by her. Maxwell was afraid that Metis''s visit to China would affect the Sandoval Group. "What do I want? Will I tell you?" Metis looked calm. "Dragonlord, I advise you to take me to the Sandoval Group safe and sound. The meeting is about to start. If I''mte, you know the consequences." Maxwell''s face was pale. Slowly he let go of his hand. "I warn you, Metis, if it affects the Sandoval Group, even if it does a little damage to Greta, I won''t let you go no matter where you hide!" "Of course I know, you''re Dragonlord. Who dares to offend you? "Metis gave a charming smile. *** In the meeting room of the Sandoval Group. Greta sat in her seat and waited anxiously. Metis should have arrived at this time. There were only five minutes left for the meeting to start, but she hadn''t arrived yet. Greta called Maxwell numerous times, but he didn''t answer. Three minutes... Two minutes... As the minutes passed, Greta began to regret asking Maxwell to pick Metis up. He always dropped the ball at critical moments. Suddenly, the sound of clear high-heeled shoes on the ground came in from the outside. A beautiful woman came in with an apologetic smile, "I''m sorry, the car broke down, so I''m almostte. Sorry to keep you waiting." Maxwell waited at the door for a full hour. When the meeting was over and Greta came out, Maxwell followed Greta into the office. "What happened? Why the car would break down?" Greta asked, frowning. "The tire got t, and it took some time to rece it," Maxwell said dryly. "Ms. Greta, we cannot work with Metis," Maxwell said suddenly. Greta was stunned. "Why?" Chapter 102 Forget What Happened that Night Chapter 102 Forget What Happened that Night "You''ll know itter." Maxwell said meaningfully. But in Greta''s eyes, she thought Maxwell was talking nonsense and she ignored him. How could she give up the cooperation with Metis if he didn''t tell her the reasons? "Just a reminder," Maxwell smiled faintly and left. "You know her?" Suddenly, Maxwell paused, and felt nervous. He slowly turned his head and found Greta''s beautiful eyes staring at him coldly. Maxwell shuddered at Greta''s grim look. He quickly said, "Of course not. I just don''t think she looks like a nice person." "Get out." Greta softened her tone andmanded. "All right." Maxwell let out a sigh of relief and scampered out of the office. At the moment when Maxwell walked out of the office, Greta raised a meaningful smile. Greta made a phone call and said in a fluent, authentic foreignnguage, "Are you free tonight? Let''s have dinner together." In thete afternoon, Maxwell sat next to Greta in a private room in the five-star hotel. He looked curiously at the delicate and luxurious cold dishes on the table and said, "Ms. Greta, who are you waiting for? You''ve been waiting for so long." "You''ll know when shees," Greta said lightly. Five minutester, outside the corridor, there spread the sound of high-heeled shoes. Maxwell was shocked! The familiar high-heeled shoes sound sent chill down his spine! And he looked fierce immediately! Maxwell jerked his head around and looked at the box door! A woman with long hair suddenly walked in! It was Metis! Maxwell would never forget this woman! Because of her, his life was in danger many times! "Ms. Greta, your chauffeur is here too?" Metis took off her sunsses, nced over Greta, and finally Maxwell''s face twitched. Was Metis insulting him? After Metis sat down, they soon started chatting. Hot dishes were served, and neither Greta nor Metis had eaten much, instead, they were talking merrily. Maxwell, on the other hand, wolfed down the dishes. Greta, who was chatting with Metis, could not bear to look at his greedy look, and warned, "Take it slowly." "Ms. Greta, leave the servants alone. They certainly don''t have the same eating manners as we do," Metisughed. Greta nodded and smiled. "You are right. I didn''t expect that we can reach the agreement so fast." All of a sudden, the drumstick in Maxwell''s left hand quivered slightly, and Maxwell''s eyes became deep. Maxwell stared at Metis. Naturally, he would not believe that Metis, as the Goddess of Wisdom from the Western Dark World, would juste here to cooperate with the Sandoval Group. The profit from this coboration was probably less than one thousandth of Metis''s price. Metis seemed to notice that Maxwell was staring at her. She smiled a little and asked, "Do you have any question?" "No, I just want to tell you that the dishes have been served, and you can eat now." Maxwell calmed down and smiled. Greta nced over the table and frowned. "You''ve eaten so much. What are we going to eat now? Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g! Your leftovers?" Greta looked disgruntled for Maxwell''s impoliteness. She was afraid Metis had changed her impressions on herself. Although the Sandoval Group and Metis partnership seemed to be a done deal, Greta didn''t want to lower her status in the eyes of others because of Maxwell. Maxwell felt so wronged. Greta and Metis were chatting, leaving him hungry. "Ms. Greta," Maxwell said with a smile, "there are still a few delicious meals toe. I''m just afraid you''ll be too full and not have the appetite to eat the mealster." Greta grunted, turned her head and took Metis''s hand intimately. "Let''s get something to eat first." "Good." Metis smiled, picked up her bowl, handed it to Maxwell, and said, "Help me with the soup." Maxwell''s face stiffened. Metis was clearly ordering him in the voice of a superiormanding her subordinates. Maxwell looked up into Metis''s beautiful eyes coldly. In the past, in the home base overseas, Metis wouldn''t dare to talk to him in such tone, otherwise, she might receive harsh punishment. But now it was different. He still hid his identity in China, which meant that Metis had gotten something on him! No one would believe that the Dragonlord would be at the disposal of the Goddess of Wisdom in China. "All right." Maxwell smiled quickly, nodded, and graciously served Metis a bowl full of soup. "Turn that dish for me." "Peel this shrimp for me." Metis then treated Maxwell like a ve, giving orders at will. Maxwell was more of a Metis''s servant that Metis''s driver! However, Greta didn''tin about that. And she felt less angry seeing Maxwell serving Metis. Metis enjoyed it very much, and a smile shed in her beautiful eyes. She was teasing Maxwell on purpose, and she was taking revenge! When Maxwell had gotten everything ready, Metis nodded in satisfaction and said, "Ms. Greta, you''ve got a really good driver." Maxwell''s mouth twitched. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Maxwell pulled it out and saw a text message from an overseas number. "I didn''t expect Dragonlord would be so considerate." Maxwell knew that it was from Metis and that Metis was insulting him. However, Maxwell couldn''tin but smiled. If it weren''t for Greta, Maxwell would definitely have taught Metis a hard lesson. When they finished the meal, Maxwell served some tea for Greta and Metis and listened to their conversation. They chatted everything, from skin care products to cosmetics, from jewelry to bags. And Maxwell was like a water waiter, unable to get a word in. After a meal, Greta and Metis were almost as close as sisters. Greta hugged Metis''s arm and said with a friendly smile, "That''s a deal. If there are any good cosmetics and bags in the future, please help me buy them as soon as possible." "Of course," Metis said, ncing at Maxwell and smiling. "He''s such a nice driver. I have a good time tonight!" "Take the car." Greta nced over at Maxwell. "Okay, take your time. I''ll go get the car." Maxwell was too upset to say anything, and only smiled tteringly. A momentter, he pulled Maybach out of the underground garage and stopped by the roadside. The two women opened the door and sat in. Immediately, the air was filled with the fragrance of the two beauties. Maxwell took a deep breath and felt pleasant. He started the car, and on the road, Maxwell couldn''t help watching Metis and Greta sitting in the back through the rearview mirror. They were both beautiful and in good shape. How nice would it be if both of them could be his women! But Maxwell didn''t really dare to do so. Metis was a wild rose with thorns, while Greta only changed her opinions of him recently. Metis''s hotel was a long way away, so Maxwell took Greta back to the mansion and then drove Metis back to the hotel. As Greta opened the car door and entered the mansion, Maxwell''s face turned cold and harsh. "Metis, what are you doing?!" "Don''t you know what I''m doing, Dragonlord?" Metis stared at Maxwell coolly, emitting an aura of coldness. "Let the past be the past. Why are you still obsessing with it?" Maxwell smoked a cigarette, exhaled a puff of smoke. "For you, it has passed, but for me, it''s not!" Metis said coldly. Every word seemed to be an invisible de, prating Maxwell''s heart. "Dragonlord! I said I would never let you go as long as I''m alive." Metis clenched her teeth, "I''ll definitely get back at you!" "Can''t you forget what happened that night?" Maxwell sighed. Chapter 103 Spider Gang Chapter 103 Spider Gang "No, you