Unrivaled Dragon Lord novel Chapter 86

In the early hours of the next morning, there was a knock on Andreas's door. He got up and opened the door in his luxurious pajamas.

"What's the matter?" Andreas frowned, slightly displeased.

"Mr. Andreas, Shusaku went to kill Greta and Maxwell last night." said the man.

"And then?" Andreas looked calm.

"Shusaku was defeated. His body was found this morning beside a river. It was seppuku suicide." said the man.

"Seppuku... Interesting." Mr. Andreas looked a little shocked, and then raised a mysterious smile.

"Why would the first swordsman of Japan perform hara-kiri?" Andreas murmured.

"The game is getting more interesting," Andreas said to himself, "Max, I didn't expect you to give me so many surprises."

"Mr. Andreas, what should we do?" The man asked respectfully.

"Didn't Lennon have a little girl? Last time he got the advantages. Let's take him down a peg." Andreas was calm.

"I was told that Lennon is very fond of this little girl, who is spoiled. It's not easy to deal with," said the man.

"Isadora is Lennon's soft spot, and if we take her down, we will have Lennon in our control," Andreas said. "If Lennon puts pressure on Greta, no matter how tough that bitch is, she has to give up the port and airport development rights."

"It's more than that. We may have the chance to control the Bole Family. It kills two birds with one stone," Andreas said softly. "Go and fetch my clothes and figure out Isadora's routine."

"When I get her, it is a piece of cake to deal with the Sandoval family, even Greta."

Maxwell was sitting in the CEO's office when he suddenly sneezed.

"Shit, who is cursing me?" Maxwell cursed. 'As strong as I am, how would I sneeze?' Maxwell wondered.

"Get out of here and leave me to my work!" Greta sat on the office chair, raised her eyes at Maxwell, and said coolly.

After Greta saw Maxwell flirting with Isadora, she became very hostile to Maxwell, and always shouted at him, not taking him to her eyes at all.

Oh, Maxwell felt so aggrieved. He didn't dare have any objection as Greta was his wife. The only way to sooth Greta was to keep smiling and not fighting back.

"Ms. Greta, there's no place to sit outside." Maxwell said nervously, thinking of finding a reason to stay with her.

"No space?" Greta sneered, as if expecting Maxwell to say so.

Maxwell's heart beat fast, and he felt uneasy...

Greta reached out her hand and picked up the landline and said, "Bring me a chair and put it outside my office."

Maxwell froze.

A moment later, Maxwell said with a wry smile, "Greta, I don't think it would work. You don't want people to know about my relationship with you, do you?"

Greta glared at Maxwell angrily and said coldly, "How shameless you are! You come here every day. Everyone in the Sandoval Group knows our relationship."

"I..." Maxwell was speechless. A few minutes later, a security guard came in with a chair.

"Just put it by the door," Greta ordered.

"Greta. Don't do that. I am your husband. It will make you lose face to treat me like that." Maxwell was embarrassed. Greta actually made him sit in the doorway!

"You care about my face?" Greta gave a snort. "Are you going out on your own or shall I ask someone to get you out?"

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Five minutes later, there was an extra chair at the door of the president's office. Maxwell sat on the chair, embarrassed.

Only now did he understand what Greta was up to... Greta wanted him to stand by the door like a guard dog. It was revenge!

People walked past and by the president's office. Many employees noticed Maxwell sitting at the door of the president's office, gossiping and laughing.

Maxwell, in his position, was really like a guard dog.

Maxwell couldn't withstand the dismissive smiles on the employees' faces. Just then, his cell phone rang.

When Maxwell answered the phone, a seductive voice sounded, "Why don't you hang up on me?"

"What's the matter?" Maxwell smiled. It was from Isadora.

"No one has ever hung up on me. You're the first one," Isadora said interestingly.

"Well, it was lucky to be your first," Maxwell grinned. "How many times have I been your first man?"

"Where are you?" Isadora asked.

"In the office," Maxwell replied.

"Would you like to have a drink?"