Unrivaled Dragon Lord

The airport was in chaos. When the security guards reacted, the woman had disappeared.

"Where has she gone?" The two guards looked at each other. But the woman had already walked out of the airport and got into a taxi.

In the evening, a Maybach slowed to a stop in front of a villa.

Looking tired, Greta walked into the mansion with stilettos.

Once she got home, Greta kicked off her high heels and lay down on the sofa, breathing gently.

"Ms. Greta, take a good rest." Maxwell poured a cup of tea and placed it on the coffee table in front of Greta.

While Greta was drinking, Maxwell brought a basin of hot water to Greta. "Ms. Greta, you must be tired from all day's work," Maxwell said with a smile. "I'll give you a massage."

"No, I will take a shower later." Greta was kinder to Maxwell these days. No one knew whether it was because Maxwell had taken her to eat crayfish or something else.

"Ms. Greta, you know how great my massage skills are. You haven't had a massage for so long and you've been tired from work recently. You may suffer when you are on your period, right?"

Maxwell said.

Greta raised her eyebrows. Maxwell was right. Greta indeed felt tired.

Maxwell took Greta's slender legs, and his big hands gently moved up the high-grade black stockings. The sound of rubbing against the silk stockings nearly aroused his desire.

Maxwell gently took off he stockings.

A pair of exquisite smooth feet was shown in front of Maxwell. The nails were crystal and the skin was as smooth and delicate as that of a baby.

Maxwell gently put Greta's feet into the hot water. Maxwell held the ankle and carefully massaged the feet for Greta.

Greta looked down and watched Maxwell carefully as he washed her feet, with mixed feelings in her beautiful eyes.

Maxwell was really nice, but in Greta's eyes, Maxwell was still just a son-in-law who was reviled by people, and he didn't have the qualities that Greta liked.

Maxwell and the mysterious man were so far apart that Greta sometimes wanted Maxwell to learn from the mysterious man.

What Greta hated most was that Maxwell ran away from danger.

for Greta, which made Greta feel comfortable and numb. Even the pain in her lower abdomen seemed to

girls. They are loved by their husbands but they don't know how happy they are." Suddenly,

and said coldly, "Why don't

be as good as your husband's? He just gave you a

a massage if you have the ability," Greta

a female demon next to me. How

for half an hour before drying them

body had largely dissipated, and she felt refreshed. Now she

made her way up the spiral staircase

***

later, in

picked up the phone

this time, Maxwell was busy doing housework in

the matter, Ms. Greta?" When Maxwell saw it was Greta calling him, he picked

for me. Some of my men are

problem." Maxwell

that Greta believed in

afternoon, Maxwell rode his bicycle to Sandoval Tower, pulled the Maybach out of its underground

S-class was parked in front of a hotel, and a long-haired woman

looked over his shoulder at the woman. He felt

woman walked straight up to Maxwell's car,

the air in the

Maxwell smelled the perfume, his face

stared straight at the woman.

haven't seen for a long time,"

out his hand and took off the woman's sunglasses. A

thought that he

it a surprise?" said the woman with a charming smile

straight at her. He was indeed surprised

Goddess of Wisdom of Western Dark

superpowers, was sitting

doing in

hanging around." Metis

known as the most dangerous woman in the world. Even