Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Chapter 88 You Don't Need to Explain

Maxwell looked at Isadora at the bar. "How do you know him?"

"I don't know him. He came and told me that he knew me." Isadora pursed, "It happens from time to

time. I've gotten used to it."

Maxwell nodded, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Andreas, in Maxwell's mind, was a man of purpose.

He could not possibly have approached Isadora simply because she was beautiful.

"I have always hated high society because I feel they are too hypocritical, with those formalities,

superficial gentility and something like that. They are all wolves in sheep's clothing." Isadora ordered a

cup of iced tea and took a sip.

"This kind of genteelism is disgusting, especially in this metropolis, a home to hypocritical men. That's

why I came to Ocean City," Isadora said.

"Your family seems to be well off," Maxwell said. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Isadora gave Maxwell a puzzled look. "How do you know?"

"I knew it from the first time I saw you smoke lady cigarettes. Not ordinary people can afford it. And

your clothes. Your clothing shows that you are a well-off lady." Maxwell said lightly.

Isadora was a bit stunned and displeased. "Is it so obvious that you can see it at first glance?"

Maxwell shook his head. "The average person can't tell..."

Maxwell didn't finish his words, but a man like Maxwell could easily see it.

"You are observant." Isadora smiled faintly. She would have been like a pure girl if she hadn't been in

uniform.

But she was in good shape, and wore a smile that would evoke a man's desire.

Maxwell smiled meaningfully. What Maxwell didn't say was that if he couldn't understand such simple

things, he could have been killed in Syria...

"Did that man say anything to you just now?" Maxwell asked.

Isadora shook her head. "What's wrong?"

"What I want to ask is, didn't you just say you booked a room?" Maxwell smiled evilly, "Where's it?"

"There's a hotel right across the street from the bar, and we can go there after the drink," Isadora said.

"All right," said Maxwell, feeling excited. He had been in Ocean City for half a year. When he was

abroad, he got used to free and romantic life. But when he returned to China, he had never been in a

relationship with a woman. He had almost forgotten what it felt like!

Today, he could finally have a wonderful night!

After drinking, Maxwell and Isadora walked out of the bar and toward the opposite hotel.

Far down the road, in a black Mercedes, Andreas, sitting in the back seat, stared at them like a hunter-

gatherer.

"Mr. Andreas, I have my camera." One of his assistants hurried over to the black Mercedes and handed

the camera through the window.

Mr. Andreas nodded and snapped, "You've got to get some pictures of them walking into the room,

from beginning to end."

"Yes." The man had the camera in hand, stealthily approached Maxwell and Isadora.

"Max, I will not let you stay in the Bole family so peacefully." Andreas lit up a Cuban cigar and its aroma

soon filled the air inside the car.

Since Maxwell provoked him publicly outside the bathroom of the bar, then he naturally would fight

back!

Didn't Max care about that bitch Greta the most? Then he would use Greta against him!

After Maxwell and Isadora walked into the hotel, Andreas's assistant sneakily approached them and

took the pictures.

Stepping on the floppy carpet in the long hallway, Maxwell and Isadora followed the receptionist to

Room 306.

When they just entered, "Are you going to take a bath first or me? Maxwell sat down on the couch, and

asked.

"To take a bath?" Isadora smiled, then leaned close to Maxwell. "How do you want me to take a bath?"

"How about bathing together?" Maxwell laughed.

"No, I don't think it is good if a group of people rushing in when we are bathing." Isadora raised

Maxwell's chin with her fingers.

"What do you mean?" Maxwell frowned. Why there would be a group of people?

"What do you think?" Isadora took a pack of cards out of her bag and threw it on the bed.

Maxwell froze... 'Cards? What did she mean?'

"You're not taking a bath?" Maxwell asked.

"Do you really think I'm that kind of person?" Isadora glanced at Maxwell, smiled and said, "Just to get

you here to play cards with me together."

"I..."

Maxwell was totally shocked! He stared at Isadora and couldn't figure out what was going on!

'Shit! Was I fooled?!'

How could someone imagine that one day the famous legend could be fooled?

He didn't believe it, but he was, indeed, tricked!

If Andreas knew about it, he would laugh his head off, and it would be a stain and shame on Maxwell

for the rest of his life.

He was fooled?!

No one would believe he would be fooled by a girl!? It must be a piece of breaking news!

"Our friends are almost there. Just a second," said Isadora, glancing at the clock.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Maxwell walked out of the room with a miserable look... How sad and

angry he was!

He and Isadora's friends had been playing cards the whole day. If it were not for him spending on

playing cards at the base every day when he was abroad and became good at it, he would have lost

large sum of money!

Who would have thought that Isadora had tricked him into playing cards? Even Maxwell had let his

guard down.

When Maxwell left the hotel, his phone rang. It was a text message from Isadora, telling him to have a

safe trip when coming home.

Maxwell walked across to the bar, and as he teetered back on his bike toward Sandoval Tower,

someone had already captured everything in a corner.

After Maxwell left, the man of Sandoval family put away his camera, got into a car and drove to

Andreas's mansion.

In Andreas' mansion.

Andreas sat on a leather sofa and watched the photos of Maxwell and Isadora going to the hotel.

"Well done." Andreas smiled, looked at the assistant who had taken the photo and said, "You will be

given a great reward."

"Thank you, Mr. Andreas."

"Go and mail these things to Greta... Then send them to the newspapers," murmured Andreas, "The

press wants to find flaws of Greta's private. Now I give these to them, and it's up to them how to deal

with them."

Maxwell returned to Sandoval Tower, and walked into the CEO's office. Greta looked cold and she

ignored Maxwell.

"What's wrong with you, Ms. Greta?" Maxwell wondered.

"It's none of your business," Greta responded coolly.

All of a sudden, the phone in the president's office rang and Greta picked it up. "Send it up," said Greta

lightly.

A document was sent into Greta's office. Greta gently opened the document and the photos slipped out

one by one.

"How could..." Greta was stunned. She picked up a photo and stared at the scene of Maxwell and

Isadora walking side by side, laughing and talking.

And then Maxwell walked in a hotel with Isadora and then Maxwell walked out of the hotel.

When Maxwell looked down at the photos, he too was stunned.

"Ms. Greta, you have to let me explain..." Maxwell said embarrassingly, "We were just playing cards

and we did nothing else..."

"You don't have to explain." Greta picked up the photos, rose to her feet, and slammed the document at

Maxwell. "Get out!"

Greta finally flared up! The entire CEO's office seemed to be shaking!!

Maxwell did not hesitate to open the door and scampered out of the president's office embarrassingly.

Maxwell wanted to explain to Greta when she had cooled down, but moments later, two security guards

walked toward him.

"Mr. Kirk, Ms. Greta asked us to take you out. Please." Since many people in the Sandoval Group knew

that Maxwell was in an ambiguous relationship with Greta, they dared not be against Maxwell.

The Sandoval Group had a wide range of opinions about the relationship between Maxwell and Greta.

Some said Maxwell and Greta were lovers, while others said they were just boss and employee. But

some said that Greta was after Maxwell.

"I will leave myself." Frustrated, Maxwell was driven out of Sandoval Tower by two security guards.

Maxwell tried to call Greta, but he was speechless.

His wife had blacklisted her!

Dragonlord, famous abroad, and even made a sensation in Beijing, China, was blacklisted by Greta!

This was the first time Maxwell had received such treatment.