Unrivaled Dragon Lord
Chapter 44: Are You Done Hitting Me?

Young Master Sandoval was the centre of attention at the banquet tonight.

Greta got a glimpse of Young Master Sandoval, and she was suddenly feeling nervous.

While facing him, Greta was surprisingly lacking confidence. She was besieged by anxiety.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine." Maxwell slowly opened his mouth. He was able to sense Greta's nervousness.

Greta cocked her head sideways and gave him a stare. This was in the dark about her relationship with Young Master Sandoval, so naturally he wouldn't know how precarious of a position she was in by attending this banquet.

He could spout these words because he was unaware of the lurking dangers nearby her. Greta suddenly felt regretful.

The members of the media were all present here as important guests since almost most of the prominent figures in Ocean City were attending this banquet.

If something were to happen... Greta glared at Maxwell and said with a threatening tone, "If you kick up some trouble again today, be prepared to be punished."

Maxwell froze for one moment before smiling awkwardly. Damn it... was Greta anticipating that something would happen later? She was bracing herself for it.

"President Greta, long time no see." Suddenly, there was a figure approaching them. Maxwell and Greta both turned around and saw a plump middle-aged man walking over with a passionate smile on his face Greta knitted her eyebrows as she couldn't recognize this middle-aged man. She had no memories of ever meeting him at all.

"You are..." Greta asked with hesitation.

"I'm the president of Infinity Investment Group. President Greta, we exchanged a few words in a charity dinner six months ago. I can't believe you're here today." There was a fire in that middle-aged man's eyes as he stared greedily at Greta. Greta was wearing a figure-hugging dress which brought out her voluptuous figure and punctuated her sexiness. She was indeed one of a kind.

Greta nodded as she recalled her encounter with him, "President Thomas, it's been a while."

The two of them bantered briefly and suddenly, President Thomas' gaze fell upon someone's back not far away. His gaze had stopped at Maxwell's back. He pointed at him while asking, "President Greta, this person is..."

Greta followed his finger and saw that Maxwell was standing next to a catering table while holding a plate of dessert. He was wolfing down the food, looking crude and unruly.

Greta's intricate features were overshadowed by a grimace. This banquet hall was decorated luxuriously, and the people who attended were all big shots who knew how to carry themselves well. This place resembled a high-class society.

In contrast, Maxwell was oblivious of this as he didn't care about his image at all. He was bringing shame to her name!

Maxwell was still devouring the food without any signs of stopping soon. Thinking that it would be a waste to not eat those delicacy, he continued to dig into them.

Suddenly, Maxwell shivered all over as he felt a chill running down his spine.

Maxwell turned around while wiping off his oily hands on his pants. He saw that Greta and President Thomas were looking at him. Greta answered coldly, "He's my driver." Maxwell displayed an embarrassed smile while President Thomas was looking down on him disdainfully, "President Greta, I think you should give some training to your driver..."

"Understood, I will definitely train him soon." Greta replied while casting an unfriendly glance at Maxwell.

President Thomas and Greta continued their conversation for a little more while before Greta ended their conversation. Immediately, there were many distinguished guests who came one after another to hit on her, which included the presidents of listed companies, government officials of Ocean City as well as the descendants of noble and rich families. These people were engulfed in a passionate fire as they were entranced by Greta's charisma.

Of course, Greta was having no problems bantering with these people. She never went deep into their exchanges, but still maintained a good rapport with then. She was very elegant.

Compared to Greta, Maxwell was disgrace of a presence there. Most of the big shots were giving him the cold shoulders as they looked at him with disdain.

They couldn't figure out how this shabby-looking and uneducated man was able to slip into the hall.

Greta maintained a distance with Maxwell in the hall, pretending not to know him at all. She was trying here best to avoid making the headlines tomorrow for all the wrong reasons.

Maxwell was not concerned at all as he continued to savour the delicacies on the catering table. From time to time, he would steal glances at Greta and the people surrounding her, and an undecipherable look would enter his eyes.

Greta's appearance had grabbed all the attention of the big shots in the banquet hall. These people were studying Greta greedily and the other rich ladies on the scene paled considerably in comparison. They were mostly glaring at Greta with envy.

Greta's smile was enchanting. All the people who saw her smile acknowledged her position as the number one beauty in the business circle of Ocean City.

"Hey, isn't this the famous President Greta?" At that moment, a strange voice which sounded out of place made its way to Greta's ears.

Greta tilted sideways to see who was trying to strike up a conversation with her. She looked squarely at the person walking towards her, and she uttered simply, "President Gerald."

The initiator of this conversation was none other than President Gerald who was recently fired by her.

"President Greta, I never imagine that you would join today's banquet." President Gerald stole a glance at Maxwell who was nearby and he suddenly broke into a maniacal laughter. He sounded devilish when he added, "He is here too?"

President Gerald was making quite a scene, and his actions attracted countless people's attention nearby. They were looking at Greta with confusion. Based on what President Gerald had said, was there any connection between that man and Greta?

Greta's face suddenly became frosty when she saw it was President Gerald, "Why are you here?"

"I am here to participate in the banquet, of course. How can I miss this massive event?" President Gerald continued to answer with a strange laugh in between his words.

Greta continued to give a cold stare to President Gerald. She had not forgotten about the fact that he had kicked a pregnant woman just this morning. She was just maintaining her cool due to the crowd there, "Have fun."

"Not so fast, President Greta. Won't you tell me the reason that you're here?" President Gerald let out a cold guffaw as he grabbed Greta's thin wrist just as she was about to turn around and leave. Greta frowned as she retrieved her hand from his grasp while warning him coldly, "Please have some respect for me."

"Hey, there's a lot of people here, don't be so touchy." Suddenly, a voice interrupted their conversation and Maxwell came walking over slowly with his hands in his pockets.

President Gerald turned around and saw that it was Maxwell. He couldn't help but laugh disdainfully, "What does this have to do with you?"

"President Greta's concerns are my concerns too. It has everything to do with me." Maxwell replied with his eyebrows arched at an angle.

"I am no longer an employee of the Sandoval Group. What can you do to me now?" President Gerald's tone was arrogant.

"You're right, I can't do anything to you at the moment, but who do you think you are? You're a scum who hit woman..." Maxwell muttered with sarcasm.

"You're courting death!" President Gerald exploded with anger. Maxwell's words hit him right in his weakest spot, so he couldn't hold still any longer as he raised his hands and slapped Maxwell in his face! There was a loud slapping sound which echoed across the hall. The guests froze as they couldn't believe that someone was starting a fight in a banquet!

How angry was President Gerald right now? He dared to lash out and hit one of the presidents' driver!

The onlookers were throwing glances of pity in Maxwell's direction. They were having a hard time processing what was happening... the guests who attended today were all big shots. By slapping Maxwell, President Gerald was practically giving Greta a hard slap as well!

Greta's face was frozen as she couldn't react in time. She couldn't believe that President Gerald had slapped Maxwell publicly!

Greta's expression gradually darkened. No matter what Maxwell had done, it was still her responsibility. President Gerald had embarrassed her indirectly by doing this.

"Do you think that you're in the Sandoval Tower right? This is a banquet held to welcome Young Master Sandoval. Who do you think you are to speak to me in such a way?" President Gerald spoke with menace, and his tone was extremely arrogant!

He was obviously saying this for Greta's sake!

Maxwell caressed his cheek which was now imprinted with a red handprint. Suddenly, a wretched smile appeared at the corner of his lips as he began to laugh, "Are you done hitting me?"

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