Unrivaled Dragon Lord

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 black 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, the company has stated that it is forbidden to smoke inside." The pungent smell of the smoke dispersed and Melissa frowned, covering her nose and mouth.

"The company'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 the company, insisting to see President Sandoval, and they don't seem friendly," Melissa glanced at her surrounding and lowered her voice. "Not friendly?" Maxwell pulled down his face and a profound look flashed 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 black cars in front of the Sandoval Tower sat Absalom and Andreas. Absalom was composed while Andreas looked exceptionally calm. Two security guards at the entrance had blocked both Alison and Cecilia's way. Out of the blue, Alison suddenly raised her hand and landed a slap 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 displayed had very much dwindled.

"Yeah. We've already told you our last name is Sandoval. It's Sandoval, did you hear me? Tell Greta to come meet us now!" Cecilia chimed in. "I'm sorry. We didn't receive any notification; therefore we can't 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 successfully 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 glance at Alison and Cecilia, she asked, "What's going on?"

"Greta, we've come all the way here for you." Absalom finally stepped out of the black car and walked towards her. "Why is grandpa bringing so many people here to my workplace?" 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 glanced at his surrounding. Greta then glimpsed at the crowds and said, "There's a conference room inside the company, 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're coming 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 him come 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 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 a complete 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 successfully 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-in-law 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 me coming here is to firstly convey Lennon's message and secondly to talk to Mr. Kirk alone." Greta's face relaxed and she said, "Please wait, I'll ask him to come 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 glanced 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 similar 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 glance?" 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 place." 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 accidentally 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.☐☐☐☐☐☐