Unrivaled Dragon Lord

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 glanced at Derrick and retorted, "Mr. Derrick invited me. He said that we could exchange our

experience to promote our relationship."

Then Edmund flickered a glance at Maxwell with a sarcastic smile.

"Dad?" Greta looked at Derrick with a puzzled expression.

Derrick laughed heartily, trying to relax 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

our company and reached an agreement with our company on a big project. From now on, we should

help each other, striving for a successful 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, the latter 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 a combination 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 well lately?" 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 glare 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 flashed 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 glance 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 and laughed 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 glass. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

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, common people are not

eligible to taste it unless they are lucky enough to scrounge it for free."

As Edmund spoke, he glanced 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 glass 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 then laughed

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, blaming 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 flatter yourself that you are a gentleman when you wear a suit. A

man of humble birth cannot change his origin. Only men coming from a high-class 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 was completely 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 is completely 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-class background, you

try to deceive us that this wine of low quality is Lafite of 1982. Are you qualified to stay here?"

Edmund laughed 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!"