Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Chapter 102 Forget What Happened that Night

"You'll know it later." Maxwell said meaningfully.

But in Greta's eyes, she thought Maxwell was talking nonsense and she ignored him.

How could she give up the cooperation with Metis if he didn't tell her the reasons?

"Just a reminder," Maxwell smiled faintly and left.

"You know her?" Suddenly, Maxwell paused, and felt nervous.

He slowly turned his head and found Greta's beautiful eyes staring at him coldly.

Maxwell shuddered at Greta's grim look. He quickly said, "Of course not. I just don't think she looks like

a nice person."

"Get out." Greta softened her tone and commanded.

"All right."

Maxwell let out a sigh of relief and scampered out of the office. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

At the moment when Maxwell walked out of the office, Greta raised a meaningful smile.

Greta made a phone call and said in a fluent, authentic foreign language, "Are you free tonight? Let's

have dinner together."

In the late afternoon, Maxwell sat next to Greta in a private room in the five-star hotel. He looked

curiously at the delicate and luxurious cold dishes on the table and said, "Ms. Greta, who are you

waiting for? You've been waiting for so long."

"You'll know when she comes," Greta said lightly.

Five minutes later, outside the corridor, there spread the sound of high-heeled shoes.

Maxwell was shocked! The familiar high-heeled shoes sound sent chill down his spine! And he looked

fierce immediately!

Maxwell jerked his head around and looked at the box door!

A woman with long hair suddenly walked in!

It was Metis!

Maxwell would never forget this woman! Because of her, his life was in danger many times!

"Ms. Greta, your chauffeur is here too?" Metis took off her sunglasses, glanced over Greta, and finally

landed on Maxwell, who looked grim beside Greta.

Maxwell's face twitched. Was Metis insulting him?

After Metis sat down, they soon started chatting. Hot dishes were served, and neither Greta nor Metis

had eaten much, instead, they were talking merrily.

Maxwell, on the other hand, wolfed down the dishes. Greta, who was chatting with Metis, could not

bear to look at his greedy look, and warned, "Take it slowly."

"Ms. Greta, leave the servants alone. They certainly don't have the same eating manners as we do,"

Metis laughed.

Greta nodded and smiled. "You are right. I didn't expect that we can reach the agreement so fast."

All of a sudden, the drumstick in Maxwell's left hand quivered slightly, and Maxwell's eyes became

deep.

Maxwell stared at Metis. Naturally, he would not believe that Metis, as the Goddess of Wisdom from the

Western Dark World, would just come here to cooperate with the Sandoval Group.

The profit from this collaboration was probably less than one thousandth of Metis's price.

Metis seemed to notice that Maxwell was staring at her. She smiled a little and asked, "Do you have

any question?"

"No, I just want to tell you that the dishes have been served, and you can eat now." Maxwell calmed

down and smiled.

Greta glanced over the table and frowned. "You've eaten so much. What are we going to eat now?

Your leftovers?"

Greta looked disgruntled for Maxwell's impoliteness. She was afraid Metis had changed her

impressions on herself.

Although the Sandoval Group and Metis partnership seemed to be a done deal, Greta didn't want to

lower her status in the eyes of others because of Maxwell.

Maxwell felt so wronged. Greta and Metis were chatting, leaving him hungry.

"Ms. Greta," Maxwell said with a smile, "there are still a few delicious meals to come. I'm just afraid

you'll be too full and not have the appetite to eat the meals later."

Greta grunted, turned her head and took Metis's hand intimately. "Let's get something to eat first."

"Good." Metis smiled, picked up her bowl, handed it to Maxwell, and said, "Help me with the soup."

Maxwell's face stiffened. Metis was clearly ordering him in the voice of a superior commanding her

subordinates. Maxwell looked up into Metis's beautiful eyes coldly.

In the past, in the home base overseas, Metis wouldn't dare to talk to him in such tone, otherwise, she

might receive harsh punishment.

But now it was different. He still hid his identity in China, which meant that Metis had gotten something

on him!

No one would believe that the Dragonlord would be at the disposal of the Goddess of Wisdom in China.

"All right." Maxwell smiled quickly, nodded, and graciously served Metis a bowl full of soup.

"Turn that dish for me."

"Peel this shrimp for me."

Metis then treated Maxwell like a slave, giving orders at will. Maxwell was more of a Metis's servant

that Metis's driver!

However, Greta didn't complain about that. And she felt less angry seeing Maxwell serving Metis.

Metis enjoyed it very much, and a smile flashed in her beautiful eyes. She was teasing Maxwell on

purpose, and she was taking revenge!

When Maxwell had gotten everything ready, Metis nodded in satisfaction and said, "Ms. Greta, you've

got a really good driver."

Maxwell's mouth twitched. Suddenly, his cell phone rang. Maxwell pulled it out and saw a text message

from an overseas number.

"I didn't expect Dragonlord would be so considerate."

Maxwell knew that it was from Metis and that Metis was insulting him.

However, Maxwell couldn't complain but smiled. If it weren't for Greta, Maxwell would definitely have

taught Metis a hard lesson.

When they finished the meal, Maxwell served some tea for Greta and Metis and listened to their

conversation. They chatted everything, from skin care products to cosmetics, from jewelry to bags. And

Maxwell was like a water waiter, unable to get a word in.

After a meal, Greta and Metis were almost as close as sisters. Greta hugged Metis's arm and said with

a friendly smile, "That's a deal. If there are any good cosmetics and bags in the future, please help me

buy them as soon as possible."

"Of course," Metis said, glancing at Maxwell and smiling. "He's such a nice driver. I have a good time

tonight!"

"Take the car." Greta glanced over at Maxwell.

"Okay, take your time. I'll go get the car." Maxwell was too upset to say anything, and only smiled

flatteringly. A moment later, he pulled Maybach out of the underground garage and stopped by the

roadside.

The two women opened the door and sat in. Immediately, the air was filled with the fragrance of the two

beauties. Maxwell took a deep breath and felt pleasant.

He started the car, and on the road, Maxwell couldn't help watching Metis and Greta sitting in the back

through the rearview mirror. They were both beautiful and in good shape. How nice would it be if both

of them could be his women!

But Maxwell didn't really dare to do so. Metis was a wild rose with thorns, while Greta only changed her

opinions of him recently.

Metis's hotel was a long way away, so Maxwell took Greta back to the mansion and then drove Metis

back to the hotel.

As Greta opened the car door and entered the mansion, Maxwell's face turned cold and harsh. "Metis,

what are you doing?!"

"Don't you know what I'm doing, Dragonlord?" Metis stared at Maxwell coolly, emitting an aura of

coldness.

"Let the past be the past. Why are you still obsessing with it?" Maxwell smoked a cigarette, exhaled a

puff of smoke.

"For you, it has passed, but for me, it's not!" Metis said coldly. Every word seemed to be an invisible

blade, penetrating Maxwell's heart.

"Dragonlord! I said I would never let you go as long as I'm alive." Metis clenched her teeth, "I'll definitely

get back at you!"

"Can't you forget what happened that night?"

Maxwell sighed.