Unrivaled Dragon Lord
Chapter 42: Young Master Sandoval!

"Beijing?" There was slight disturbance on Greta's face as her frame shook imperceptibly.

The only people in Beijing whom Greta had relations with were none other than the Sandoval family of the capital city. Other than that, she had no professional ties with anybody.

Maxwell was seated in the office chair and a vague darkness flash in his depthless and calm eyes...

"I got it." Greta was clam on the surface but she was restless underneath her facade. She looked like she was in a dilemma.

Should she go for it?

"Greta, this is definitely a trap. Don't go." Harriet furrowed here eyebrows as she warned Greta. She had a feeling that this night banquet was specially organized by the Sandoval family of the capital city in order to lure Greta in.

"Should I go or not?" Greta turned her gaze onto Maxwell as she asked him.

Maxwell froze briefly as a mild shock registered on his face. He sure didn't expect Greta to consult his opinion. After giving it some thought, he replied, "Will there be any difference if you choose to go or be absent?"

She couldn't run away from what was coming anyway.

"You're right," Greta nodded slightly and she answered with determination, "I'll go."

At that moment, in Ocean City, a jet black BMW was speeding on the roads. There was a fleet of black cars surrounding the BMW as they swarmed in a single direction. The cars were filled with men wearing black clothes. They were the bodyguards responsible for the safety of the guest in the BMW.

It was hard to imagine what kind of big shot could warrant such security of outrageous proportions in the whole Ocean City. Even if there were government officials sitting inside that car, they wouldn't need a massive troop of bodyguards to accompany them on their trip.

In the BMW, there was a good-looking young man in the modified yet luxurious interior of the car. He was dangling a Cuban cigar with smoke slowly rising from the tip. A fascinating aroma was circulating inside the car.

On the side, a man was popping some champagne for this young man as he then poured the contents into a goblet. This man was being very meticulous and careful in carrying out his task. There wasn't any sign of carelessness in his motions.

It was hard to imagine this man was the same terrifying beast that had kicked up a storm overseas. At this moment, he was more like an obedient cat in front of this young man.

This man was someone both Maxwell and Greta were familiar with. He was none other than Hal, who was plotting to bring harm to them!

However, Hal had lost his upper hand. He had lost his greatest backer. To get his revenge, he had no choice but to rely on this young man right in front of his eyes.

"This is interesting... really interesting..." In the modified yet luxurious interior of the car, the natural aromatherapy was merging with the faint fragrance of the Cuban cigar, creating an intoxicating olfactory explosion.

The young man began to say something, and a glint of interest appeared in his cool eyes.

"Hal, is it true that Greta was engaged to a man a few months ago, and that man is a good-for-nothing?" The young man asked meaningfully.

"That's correct." Hal nodded, "Three months ago, the Sandoval family had announced that Greta was going to marry a guy, and they were not holding any public wedding ceremony. The resourceful media couldn't even get any hint on the identity of her fiancé."

"It was until a while ago that I came into contact with her fiancé, but I still could not grasp his identity."

Hal slowly explained with a grin on his face. There was an unnoticeable calmness deep within his eyes.

"You've done a great job, Hal. You can be rest assured that when I take back that woman, I will fulfil any conditions you state." The young man curled the corner of his lips, and his tone became arrogant. "Thank you, Young Master Sandoval." Hal smiled at him in response.

"You don't need to thank me. My purpose of coming here from Beijing is to get her under my commands." The young man replied nonchalantly.

"I know Greta very well. She is very quick-tempered."

The young man looked undisturbed. He had seen too many women with a bad temper. They were always plastering this innocent and prideful facade all over themselves but in the end, he would always tear of this facade and reveal their true lecherous personality hidden underneath their skins.

Due to his status and position, too many women wanted to suck up to him, even though they needed to sacrifice their bodies and get on his bed.

