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.

Maxwell expertly massaged for Greta, which made Greta feel comfortable and numb. Even the pain in her lower abdomen seemed to ease a little.

"Gee... I really envy some girls. They are loved by their husbands but they don't know how happy they are." Suddenly, Harriet came down from the second floor with a smile and sat beside Greta. Greta gave Harriet a sulky look and said coldly, "Why don't you find a husband?"

"Which man's skills can be as good as your husband's? He just gave you a massage, and the pain disappears," Harriet said.

"Let him give you a massage if you have the ability," Greta said.

"No. There's a female demon next to me. How dare I do so?" Harriet teased.

Maxwell squatted and massaged Greta's feet for half an hour before drying them with a towel.

By this time, the pain in Greta's body had largely dissipated, and she felt refreshed. Now she felt sleepy.

"I'm going to sleep." Greta said wearily as she made her way up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

***

A week later, in the Sandoval Tower.

Sitting in the president's office, Greta picked up the phone and dialed a number.

At this time, Maxwell was busy doing housework in the villa.

"What's the matter, Ms. Greta?" When Maxwell saw it was Greta calling him, he picked it up immediately.

"Pick someone up for me. Some of my men are busy now," said Greta.

"No problem." Maxwell agreed without hesitation.

This showed that Greta believed in him!

In the afternoon, Maxwell rode his bicycle to Sandoval Tower, pulled the Maybach out of its underground garage and headed toward the hotel address Greta had given him.

The Maybach S-class was parked in front of a hotel, and a long-haired woman wearing sunglasses walked out of the hotel.

Maxwell sat in the driver's seat and looked over his shoulder at the woman. He felt she was somewhat familiar.

The woman walked straight up to Maxwell's car, opened the door and got in.

The fragrance soon filled the air in the car.

When Maxwell smelled the perfume, his face froze.

Maxwell suddenly turned his head and stared straight at the woman. The he became alerted.

"We haven't seen for a long time," said the woman with a smile.

Maxwell reached out his hand and took off the woman's sunglasses. A good-looking face appeared in front of him.

'It's you!" said Maxwell sharply. Never had he thought that he would meet the beautiful but dangerous woman here!

"Was it a surprise?" said the woman with a charming smile that no man would resist.

Maxwell stared straight at her. He was indeed surprised and flustered.

The famous The Goddess of Wisdom of Western Dark World, Metis!

This woman, wanted by many superpowers, was sitting next to him.

"What are you doing in China?" Maxwell said coldly.

"Nothing, just hanging around." Metis smiled weakly.

Maxwell, of course, did not believe this woman, who was known as the most dangerous woman in the world. Even Maxwell would fall into her trap. Naturally, Maxwell dared not let down his guard. "Start the car." said Metis.

"Get out of the car. The person I'm going to pick up is not you," Maxwell said.

Metis gave Maxwell a look of

surprise, Dragonlord, you've been

out of your mind, have you? I am the

client-of

client of the Sandoval Group. you don't send me to the Sandoval

Group, you know what will happen."

"Metis, what are you doing?" Maxwell looked grim. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Metis by the throat!

In Western Dark World, the one Maxwell was most afraid of was Metis!

The woman was so deceptive. If he wasn't alerted, he would be enchanted and tortured by her.

Maxwell was afraid that Metis's visit to China would affect the Sandoval Group.

"What do I want? Will I tell you?"

Metis looked calm. "Dragonlord,

advise you to take me to the Sandoval Group safe and sound. The meeting is about to start. If I'm late, you know the consequences."

Maxwell's face was pale. Slowly he let go of his hand. "I warn you, Metis, if it affects the Sandoval Group, even if it does a little damage to Greta, I won't let you go no matter where you hide!" "Of course I know, you're Dragonlord. Who dares to offend you? "Metis gave a charming smile.

***

In the meeting room of the Sandoval Group.

Greta sat in her seat and waited anxiously. Metis should have arrived at this time. There were only five minutes left for the meeting to start, but she hadn't arrived yet. Greta called Maxwell numerous times, but he didn't answer.

Three minutes... Two minutes...

As the minutes passed, Greta began to regret asking Maxwell to pick Metis up. He always dropped the ball at critical moments.

Suddenly, the sound of clear

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high-heeled shoes on the ground came in from the outside. A beautiful woman came in with an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry, the car

broke down, so I'm almost late. Sorry to keep you waiting. Content

Maxwell waited at the door for a full hour. When the meeting was over and Greta came out, Maxwell followed Greta into the office.

"What happened? Why the car would break down?" Greta asked, frowning.

"The tire got flat, and it took some time to replace it," Maxwell said dryly.

"Ms. Greta, we cannot work with Metis," Maxwell said suddenly.

Greta was stunned. "Why?"☐☐☐☐☐☐☐