Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Dous turned his head and saw a man who had somehow appeared beside him. The man was leaning against the office wall, with his head down and lit a cigarette.

The man slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and looked over at Dous. His deep eyes were fixed meaningfully on Dous.

"Who are you? Someone come and get this man out of here!" Dous stood up and shouted at outside.

"You are calling your losers? Do you think they'll respond to you?" Maxwell puffed the cigarette and smiled faintly.

"Who are you? What did you do to them?" said Dous sharply, his face hardening.

"They were so sleepy, so I let them sleep for a while." Maxwell said dryly.

"When did you get in, and who are you?" Dous waved his hand and let the secretary out and closed the door.

Maxwell chuckled, sat down across from Dous's desk, and stared at him with a deep, interested stare. "Mr. Lloyd, you are so busy that you forgot who we are after you troubled us."

"It's you..." Dous thought Maxwell was familiar. He took a close look at Maxwell and suddenly remembered who he was.

"Aren't you flirting with Ms. Greta? Why did you have time to come to me?" Dous was relieved to find out who Maxwell was, and sneered.

"Ms. Greta and I have some issues with your news and would like to discuss it with you and make some corrections." Maxwell looked calm and spoke indifferently.

"There's nothing to discuss," said Dous with a sneer and he waved his hand. "Go back and tell Ms. Greta that my news is accurate, that there is no false rumor and that it does not need to be corrected."

Maxwell narrowed his eyes, "You decline me so readily? Are you sure you are not going to think it twice?"

"Why? My paparazzi have already photographed you and Ms. Greta being together, but I've been taking into account Ms. Greta's reputation, so I didn't release the pictures, but that doesn't mean I don't make money, "Dous said leisurely, "I'm a businessman, and I'll deal with anyone who offers a higher price."

"I see. It seems that Mr. Andreas made you a very good offer." Maxwell understood what he meant.

"It's not just the money. The most important thing is he is the second master of the Sandoval family in Beijing. If I don't help him, I might offend him." Dous refuted with a smile.

"If you don't publish it, I'll pay you twice as much as Mr. Andreas." Maxwell thought for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"The price is not the problem. The problem is that you are not Mr. Andreas," Dous waved his hand impatiently, "Go away. There's nothing to discuss."

Maxwell frowned, and his eyes got cold. "Mr. Lloyd, you can propose any terms. But you'd better not to refuse my advice."

then laughed, "Who are you? Do you think you're Mr. Andreas? Get out of here, or else I'll

even though Maxwell's offer was generous. In Dous's eyes, Maxwell's identity and status

Maxwell was just one of Greta's flunkies.

Finally, Maxwell's eyes were

I made? It's none of your business! What can you do to me?" Dous wrapped his arms around his chest and snapped, "You

in a minute." Maxwell said calmly and

remark and laughed. "Well, I'll

you have to argue with me?" Dous took out a USB flash drive from the drawer and said proudly, "You are all under the

proud and confident. The USB flash drive was enough to destroy Maxwell and Greta and drive them

took out his phone, sent a text message, and

the time, and Dous's face

a man be so

sneered and was ready to insert the USB flash drive into the computer. But suddenly, the phone

picked up the phone, and

kept shaking his

him as strongly as the sudden announcement of bankruptcy by a company in

fiercely, and

Dous sat down. His legs were weak and his face was

it?" Maxwell still looked as calm as he was just

do that? My company is so big. How could you buy it!" Dous looked venomously at Maxwell

company just dominates Ocean City," Maxwell said, "There are many companies more powerful than

extremely ugly. He couldn't accept the fact that the phone call was to inform him that Urban Media had been forcibly

caught him off guard and made

he couldn't believe actually

have the ability to buy it!" No matter how angry Dous might be,

to give up! How could he have imagined

firing you as the company's largest shareholder and president."

can't do that!" Dous's legs were weak. He regretted it now! He wished he had not

looking

it. I still have it..." Dous suddenly remembered something and frantically

Maxwell asked dryly,

it and Maxwell smiled, "I'm sorry," he

snapped