A demure campus belle, a CEO goddess, the daughter of a rich family; these are the women he had laid eyes on. In his opinion, these women were nothing more than playthings in the palm of his hand. The same logic should apply to that woman from the Sandoval Group.

"Wild horses exist for men to dominate them." The young man revealed a faint smile while locking eyes with Hal. A faint yet meaningful curl appeared at the corner of Hal's lips.

He was right. Even though that man's background was terrifying, Greta would always be part of the Sandoval family. He didn't have any right to meddle in their business in the end.

Hal looked at the young man in front of him with admiration. He was giving this young man all of his respect just because... he's from Beijing!

He addressed the young man as Young Master Sandoval solely because he was here in Ocean City for the sake of the Sandoval Group!

"Young Master Sandoval, let me wish you success in advance." Hal flashed a slight smile as he raised his goblet.

"When all is said and done, I will make sure the YH Group makes its return." The young man toasted to Hal with his own goblet before taking a sip of champagne. He looked eerily relaxed... as if he could already see the outcome of everything.

He had heard that the woman was quite a looker. He could probably have a good time with her for a while.

...

Maxwell was standing in front of the door to the office; his cheek was brimming red with a fresh five-fingered imprint. He was being shunned from Greta's office an hour ago.

This was because when Greta came back to her senses, she realized that Maxwell was smoking nonchalantly in her office. He had crossed over her limits.

Therefore, Maxwell was driven out of the office miserably.

However, Maxwell looked like he wasn't fazed by Greta's slap at all. He continued to stand in front of her door for a long time with a relaxed expression on his face, which invited strange looks from other employees passing by him.

After a long time, the door to the office finally opened. A gorgeous beauty emerged from the office and this prompted Maxwell to flash a mischievous smile.

"Harriet, how did it go?" Maxwell implored.

"We were just discussing some company matters. Recently, we didn't have a lot of business dealings, so I'm pretty free." Harriet replied. "What are you going to do tonight?"

"What choices do I have? My wife is going to the banquet, so of course I have to accompany her." Maxwell froze for one second before replying.

"You're going with her?" Harriet asked with a smile. "Don't you plan to bring me along?"

"What can you do there? It's best if there aren't so many people involved in this." Maxwell immediately shook his head.

Harriet raised her sexy eyebrows and studied Maxwell with interest, "Why do you think that you should cut down on the number of person involved? I heard that the venue of the banquet has a large toilet, one that can accommodate two people at once..."

Maxwell met Harriet's gaze as she said this.

Harriet took a step forward and she was just within inches of Maxwell. Maxwell could even sniff the faint aroma emanating from her body, which somehow stirred up a hurricane in his originally tranquil heart. Maxwell lowered his head and he saw that Harriet was looking up at him. She had a charming and seductive face... and her intoxicating smile was irresistible!

Harriet had been giving an obvious hint with her words. Any mature men would immediately read between the lines. She wasn't beating around the bush at all!

Harriet was a beauty with exceptional figure, and she added to her allure by seducing him with words. If Maxwell wasn't someone who had a lot of experience with women, perhaps he was already at his limits by now!

Maxwell swallowed dryly as a thought occurred to him. He had been far removed from the world of women for a long time because of Greta, but at that moment Harriet successfully reignited the old flames of desire within him.

Suddenly, the door of the office was flung open with great force and with a large banging sound.

A beautiful figure appeared at the door and she was peering at them with a frosty and murderous glare.

At this moment, Harriet suddenly exclaimed while toppling over as if she had lost her balance.

Maxwell was quick on his feet as he extended his arms to let Harriet fall into his embrace. He could feel her sensuous waist with his palms, and this sensation was whipping up a quiet storm inside him. Suddenly, he felt a chill running down his spine. He jerked upwards and saw that Greta was focusing on his hands which were holding Harriet's waist. Her gaze was piercing through him with icy terror!

A stunned expression appeared on Maxwell's face... his wife was obviously infuriated!