can''t!" Hearing Maxwell mention what happened that night, Metis, with her charming face scowling, suddenly shuddered. Metis dared not to recall what she had suffered from that night. "Metis, if you hadn''t needled me, I wouldn''t have done that." sighed Maxwell, not knowing what to do. "Shut up!" quivered Metis, staring angrily at Maxwell. If her sight were harmful, Maxwell could have been in tatters. "Dragon! Remember! I will never let you off! I''ll pay back the pain I suffered from that night as much as possible!" snarled Metis, crossing her arms across her chest. She was so wrathful as if she could kill at any moment, which sent the atmosphere in the car tenser. Gazing at her charming face, Maxwell seemed speechless. Gorgeous and tender as Metis appeared to be, she was, in fact, such a vicious soul! Regardless the potential danger, too many people lost their life. "Metis, you can directlye at me, but do not harm others." said Maxwell, smoking deeply. "Instead, I''m quite curious about Greta." sneered Metis, gluing her eyes on Maxwell. His expression suddenly changed when he heard the name Greta, which targeted at his weakness. Scowling at Metis, Maxwell suddenly pinched her tender throat! "How dare you, Metis! If you dare to make a move, believe it or not, I would take down your pce!" roared Maxwell, with his voice trembling in the air. "Huh, it seems you have a crush on her... So what, you wanna throttle me?" sniffed Metis, who remained calm all the time with her attractive eyes gazing at Maxwell. "Now your home base is in the target of twenty intercontinental missiles. See, TWENTY missiles! It would be enough to crush you if your base is fired." sniggered Metis. Startled, Maxwell couldn''t have imagined that Metis was such a demon that she had already hatched a plot and even foresaw his attack. He gritted his teeth... He had rarely been restricted by others, but Metis was such a formidable enemy who predicted all his uing actions. "What on earth do you want?" uttered Maxwell. "I arrived in Ocean City not for killing you. Your life is in my hand. I don''t want to take it that early now." said Metis. T¨ºxt ? N?velDrama.Org. "Then for what? Leave Ocean City in chaos?" said Maxwell, blinking his eyes which went deep. "Ocean city is useless to me. I don''t see any benefits if I caused uproar here." beamed Metis, "I''m just here for one thing. Once I get it, I''ll leave soon." "Just for one thing?" asked Maxwell, bewildering. If Metis just revealed her goal, Maxwell would not take it seriously, but when she said just for getting one thing, how could he believe in it? Only a fool could believe that it was solely for one object that the Goddess of Wisdom from Dark World travelled far to Ocean City. "Right! I''ll leave after getting it." chortled the Goddess of Wisdom. Her smile was so calm that no one could figure out her real purpose. "Just drive" she whispered, with her pleasant smell prating into his nose. ¡­ In the vi, Greta watched TV for a long time in her bedroom. Opening the door, Maxwell went in. "Did you send her to the hotel?" asked Greta. Maxwell nodded. He appeared calm, but an unveiling uneasiness remained in his eyes. "I''m sleepy now, Ms. Greta. I should take a nap in my bedroom." he said, went back and gave a phone call. A young man answered his call. "Keep an eye on Metis. Her arrival here is with some detrimental purpose..." said Maxwell firmly. "Yes, sir!" After hanging up, Maxwell stood by the window. A st of wind at night came with coolness. Maxwell gazed through the window, with a touch of worry in his eyes. ¡­ One day in the afternoon, after Maxwell finished the housework, Le removed the bandage on her underbelly. The wound had already been recovered. Then she flexed her body and went out. "What''re you going to do?" Maxwell asked her to stop. "My wound is nearly recovered. No one has protected Ms. Greta these days, but at least I can ensure her safety." nced Le at him scornfully. It should be Maxwell, Greta''s man, who made sure Greta was safe. Whereas, who could imagine that Maxwell was such a jerk that Greta had got to employ Le as her bodyguard to ensure her safety. "What''s the use of safety? Versatile as you are, you still failed to protect herpletely." muttered Maxwell. Though heined in a low voice, it didn''t prevent Le from catching his words. She turned around, giving him an indifferent glimpse and saying, "Unlike someone who only knows how to hide behind ady and to seek help from her, I tried my best to ensure her safety." Then, she strode outside the vi. Maxwell stared at her