Unrivaled Dragon Lord novel Chapter 81

The long-haired beauty set her eyes on Maxwell. With dark skin and a smile on his ace, he did behave so crazily.

"You're crazy." The long-haired beauty spat out the remaining smoke, and gave a light evaluation.

Unlike the men who accosted her, Maxwell was not courteous. He did grab a cigarette from a woman.

What a rascal!

"You're beautiful," Maxwell laughed, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke. "Few would have such cigarette."

"How do you know?" The women with delicate, seductive makeup looked at Maxwell with interest.

"It's Yves Saint Laurent. I remember it cost tens of thousands in the black market." Maxwell played with the burning cigarette.

"Yes, go on." The long-haired beauty nodded and looked into Maxwell's beautiful eyes with increasing interest.

"You are beautiful, like smoke, and the smoke tastes cool and fragrant..." Maxwell talked a lot, and the long-haired woman looked at Maxwell with more and more appreciation.

She nodded and said, "I've never met anyone who knows as much about women's cigarettes as you do. Are you a smoker?"

Maxwell shook his head. "I just have a lot of smoke at home."

What Maxwell didn't say was that in the warehouse of his villa in Belgium and Sanya, there were too many cigarettes to fit in the warehouse.

She'd have taken aback if she knew how many cigarettes Maxwell had. That was too many to be described!!

"The cigarette tastes good, but I wonder how you taste like..." Maxwell gazed interestingly at the eyes of the long-haired beauty. If it were not for Greta, he would not have been so honest when he returned to China. When he was abroad, he was like a philanderer!

The long-haired beauty took a deep look at Maxwell, and suddenly stepped out. Her whole body almost clung to Maxwell!

A fragrant scent reached Maxwell's nose and made his legs go weak.

"There are people inside the toilet," said the long hair beauty meaningfully.

Maxwell's eyes twinkled and raised a smile. The woman was giving him a hint.

Maxwell knew what the long-haired woman meant. He leaned close to her ear and blew hot air. "It doesn't have to be in the bathroom. It can be in the kitchen, on the balcony."

"You're funny," the long-haired beauty said with a smile. She gazed at Maxwell deeply, reached out her hand to unzip his crotch.

Just as she wanted to stretch in, the long-haired woman looked shy. Something seemed to stick against the crotch...

The long-haired woman blushed!

'How could I be so bold? What am I doing?' The woman's face was hot. She hurriedly withdrew her hand, and said in a low voice, "Well, think about it."

Immediately, the long hair beauty left quickly.

Maxwell bowed his head and pulled out a gilded card from his pants. His restless breath slowed down. Looking at the card, he muttered, "Isadora..."

"Well, what a good trip to the toilet. You even got a card." At that moment, a cold and indifferent voice came from behind. Greta had been silently watching him and Isadora flirting with each other.

"Ms. Greta..." Maxwell was shocked. 'Oh, my gosh!' He didn't notice Greta was here!

Greta was wearing high heels and it would definitely make sound. But he was so absorbed in flirting with Isadora that he didn't even notice Greta had arrived!

Maxwell's heart missed a beat, and he felt a terrible foreboding.

"Ahem... Let me explain, Ms. Greta..." Maxwell smiled awkwardly, but Greta didn't want to listen to the explanation. She turned straight away and said coldly, "Explanation is like a cover-up. And covering it up means it is true."