President’s Sweet Wife

However, Max actually admitted that this woman was his girlfriend.

This news came as a bombshell, which astonished them.

"Didn't you hear what I said? Kick them out right now!" Max shouted at the curator. Sam's face was ashen and wet with sweat. He snapped, "Are you deaf? Mr. Nixon just bought the place. Get away from here!" Jasmyn and the other women looked at each other, ashen-faced and they left in despair.

Hunt smiled obsequiously, "Mr. Nixon. The procedure of purchasing..."

"Do it right now!"

"Of course! Consider it done."

Hunt took out his cell phone and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Laura felt ashamed, then she pulled at Max's sleeve and whispered, "Max, forget it."

Max looked down at Laura with his lips tight shut.

"Max Nixon......" Laura called him again.

Max remained silent.

Laura had to play her trump card and said in a gentle tone, "Max...

Sure enough, the corner of his lips twisted, and he began to soften. He said in a low voice, "I told you, you are my woman. It will be a shame for me if you get bullied. I should do something to warn these people, you understand?" To warn them?

Laura paused, lost in thought.

As Max Nixon's girlfriend, she would probably be a regular presence at some upper-class events. So he did it to save her from being picked on in the future. So he was trying to build her some personal prestige.

Laura ducked her head, tight-lipped. Her mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts.

He didn't always seem to be a pain in the neck.

The museum staff quickly brought some documents over. Hunt asked Max to sign, but Max handed it to Laura.

"Sign them!"

Laura compressed her lips and did what he said.

After she signed, Hunt also signed his name. Then he brought over the letter of assignment.

"Miss Davis, you're gonna own this place from now on. Do you have anything particular in mind to change about this place?" Laura looked up at Max.

However, he was expressionless, putting an air of being at her disposal.

She thought about it for a while and smiled, "I heard that your original intention of setting up the museum was to encourage young people to pay attention to science and technology and to support the development of it. So why don't we keep it as it is?" "I'm gonna keep this letter of assignment, but you should keep running this place and donate all profits to the research foundation. Anyway, do it the way you did it before."

Sam was obviously surprised. Then he looked at Laura gratefully.

"Got it, Miss Davies."

She threw Sam a faint smile, then she turned to Max, "Is that OK?"

Max's eyes softened considerably. He petted her head and said, "You are the boss."

Hunt personally saw them out of the museum.

By this time, it was evening. No sooner had they got in the car that Max's phone rang.

Max picked it up and looked at it. However, Laura was in a position where she couldn't see who was calling.

But she saw his forehead was bunched in a frown.

Then he hung up impatiently.

Laura was surprised.

She could not help asking, because she wanted to know, "Who was it?"

Max turned to her and narrowed his eyes with a smirk.

"You wanna know?"

Laura paused for a moment, then she caught on at once. He wouldn't tell her easily.

She turned away quickly and put on a long face and said, "Whatever."

Seeing her attitude, Max's smile vanished and his face darkened.

He sat in the driver's seat, holding the steering wheel in silence for a long time, "I'll pick you up at my place this weekend."

Laura was taken aback when she understood what he meant.

"What do you mean? To your place?"

Max responded with a sneer, "Do you think I'm kidding?"

Laura was in a state of shock. She never thought he would make such a request.

Did he have any idea what it meant to bring her home?

A family like the Nixon family would never allow women in lightly.

They all fell silent, and there was a frigid atmosphere in the car.

It was a long time before Laura spoke.

"Max, I don't think it should be taken lightly. You know I'm an actress. We are not a... good match."

She called up all her courage to tell him.

Max frowned as he listened.

He turned to look at her with mixed feelings.

"I'll have the final say."

Laura also frowned at his words.

"But it bears on my future, and I have a vote."

""Hum! A vote?"

He sneered and leaned over her suddenly.

There wasn't much space in the car with a downbeat vibe inside. His proximity made her feel even more oppressed. She looked at Max's face and moved back subconsciously until she was cornered.

He leaned over her, one hand against the car door and the other tightly wrapped around her, and looked down at her.

The air of superiority (no doubt fostered from his wealthy upbringing) that he exuded in spades took her breath away.

Her heart beat faster, and her muscles got tense. She looked away, too afraid to make eye contact with him.

Then she stammered, "You......What are you doing?"

Max reached out and played with a lock of her hair in his palm. Then he said to her in a relaxing tone,

"Nothing. But look at the beautiful moon tonight, don't you think we should do something under the moonlight? Well, since we're a couple, maybe we should do something couples do? So that we could live up to the right place and right time. Laura stiffened at what he said.

Then she looked at him in disbelief.☐☐