figure, gradually smiling. Firm and persistent, two security guards stood still at the entrance of Sandoval Tower. Suddenly, two men in colorful shirt approached there offensively. Reaching their hands, two guards stopped them, saying politely, "Sorry sir, please tell me why you are here, because outsiders are not allowed to enter the Sandoval Group these days." This was a new regtion implemented by the Sandoval Group, where the Sandoval Group attempted to avoid the chaos from strangers because of an increase of violence rate in Ocean City. "Damn! I have friends here. Can''t I even see them?" said one of the men in colorful shirt, feeling indignant. "No, you are not allowed unless one of our staff here bring you in." said the guard, without permission. "Fuck off!" uttered another man indifferently, suddenly pushing the guard away. "Bump!" The man reached his hand all of a sudden and snapped at the guard. "How dare you, such a guard dog! No one dares to behave badly in front of me in Spider Gang." yelled that man, hit the underbelly of the guard and kick him meters away with his mouth spitting blood. "Stop!" All of a sudden the leader of guard yelled, followed by 10 other guards galloping here. "All right...Damn powerful! Huh! I will never let you off!" warned the two men, squinting at the approaching guards eye to eye. They fled soon and disappeared into the distance in a minute just as other guards put two injured guards back to their feet again. After the tumult, everything quickly came back to normal. However, unexpectedly, the square saw a gradual decrease of crowds in front of the entrance of the Sandoval Tower. In an instant, a flood of people gathered faraway and aggressively drew near the Sandoval Tower. Standing by the French window, Greta overlooked the scenery through the window. Her eyes suddenly focused on the square where the entrance of the Sandoval Tower was closely blocked by a swarm of people. A group of guards dashed from the entrance, blocking the door and facing off the crowd. The atmosphere then intensified, like a bomb about to explode. However, controlled by a gang of riots, two guards at the entrance, with their heads pressed down, were kicked and punched fiercely by two men in colorful shirts, and soon they were tarnished with blood and injuries. Seeing that, Greta pressed her eyebrows seriously and reckoned that they were here for uproar. Chapter 104 Came for Troubles Chapter 104 Came for Troubles On the square outside the Sandoval Tower, the tension had increased. The two sides were on the verge of a fight. A group of security guards with a high-tension piezoelectric rod surged out of the Sandoval Group to confront the men in fancy clothes standing at the gate! And the two leaders of the gang, arrogantly clutching a security guard who had hurt his head. "Shit, dare to call for help? That''s disrespect for the Spider Gang," the two men shouted loudly, which frightened the staff in the Sandoval Tower! No one knew what these men were for, and dared to make troubles. But no one dared to stop them, not because of the men''s hideous look. More importantly, the force that backed them up was the Spider Gang! That was the biggest underground force in the Ocean City! The leader of the Spider Gang was one of the most powerful man in Ocean City. As everyone in Ocean City knew, the Spider Gang was the most dangerous underground force in Ocean City. Now the Spider Gang hade after the Sandoval Group. Everyone was frightened. More and more people gathered at the gate of the Sandoval Tower. They were curious about how the Sandoval Group would resolve this conflict. The two men controlled the security guard, kicking him from time to time, and the guard''s uniform was already stained with blood. All of a sudden, a man in a suit and tie walked out of the gate of the Sandoval Tower with a serious look and shouted, "Who is making trouble in the Sandoval Group?" "Spider Gang!" Two men sneered. "Spiders Gang?" The man paused, nced at the gang, and was stunned. "So, why are you here at the Sandoval Group today?" The man''s face softened and he put on an awkward smile. The Spider Gang was famous in Ocean City, and everyone had heard of it, not to mention the head of the guards, whose legs almost went limp now. "I''m the head of the security guards. If you have anyints, you can tell me. Why call some many men here?" The head of the security guards bent down, without a trace of arrogance, which made many staff around shocked. The head of the security guards changed his attitude so fast. How could he maintain the security