Maxwell immediately let go of his hands while trying to flatter Greta, "President Greta, listen to me..."

"You don't need to explain, you perverted scum!" Greta interrupted his words while dragging Harriet back into her office. She slammed the door hard after that!

A loud banging sound echoed across the corridor, leaving Maxwell rooted to the spot, unable to come back to his senses...

Damn it, it was Harriet who had made the first move to seduce him. He didn't even do anything yet, but he was being treated as the scapegoat here...

A dull petrified look lingered on Maxwell's face. This was too unfair to him. Why did he have to take the blame again? On the other hand, it seemed like there were no consequences for Harriet. Greta was still being overprotective of her!

In the glow of twilight, the sky turned a darker shade of grey as night was imminent. Ocean City was as busy as ever, and it was as if a blanket of lights was pulled over the whole city, illuminating the night sky. Various types of vehicles were speeding away on the roads.

In the villa, Maxwell was sitting on the sofa. After some time, Greta came down from the second floor wearing a silver one-piece dress. She strutted towards Maxwell.

Maxwell's gaze swept over her dress and thought that it looked good on her. The silver dress was reflecting the lighting in the living room.

The goddess CEO was wearing a pair of blue-coloured high heels. It accentuated her charm.

"Stay home. Wait for my return." Greta said with a sultry voice.

"President Greta, when you are at the banquet later, you'll definitely need to drink. What if you become drunk? You would not be able to hail a vehicle to send yourself home." Maxwell suddenly raised his question.

Greta hesitated and stared at Maxwell. Well, he had a point.

"President Greta, why not I send you there? Let me be your driver today." Maxwell proposed.

Greta immediately put on a cold face. "There's no need for that. Leila will drive me there."

"Leila has been out since afternoon today. She told me she was going to purchase some self-defence weapons for the bodyguards. She is not back yet." Maxwell countered.

"You... Alright." Greta squinted at Maxwell for a moment before nodding. She replied coldly, "Alright, let's go."

"Oh, this is great. President Greta, beware of the stairs." Maxwell immediately burst into a smile as he shoved forward.

"Get away from me." Greta responded with a furious glare instead.

It was nightfall, and a black BMW was rolling to a stop in front of a luxurious five-star hotel winged by a fleet of equally luxurious vehicles.

A young man stepped out of the car, and he walked towards the entrance of the hotel.

The two bodyguards manning the entrance greeted him, "Young Master Wayne."

Young Master Wayne was the son of a CEO leading a public listed company in Ocean City. He was a well-known second-generation rich who spent his days drinking away and toying with women. He was frequently seen at multiple hotels.

These two bodyguards couldn't help but be respectful towards him.

To their surprise, Young Master Wayne was devoid of his usual arrogance and narcissism. He was the total opposite to his usual self because he headed to the rear part of the BMW and pulled the car door open.

"Young Master Sandoval, please." Young Master Wayne bowed towards the figure in the car as he greeted politely. His actions aroused a shattering astonishment within the two bodyguards as their expressions drastically changed!

To top it off, a lot of young masters emerged from the remaining cars behind. They were all famous second-generation rich in the entire Ocean City, and each of their reputation could compete for superiority amongst themselves!

The two bodyguards gawked at these second-generation riches, and their hearts were trembling in fear.

Why did these groups of young masters come here together?

Normally, there were only three or at most four people of that calibre who would gather, but it seemed like almost half of the second-generation riches were gathered here.

The two bodyguards only learnt that there would be a banquet today. They never knew that the scale would be this staggering.

Besides, those young masters were flocking towards the black BMW for some reason.

What were they planning to do?

This group of young masters all stood by the BMW as they declared politely, "Young Master Sandoval, welcome to Ocean City!"

They all said this in unison. The bodyguards felt their hearts thumping hard. What kind of big shot was this? He could even unite all these unruly young masters to welcome him in person.0000000