Unrivaled Dragon Lord

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 accosted her, Maxwell was not courteous. He did grab a cigarette from a woman.

What a rascal!

"You're beautiful," Maxwell laughed, 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 black market." Maxwell played 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 villa 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 philanderer!

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 explain, Ms. Greta..." Maxwell smiled awkwardly, but Greta didn't want to listen to the explanation. She turned straight away and said coldly, "Explanation 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 private compartment 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 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 be compared 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 hours later, Greta and Harriet walked out of the box, talking and laughing, 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 explain, but Greta didn't give him the chance. She just glanced 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, playing the music.

The sisters-in-law laughed happily, completely 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 glass 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," Alison laughed. "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 collapses, Andreas, take her over. I can't wait to insulate her."

Andreas smiled as he watched Alison and Cecilia talking and laughing. The smile on his face became more mysterious and elusive.

Andreas looked down and glanced 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!"