of Sandoval Tower in normal times? With people like him working in thepany, no wonder there would be someone who dared to assassinate Greta. The two men nced at the man and smiled arrogantly, "Comints? The building is such an eyesore. Can you tear it down?" The head of the security guards looked awkward, and there was an outcry followed by a dead silence. These men were totally looking for trouble. "Don''t talk bullshit if you can''t do that!" Suddenly, one of the gangsters kicked the man in the chest! With a clear sound of bone cracking, the head of the security guards fell down on the ground, sshing a mouthful of blood! The people present were shocked. These men dared to assault people in the public! The employees were furious, but they didn''t dare not to say anything. "Such a waste can be the head of the security guard? Are the Sandoval Group all wastes??" snapped the gangster. "Hit him to death!" Another gangster said coldly. "Stop it!" At that moment, a cold sound came from the Sandoval Tower, which made the two gangsters'' hands stop in the mid-air. At the end of the crowd, a beautiful woman came with a cold look. Many of the employees were shocked. They didn''t expect Ms. Greta woulde by herself. Greta was followed by Melissa and Le. Melissa stared at the two gangsters, and she would call the police without hesitation if things got out of control. As Le swept over the two men, there was a strange look in her eyes. No one knew what she was thinking about. "Who are you?" The two gangsters smiled at each other and when they looked at Greta, there was a sh of lust and malice in their eyes. "I''m the president of the Sandoval Group. If you have anyints, you can talk to me, and if the Sandoval Group does something wrong, we''ll make it right," Greta said. "But if the employees of the Sandoval Group are bullied, we will absolutely protect the interests of our employees." Many employees were excited. They all looked at Greta with admiration! Greta said very coldly. She did not show any mercy towards the two people. "Oh, do you mean we can''t fight your men?" The gangsters sneered. One of them raised his man, and mercilessly pped toward the security guard in the face. Greta looked gloomy! They did it on purpose! The security guard''s cheek was swollen and puffy like a pig''s head, looking pitiful and pathetic. The clear p also made the staff of the Sandoval Group very ufortable. Their colleagues were bullied and beaten in full view of the public! Many people wanted to stop them, but they dared not. No one could afford to offend the Spider Gang. Greta clenched her hands, staring at the gangsters with hostility. This was a tant provocation! "If you have anyints, you cane to my conference room." Greta said. This was the limit of what she could endure.Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org. "What''s there to say? Are you going to apany us to have a drink?" They smiled at each other and eyed Greta up with lustful eyes. "Since you don''t want to make any concession, I won''t waste time with you." Greta could not bear it any longer. She turned around and walked back to the Sandoval Tower. "Did we allow you to leave? With a cheeky smile, they reached out to Greta''s fine shoulder. There was an arrogant and lustful touch in their eyes. It was rare to see the famous woman in business in Ocean City. How could they let her go so easily? Suddenly, just as their dirty hands were about to touch Greta''s shoulder, a person quickly stopped them. "Go back to where are you from. We do not wee you." Le put her arms around her chest and said coolly. "Go away, b**ch! Who the hell are you!" One of the gangsters became impatient, and tried to drag Le away! Le''s eyes were as sharp as a sword. She quickly kicked the gangster in the chest and knocked him down "Bitch!" With an angry look, the other man grabbed the dagger and stabbed it hard into Le''s face! He acted so bravely and quickly that the crowd was scared Le would be disfigured! "Go to hell!" The man smiled ferociously, but in the next second, his smile solidified! Le had disappeared, and his dagger had lost! The next moment, a pair of long legs wrapped around his waist. Le''s waist gave a sudden force, and the men was thrown to the ground. The floor tiles on the square crack, and the men fell on the ground, distressed and awkward. Chapter 105 I Have More Important Things to Do Chapter 105 I Have More Important Things to Do Greta paused and then turned to look at the two men on the ground. "Take them in," said Greta calmly. "Yes." Several security guards stepped