Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Chapter 9: Coming from Beijing!

Greta stood at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower with a towel around her shoulders. Maxwell, with his

hands in his pockets, walked over from afar.

"President Greta, are you alright?" Maxwell saw Greta and Melissa and asked. Greta and Melissa had

just experienced an assassination, and they had lingering fear in their hearts. Their faces were pale

and they could not calm themselves down even after for a long time.

Greta glanced at Maxwell. Although Maxwell said it out of concern, it made Greta feel even more

disgusted.

This coward hid himself at the critical moment, and when seeing that there was no danger, he showed

up and cared for her.

"Where did you go just now?" Greta glanced coldly at Maxwell and asked in a questioning tone.

"I called the police just now." Maxwell smiled flatteringly and explained, "President Greta, I'm very

worried about your safety, so I came to find you as soon as I finished calling."

Greta looked coldly at Maxwell and she had a worse impression on his characters. The excuse he

found was not reasonable at all!

"It takes you so long to call the police? Are you serious?" Greta sneered disdainfully. She saw through

Maxwell's lies with a single 'glance' and said with contempt, "Coward!"

Then, Greta ignored Maxwell and turned around to leave. She rushed into the Sandoval Tower

wrathfully on her high-heels.

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desperately venting their anger.

Melissa looked at Maxwell curiously. She did not understand why Maxwell would enrage President

Greta so much.

Maxwell glanced at Melissa. Melissa was very beautiful. She had a pure face like an angel. Her S-

shaped body was extremely hot, and a white uniform wrapped around her curvaceous figure.

Maxwell's gaze swept over Melissa from head to toe, and he smiled embarrassedly. "Hello, Melissa."

"Oh." Melissa answered. She turned around and followed Greta.

After Greta walked into her office, she sat down in high dudgeon and took off her high heels with

disappointment and coldness in her eyes.

She did not expect Maxwell, her husband, to be so cowardly!

During the danger, he abandoned his woman!

The office door was pushed open and Maxwell followed Melissa in. He made a cup of tea and placed it

on the coffee table in front of Greta.

"President Greta, I've made you some tea," Maxwell said with a flattering tone.

Greta looked coldly at Maxwell with loathing. She didn't say anything. She was too disappointed in

Maxwell! In her opinion, a man who would leave his wife on the verge of death was not worth trusting

or relying on!

From her point of view, Maxwell didn't even deserve to be a man!

In fact, she had seen through Maxwell's nature clearly via this matter! She had decided to call her

father later. No matter what, she had to get this guy out of her house!

Seeing Greta's long face, Maxwell tactfully stopped talking and found an excuse to leave the Sandoval

Tower...

Maxwell called the young man with cold eyes, "Find out if any of the opponents of the Sandoval Group

have anything to do with Beijing. Today's killer is from Blood Blade."

"Blood Blade? They're not staying in the west peacefully but set foot in China?" On the phone, the

young man said with disbelief.

Maxwell pondered. "The one who wanted to kill my wife is definitely not an ordinary person from Beijing

because he has the ability to contact the Blood Blade."

"Indeed, Greta is just an ordinary female president, but the mastermind actually went all out to have

Blood Blade assassinate her..." The young man mulled over and said. Maxwell's eyes were calm and

cold.

Blood Blade came from the west. As an overseas assassin organization, the heads and diplomats of

many large countries were their targets. As long as the hirer paid enough commission, they would have

the confidence to deal with even the heads of the superpower, America!

But now, Blood Blade's target was only a female president. In the eyes of the young man, it was

definitely overkill.

"They must have some purpose for the Sandoval Group," Maxwell said indifferently.

Maxwell returned home and did the chores for a whole day. In the evening, the Maybach was parked in

front of the mansion.

A long leg was stretched out and Greta stepped on the ground. She got off the car with her long black

hair swaying in the air and she walked into the mansion.

"President Greta, you're finally back." Maxwell put away the duster and got up from the ground with a

flattering smile.

"Go change your clothes and we'll go to my father's place." Greta coldly dropped a sentence, leaving

Maxwell dumbfounded as she went up to the second floor.

At Greta's request, Maxwell took off his dirty white shirt and put on an expensive suit.

However, even if Maxwell was in this expensive suit, he didn't look elegant at all. Greta couldn't help

but sigh. With Maxwell's face, he couldn't be matched to this suit.

Greta, on the other hand, chose a cream-colored dress, which served as a foil to her figure.

"Let's go." Greta looked at Maxwell and was even more certain that her decision of not bringing him to

public was correct.

Greta's father, Derrick, was the chairman of the Sandoval Group. Naturally, the mansion he lived in was

luxury as well.

The villa Derrick lived in was especially big. It was comparable to those villas in Europe. Seeing from

the outside, it was even more spectacular than Greta's mansion. It had a luxurious open-air swimming

pool, large private gardens, and an apron next to the gardens! The villa had everything!

"When my father built this villa, he hired dozens of top architects from all over the world for the

construction. So, within a single villa, there are different architectural styles from worldwide," Greta said

proudly in a sexy voice.

On the surface, Maxwell was shocked, but in his eyes, there were no emotional fluctuations at all.

Maxwell was very calm towards this mansion. This villa might be very shocking to others, but it was

nothing to Maxwell.

Maxwell had a sea-view villa in the Mediterranean Sea, an even bigger luxury villa in Colombia, a

private manor in Belgium ... and an island in America...

Maxwell was no longer surprised by this. Every single one of his super luxurious houses overseas

worth a sky-high price!