Young Lord of The Dragon Sect novel Chapter 122

Maximilian smiled faintly and was about to say something, but Victoria interrupted him.

"Maximilian, why are you still pretending now? Are you so eager to divorce me?"

Victoria stared at Maximilian in anger. Of course, Victoria knew what Laura’s words meant. However, it didn’t occur to her that

Maximilian should have agreed to her mother’s term.

As long as they went to the shop to verify the suit’s authenticity and Laura asked Maximilian to get a divorce, Maximilian could do nothing but sign the divorce agreement!

The furious Victoria raised her hand up high and waved it against Maximilian’s face suddenly.

Watching Victoria’s movement, Maximilian closed his eyes slowly. He thought to himself. What he had done was all for the sake of Victoria, but how would it turn out like this in the end?

He wanted to put up a front for Victoria, only to have her taunted together with him.

Maximilian clenched his fists. Although the endless fury was rising in his heart, Maximilian’s expression was getting more and more peaceful, as if a monk was sitting still in meditation.

A blast of scented wind greeted him, and Victoria's hand landed on Maximilian’s cheek.

At the last moment, Victoria drew her hand back. However, she failed to control it and Maximilian’s face was slapped. It didn’t hurt, but it made a crisp noise.

Slap! With the crisp noise, all the relatives smiled, as if they had long been expecting this to happen.

Both Marcus and Laura started to smile too. They thought it was a good day today. When the birthday party was over, they could have a satisfactory son-in-law, and from then on, they could live happily forever.

Humphrey was smiling even more contentedly and almost failed to suppress his laughter. The more miserable Maximilian got, the happier Humphrey would be.

As Victoria's hand went down, Humphrey could almost see him holding Victoria’s hand and walking into the church, leading Victoria into the bridal chamber, taking off Victoria’s gorgeous gown and pressing her against the bed.

Everyone was happy, and only Maximilian and Victoria were painful. Everyone’s happiness was based on their pain.

With both hands covering her face, Victoria dashed into the bedroom and slammed the door closed.

Maximilian turned around hurriedly and was about to comfort Victoria, but he was grabbed by Humphrey.

Humphrey yelled, "You are a piece of shit. Haven't you hurt Victoria enough? Get out of my way. I'll go and comfort her, because you are not qualified to comfort her."

“I’m her husband. Why am I not qualified? Step aside..." Maximilian said coldly.

Before Maximilian could finish his words, Laura got to her feet with hands on her hips, "Maximilian, get out and wash the car. Make it shine and prove that we haven't provided for you all these years in vain."

“Loser, wash it carefully. I'll take my sisters with me to check it in a while. If there is a speck of dust, wait for a good scolding.”

Iris said harshly

It made her feel so good!

Watching Maximilian getting slapped and taunted made her feel so comfortable.

Franklin opened the present sent by Humphrey proudly and said in amazement, "Well, what Humphrey sent actually is red cubilose. This is the Rolls-Royce among cubiloses."

“Have you ever seen red cubilose before, Maximilian? A poor loser like you can never see one. Come and have a look. One box of red cubilose costs your salary of one year. Look, how enormous the gap is between you and him."

Franklin couldn't wait to show off.

Humphrey said with a smile, "It is nothing and doesn’t worth much. If Laura and Victoria like it, I will buy more in the future and braise it for you every day. It’s said that cubilose is good for lady’s skin."

At this moment, Humphrey had already regarded himself as the son-in-law of the Griffiths, and began to speak in the tone as a son-in-law.

“See how other people do things. If a loser like you has some self-awareness, you should sign the divorce agreement as soon as possible."

When Iris finished her words, she spat the nut shell on Maximilian. Seeing the spit-dipped shell stuck to Maximilian’s trousers, Iris

smiled complacently.

Clenching his fists, Maximilian walked out of the door peacefully, carried the bucket and rag to clean the car.

Half a day later, members of the Griffith Family walked out successively, got into the cars and headed to Lasdun.