up, picked up the two gangsters and dragged them toward the Sandoval Tower. Le and Melissa followed Greta back to the Sandoval Tower. The security guards looked at the men tied up to the chairs. Le treated them particrly cruel, beating them almost out of breath. "The Sandoval Group has never had a bad rtionship with the Spider Gang. Why are you here to make trouble?" Greta asked coldly as she sat down. The men were silent. Greta then asked a few more questions. But they didn''t say anything. "We can''t beat them anymore, or they might be killed," said Le. Greta frowned. The Sandoval Group was famous in Ocean City. The Spider Gang wouldn''t be so stupid to make trouble here. With the Sandoval Group''s connections and influence, the Spider Gang wouldn''t dare to do so. Greta thought it was not simple at all. The two men seemed like they wereing for death. In the mansion, Maxwell, was scrubbing the floor. Suddenly, his phone rang. Maxwell took a breath, pulled out his phone. When he saw the message on the screen, he smiled. "Metis, what do you want?" Maxwell looked out of the window. He had a feeling that Metis was going to tear Ocean City apart. *** In Levans Pce, Ocean City. Levans Pce, located in the center of Ocean City, was the heart of the entire underworld! Few people dared to offend the Lord of Levans Pce, and even the entire underground world! No one even dared to mention his name! He was the top man in the underworld of Ocean City and his history was like legend. Countless underground members were in awe of him. Rumor had it that the Lord of Levans Pce, returned from overseas, was skilled in martial arts, and soon set the pattern of the underground world of Ocean City! There were few people in the whole Ocean City who had the ability to buy a mansion in Levans Pce, and those who had the guts to do so had not been born yet! Mr. Fletcher was an overseas returnee, and his reputation in Ocean City was won by himself. On the surface, he was a chairman of an entertainmentpany, but he carried clout. At the moment, he was reading a newspaper, sitting on a luxurious leather sofa, with a Tibetan mastiff, as clever as a puppy, lying beside him. No one would expect that the Tibetan mastiff, who was so fierce, would be so tame! The room was surrounded by heavily armed bodyguards, as jealously guarded as military bases. Suddenly, on the tea table in front of the man, the antiquendline machine range. When a bodyguard picked the phone, he handed it respectfully to the man, "Mr. Fletcher, it''s for you." The man put down the newspaper and slowly answered the phone. A sexy voice came from the other end of the line, "How''s it going?" Such a charming voice would make any man lose control of himself. "Everything goes well. My men are in," the man spoke lightly. "Well done. It''s your show time." If Maxwell were here, he would instantly recognize that it was Metis''s voice. "Me?" The man was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled ironically. To let him do this? No way! "Right, it''s a game. If you want to have fun, you have to take it seriously. Rest assured. Then the things are done, I will set you free." Metis smiled deeply. Few people in Ocean City could have imagined that Mr. Fletcher, the leader of the underworld of Ocean City, would be Metis''s servant! It was totally out of everyone''s expectation! "Good." When Mr. Fletcher heard about the condition, he immediately agreed. Behind his dark sses, a touch of ferocity shed by his eyes. When he hung up the phone, Mr. Fletcher, seated on his luxurious leather sofa, suddenly said out loud, "Get the troops ready!" Mr. Fletcher suddenly got up and his strong aura filled the air. The Tibetan mastiff, lying at Mr. Fletcher''s feet, suddenly quivered all over. Fear came into its fierce eyes and it began to whimper and shiver, as if it had sensed something terrible. After the order was issued, numerous men dressed in ck rushed out of the mansion building. A row of ck cars, like an angry dragon, headed for the Sandoval Tower! Countless ck cars took up the road, bing a frightening scene in the Ocean City! Countless passers-by fled away in panic because they knew that only Levans Pce would have made Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g! such a sensation! And in Ocean City, only Mr. Fletcher had this qualification! Then, a ck Mercedes Benz surrounded by many ck cars, slowly drove out of Levans Pce and headed for the distance. Greta returned to the office, caressing her fair forehead. She was very upset about how to deal the two men. "They aren''t willing