Unrivaled Dragon Lord

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

black stockings.

He grabbed the black stockings gently and took them off slowly.

The black stockings folded and slid down from her straight snow-white legs smoothly.

Holding the exquisite snow-white feet and feeling the milky and flawless 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! This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

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 and comfortable, 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 relaxed. 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 display that

massage technique, but got refused....

Not long after, Greta relaxed. 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 black BMW sped over and stopped at the door of the villa.

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 villa 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 too late. She is asleep. Come back tomorrow," Maxwell said inside the villa.

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 villa, 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 villa 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 is coming 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 place 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 Leila.

"What's the matter?" Greta calmed down.

"I have got clues to the case you asked me to work on," Leila said. Greta became serious.

Although Greta called the police last night, she knew how incompetent the police in the Ocean City

was. So she asked Leila to work on it.

Now Leila 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?" Leila asked.

"Yes," Greta nodded.

"He showed up last night when you were attacked again, but didn’t explain why," Leila continued.

"Do you mean… he is the attacker?" Greta frowned.

"It's possible. After all, he doesn't have an alibi," Leila 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.

Leila recalled Maxwell who was grimacing and obedient last night. She nodded and said, "OK. Ms.

Greta, I need to stay at your house to ensure your safety. I also need a bodyguard company 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 black 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 billion last 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

occurred 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 headquarters last 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 gifts last 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 Tower last 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 glanced at the woman. She was beautiful and sexy. Her long black hair covered her shoulders. Her

white uniform couldn't conceal her charm. The collar of her uniform was cut low. He could see her black

bra faintly....

She was 90% perfect!

He graded the woman immediately. She was near perfect! A rare beauty!

Particularly, her long legs with black 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 glared at Maxwell. "Didn't I tell you not to come

here? Go back home!"

"Ms. Greta, I...," Maxwell smiled embarrassedly and was about to explain. 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 glanced 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 glared 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

incompetent as Greta described."

Maxwell looked at the charming woman. Her every move contained extreme charm. Even her smoking

was incomparably 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 classmates." 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 blatant 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 investigating last night's attack." Greta glared 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 black Maybach S class out of the garage, heading

towards the restaurant.

Half an hour later, 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.

The ladies 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 glance at the gorgeous ladies 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 black 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 and landed 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.

"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 glanced 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 the common 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

plates. They're almost the same as the totally rare steak. The medium well steak keeps the flavor 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 glanced at him with disdain. The man wore an expensive suit and

glasses 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 beautiful ladies?" 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."