Unrivaled Dragon Lord
Chapter 71: A Luxurious Private Banquet Held by Lennon Bole

Greta fixed her eyes on Maxwell. Her eyes, which were clear and charming, were now brewing complicated emotions.

"You really think so?" Greta asked.

"Of course. I have no idea about what has happened between you and the Sandoval family, but I can't just stand by the side and see you being bullied by them." Maxwell straightened his back and replied with a serious look.

Their eyes met in the air. Although Greta appeared to be calm, her heart fluttered.

"Thanks." Greta looked at Maxwell with complicated feelings and expressed her thanks in a gentle voice.

"No need to thank me. I just did what I should do." Maxwell waved his hand.

After walking out of the Sandoval Tower, Maxwell went back home by bicycle. He then walked into a bedroom on the second floor, in which Leila Sawyer was having an intravenous drip to help cure her wounds.

"How are your wounds?" Maxwell asked with concern.

"Not bad." Leila threw a glance at him and replied with a cold look.

"That's good." Maxwell nodded and then turned around and walked towards the corridor.

Leila stopped him out of the blue.

Maxwell turned around. Although paleness and weakness were written all over on Leila's beautiful face, her eyes looked sharp. Leila stared at him and asked, "Can I have a talk with you?"

Maxwell's expressions froze for a moment. He then curled his lips into a light smile and nodded, "Of course."

After Maxwell had seated himself, Leila brought up the question, "I just want to ask you, when you went to the hotel to save Ms. Greta, had you really not seen anything?"

Maxwell nodded, "Yeah. What I saw at that time was just corpses that were scattered everywhere. Only then did I find out you and Greta after rummaging through the whole hotel. And you were in a coma back then."

"How did you manage to save us two since you came there alone?" Leila looked straightly into Maxwell's eyes. As the saying went 'the eyes are the windows to the mind', Leila was attempting to judge whether Maxwell was lying from his eyes.

"I called an ambulance to send you two back and they did first aids for you." After finishing the words, Maxwell asked with a smile, "Any other questions?"

"Yeah." Leila replied blandly and her voice suddenly became stern and serious, "I could tell that those people whom I fought against were all masters. And I'm certain that they're not Chinese." Maxwell was stunned, "Why did you say these?"

"They were good at controlling their breathing and voice. If it wasn't because I have an acute sense of smell, I would have died without knowing. What's more, the weapons they used were not made in China and I recognized one of them." Leila paused and fixated her gaze on Maxwell before continuing, "It was a kind of Japanese samurai sword."

"Why did you say these to me? I know nothing about this." Maxwell casted a weird glance at Leila.

"You really have no idea about this?" Leila's gaze suddenly became sharp and it was as if she was trying to see through Maxwell's mind through his eyes.

"What do you mean? Should I know anything?" Maxwell studied Leila with a dumbfounded look.

Leila stared at him coldly, "Ever since your marriage with Ms. Greta, some weird things that she had never encountered before happened..."

"So you meant that those Japanese were hired by me?" Maxwell sneered.

"I didn't say it. It was you who say this." Leila sneered.

Maxwell smiled blandly as if he had forgotten what Leila had said before. He turned around and headed towards the corridor while saying, "As for what Greta is suffering, I would like to use a sentence to comment it: an innocent person gets into trouble because of her wealth. I'm just a live-in son-in-law with a given life expenses of dozens of hundreds per month. Ms. Leila, sometimes you can't think wildly."

Leila was shocked, while Maxwell had left the bedroom.

Half a month later, a piece of news quickly went virus among the upper class of Ocean City: An important official of the Beijing government had been suffering from an incurable disease and numerous specialists in Beijing as well as overseas had not found a solution to it. But in the end, a magical doctor in Ocean City saved his life.

People became very curious about this magical doctor. Some local nobles in Ocean City were also so eager to find out the whereabouts of this doctor.

None of them had heard that there was a magical doctor in Ocean City.

On a morning, a black Rolls-Royce galloped at full speed from afar and slowly stopped by the road side.

A man in grey suit got off the car. He then walked to the entrance of a luxurious mansion and spoke to the security guard in a respectful tone, "Excuse me, please tell Ms. Greta that she has an invitation from Lennon Bole."

The gates of the mansion were opened after a short while. The two men walked through a garden and arrived at a villa.

The door of the villa was opened. It was Maxwell, who was in an apron with a piece of cleaning cloth at hand, opened the door for them. He glanced at the two men and said, "Come in."

Maxwell, Greta and Harriet were lost in thoughts after the two men finished their words.

"Greta, will we go?" Maxwell smiled and fixed his eyes on Greta.

Greta shot a glance at Maxwell and sneered, "The person he invites is you. Why should I go?"

"Ms. Greta, Mr. Lennon seldom holds a banquet. He invited you guys to come to his banquet today, please do go. Just to give him some respect. Otherwise, other people in the Bole family would gossip about him in the future..." The two men said ingratiatingly.