to say it," Le said. Although Le, as a member of special force, was experienced in interrogation, she couldn''t get anything out of them. "They''re just a pawn, and maybe they''re really just here to make trouble," Greta said slowly, "I just don''t know who''s behind it." Greta couldn''t help thinking of Andreas, but she soon ruled him out. With his pride, he wouldn''t do such a stupid thing. Could it be the opponents of the Sandoval Group? Greta thought to herself. Suddenly, the phone rang. When Greta got through, the head of the security guard said, "Oh no, Ms. Greta! Things have gone worse!" "What''s the matter?" Greta stood up, looked out of the window, and was stunned. She zed outside the window and felt shocked! Greta was breathing fast. Melissa turned her head, looked out the window, and she was also shocked. Even Le, who had undergone many big events, couldn''t help being shocked by what she saw. Outside the Sandoval Tower, on the road in the distance, there were ck cars all over the ce, pouring down on it! "Ms. Greta, they must be from Levans Pce. We''ve provoked Levans Pce!" the head of the security guards was panicked. The head of the underground forces, Levans Pce, had conflict with the Sandoval Group for the first time! "How could it be?" Greta''s face was pale and she trembled a bit! *** At this time, in a high-end bar, a young man was fooling around with countless beautiful eyes. With the bar lights flickering, the young man was so joyous and indulged in the orgy. This was one of the top bars in Ocean City, and people with low status couldn''t get in. Suddenly, the young man''s cell phone rang. He took out his cell phone and looked serious when he saw the message. The young men then made a phone call. Maxwell''s quiet, deep voice rang out, "Are you having fun?" "Brother, the girls here are really hot! Do you want toe? They are hotter than those of overseas bars," said the young man excitedly. "Well, you have a task. The Sandoval Group is in trouble now. Go and solve it," Maxwell spoke lightly. The young man was stunned for a moment, then puckered his lips and said, "Shouldn''t you solve this matter yourself?" "If you don''t go solve it now, I''ll close this bar tomorrow and you won''t have fun there anymore." Maxwell said casually, "I have important things to do. My wife won''t let me sleep in bed until I finish my chores." "Well, I haven''t seen you sleeping in her bed," The young man murmured to himself after he hung up the phone. The young man gave a lingering look at the beauties and walked out of the bar. And then he got into the Rolls-Royce. When the Rolls-Royce sped off into the distance, the Sandoval Tower was in a mess. ck cars had stopped and a bodyguard went out, holding a steel bar, and hit the security guards who went up! The security guards of the Sandoval Group dared not leave the building. Many employees were in horror. Many things that happened today were out of their expectation. Greta hurried out of the Sandoval Tower. Gradually, the ck Mercedes Benz appeared in sight, which made Greta''s beautiful eyes light up. The ck Mercedes was too unique, and everyone was guessing who it would be. Dozens of bodyguards were on alert, as if they were waiting for an order. The ck Mercedes stopped at the side of the road. Then the door opened. A man stepped out, and as soon as he appeared, the atmosphere at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower got tensed! Greta''s beautiful eyes shrank. Naturally, she recognized this man. His cold and resolute face and deep and cold eyes were as mysterious and unpredictable as his mind was. This was Mr. Fletcher from Levans Pce, the boss of the Spider Gang!! Who could imagine that Levans Pce would make such a sensation because of two gangsters! They two men were just nobody, but Mr. Fletcher handled the things himself! Many people trembled, knowing that this would not be solved easily. "What did Mr. Fletchere here for?" Greta asked, without polite greetings. The men from Levans Pce deserved no respect. "I want my men back." Mr. Fletcher nced at Greta and said lightly, which made Greta feel relieved. Greta would not be afraid if he wanted his men back. "Mr. Fletcher can take the two men with youter," Greta said quietly. "I want more than them. I want you too!" Mr. Fletcher''s eyes ran across the dying gangsters and then rested on Greta. There was a dead silence in thepany. Mr. Fletcher stared at Greta through his sunsses. Greta looked sullen and said, "What do you mean, Mr. Fletcher?" The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!