Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Surprised for a short moment, Maxwell forced an awkward smile. "Don't worry, President Greta. I didn't see anything."

Greta looked down at her exposed, impressive breasts and got angrier. The damned bastard had stripped her to her pink bra and claimed that he hadn't seen anything!

Greta looked up at Maxwell grimly and clenched her teeth, seething in anger.

Not only had he carried her, but also took off her clothes. Most importantly, she had fallen asleep because she was too tired last night. She had no idea what this bastard had done to her. She couldn't remember what had happened.

"Madam, breakfast is ready." Looking at her icy face, the man blurted out.

"Get out. I want to change my clothes." Greta ordered coldly.

"Alright." He gave her an obsequious smile and walked out of the bedroom.

"Bastard," mumbled the lady. She always wanted to get rid of him, but never got a chance, which left her in a sulk.

Soon, Greta elegantly went down the stairs in a light dress and sandals.

The lady was in excellent shape and the dress brought out her flawless long legs. Maxwell knew he would never get tired of those legs.

With a pair of sharp eyes, Maxwell automatically cast a glance at her alluring breasts under the thin dress.

"What are you looking at?" Noticing Maxwell's peculiar gaze on her, she scolded him in anger and embarrassment.

"President Greta, I found that you look even more beautiful without makeup," he complimented with an ingratiating smile. Greta glared at the man, almost turning nauseous because of her disgust for him.

Greta took a glance at the hearty breakfast he had prepared. There were sandwiches, fried eggs, and meat porridge on the table. He almost made all the breakfast she knew.

To make the breakfast, Maxwell had gotten up at five o'clock and had been busy for an hour. Few people in the western underworld were lucky enough to have breakfast cooked by the Dragon Lord himself.

In the west, Maxwell had hired several top Michelin chefs to cook for his brothers.

But his kindness, on the contrary, earned him more disdain from his wife. In Greta's opinion, men should put their careers first and work hard instead of acting like Maxwell, who was willing to be a househusband in a wealthy family for the sake of 20,000 a month!

Greta crossed her legs as she enjoyed the breakfast. "Don't ever touch me again!" she warned coldly.

"Alright." Maxwell nodded in ingratiation.

with her breakfast, though she didn't

appetite because the issue of the Kramer Group hadn't been resolved yet and

stood up elegantly, and said, "I'm having dinner with someone tonight and will be back later. There's

on

...

9 pm, Fabian sat in the private room of the Shangri-La Hotel with his legs resting on the wine table.

the whole night with him, he would knock her over before bringing her to the room upstairs and doing whatever he

had coveted Greta for a long time. He had courted her honorably at the beginning, but she did not even cast a glance at

phone with a sinister smile on his lips. He was sure he

had heard that she was married, but it seems that she married a worthless husband.

take some pictures of Grate to her husband

was opened. A female secretary at the door reminded Fabian, "Mr. Fabian, President Greta

in." said the

sound of high heels on the ground, and then

exquisite silver high heels. Fabian's eyes narrowed, desires flashing in

in a thin, black lace dress, under which her fair

rubbed his hands,

walked over leisurely. Lured by her charming temperament, Fabian

what do you want from me?"

down." Fabian laughed heartily.

about the famous President Greta for a long time. Now, I finally have the honor to meet you

said Fabian. "If the two of us team up to bid for the land downtown of Ocean City and develop it together... President Greta, there is

work together, it would

was rather charming. "It would be

cheers." Fabian raised his glass, gaze moving down

several glasses of wine, Greta's fair face turned pink. He had offered her too

to achieve cooperation immediately, as long as you reward me something." With that, he reached out and struck her

you anything if you sleep

happen!" Greta sobered up at his words and gave

drug. And you think that's not gonna happen?" Fabian sneered.

...

long after, in the room, Fabian watched Greta lying unconscious on the bed and smiled triumphantly.

completely unconscious now.

looked like a sleeping