"Although it was Maxwell who saved Mr. Lennon, you're his wife after all. If you don't go with him, who will?" Harriet, who was sitting beside Greta, smiled and softly gestured Greta with her leg.

"Who's his wife?" Greta widened her eyes. Just as she was about to retort it, she noticed Harriet's smile and suppressed the words.

Greta turned her head to throw a glare at Maxwell. It was like she was saying, 'Maxwell, you take advantage of it verbally this time.'

"All right. I will go. I can take this opportunity to push forward the Sandoval Group's development strategies and plans in Beijing." Greta said after meditation.

Maxwell felt excited inwardly and secretly winked at Harriet.

'Harriet, good job. You actually managed to let Greta admit that she's my wife! Unbelievable!' Maxwell admired Harriet in heart... The old saying was true - woman knows women best! If it was him who said that, Greta would definitely be so annoyed!

"I will go with you. Let me see what big event likes," said Harriet.

"What are you going for?" Greta glared at Harriet, "It was Maxwell who saved him. Does it have anything to do with you?"

"Oh, so you mean that I must have some relationship with Maxwell and that only in this way can I go with you?" After finishing the words, she ogled Maxwell, "Are you free now? Five minutes are enough for

me."

"Harriet Campbell!" Greta glared at Harriet. Maxwell took the hint and asked the two men to wait outside the villa.

The fight between the stunning beauty and the sexy female president would definitely be a pleasant scene... How could Maxwell allow others to see this?!

After going through all those things, Greta seemed to be less aloof and indifferent and became livelier unknowingly...

After an hour, Greta and Harriet finally walked out of the villa after dressing up themselves.

The three of them exchanged glances. Maxwell took the hint and got on the passenger seat, and then Greta and Harriet got on the back seats.

The door was then closed. The black Rolls-Royce galloped at full speed, leaving the two men behind. One of them, the one in grey suit, watched the car leaving and produced his phone to make a phone call, "Master, they got on the car."

In the other place of Ocean City, in a luxurious mansion that was not inferior to Greta's, Andreas fixed his eyes on the man in grey suit in front of him and curled his lips into a meaningful smile.

"Interesting... Why not go?" Andreas stood to his feet and strode out of the luxurious mansion.

Other family members of the Sandoval family quickly followed him and boarded on the black cars.

In a top-class presidential banquet hall in Hilton Hotel....

The presidential banquet hall would not be used in usual times and it was only used to entertain the heads of other countries.

But now, it became the banquet hall for the private banquet held by Lennon Bole to entertain Maxwell.

Maxwell, Greta and Harriet walked into the hotel and then into the hall. What they saw were the extremely luxurious scenes. All the decorations here were of world-class and the plates were all golden... There were even diamonds on the decorations... All these were extremely luxurious and magnificent.

Even Greta, who had took part in various luxurious banquets, had slight changes in her expressions after walking into the banquet hall. She hadn't expected that Lennon would entertain them with a banquet of such a high level.

This was enough to show how much Lennon valued them.

In the banquet hall, a hunchbacked old man, who was standing in front of the window with a glass of wine at his hand, was looking out of the window blandly.

"Awesome! It's really good to be rich!" Maxwell looked around and praised continuously with his eyes lighting up.

Greta shot a contemptuous glance at him and thought to herself, 'He has not experienced any big events... It's really shameful to take him here!'

The old man slowly turned around. His eyes were deep-set, and although weakness was written all over on his wrinkled face, he looked much better than how he looked before.

He was Lennon Bole from the Bole family in the capital city.

"Please take seats." Lennon smiled slightly and gestured the three of them.

Maxwell took a seat and then studied the crystal glass which was transparent and glittering at hand. He felt itchy and wished so much that he could secretly hide it into his pocket.

Lennon noticed it. He smiled and said, "This is a limited edition glass of LD and I bought a series of glasses in an auction back then, each of which has a unit price of more than one hundred thousand. Mr. Maxwell, if you like it, I can gift you a set."

Just as Maxwell was about to nod in agreement, Greta interrupted him and declined, "Mr. Lennon, thank you for your kindness. But we don't need them."

"When can we eat? I'm famished," said Maxwell.

"Wait a minutes. Some of my friends will come too, and they are also your acquaintances." Lennon smiled meaningfully.

Maxwell was stunned slightly. What the fuck? Some people were on the way here?

"Mr. Lennon, sorry. I'm late." A sound suddenly rumbled from behind Maxwell.

Greta turned around. When she saw the person, her expressions froze. Andreas and the others were also present... What did they mean?

Maxwell narrowed his eyes and glanced over Andreas and the other members of the Sandoval family. His gaze became colder and colder. He then turned his head to look at Lennon and asked slowly, "Mr. Lennon, aren't you holding the banquet to entertain us? Why are they here?"

Greta's face had gotten extremely gloomy. Lennon had told them that he held this private banquet to show his gratitude towards Maxwell, but he also invited Andreas.

It suddenly became hard to figure out Lennon's intentions!☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

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