Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Chapter 14: Much Better than Servants

"First boyfriend?" Maxwell's heart skipped a beat. Jealousy surged though him.

"Didn't you want to know who he was? Let me tell you. He pursued me in high school." After giving a

brief answer, Greta hang up.

In fact, Greta hadn't been in a relationship in high school. She meant to anger Maxwell, so she made it

up.

Maxwell pondered for a moment. Then he muttered to himself with a mysterious smile, "He is her first

boyfriend. It's interesting...."

...

At the South International Airport in Ocean City, a man in a Versace grey suit walked out of the airport

with a suitcase. Having taken off his sunglasses, he looked around calmly and shook his head. "China

is still undeveloped."

When the man arrived at the gate of the airport, not far away, a black Maybach slowly approached him.

Having got off the car, the driver examined the man and then respectfully asked, "Are you Hal Danny?"

"It's me." The man glanced at the driver, asking, "Did Miss Greta ask you to pick me up?"

"Miss Greta has been waiting for you at the company for a long time." The driver took the suitcase and

put it in the trunk. He then opened the door and invited Hal to get on.

The engine rumbled as the Maybach sped towards the distant Sandoval Tower....

"It has been a long time since I left the country. I have never expected that I'll be reunited with Greta,"

Hal sighed. Sitting in the back seat, he was looking out of the window at the rapidly retreating scenery.

"Mr. Hal, are you familiar with President Greta?" Greta's driver was very talkative. Hal's words made

him curious.

"Of course, Greta and I have known each other back in high school. At that time, Greta was the beauty

queen of the school.... I really miss those days," Hal said.

"Mr. Hal, I believe that with your talent and temperament, you will definitely impress President Greta.

But it's a pity...." The driver suddenly stopped with hesitation, looking a bit embarrassed.

"What do you want to say?" Hal looked at the driver in bewilderment.

"It's a pity that President Greta has married." On hearing the driver's words, Hal stiffened, and his eyes

instantly turned cold.

"I haven't expected that someone will be worthy of Greta." Hal slowly spoke, his voice sounding

gloomy.

"President Greta has been married for months, but we've never seen her husband." The driver paused.

There was disdain in his voice. "In the past few months, President Greta has never brought him to

public places. Many meddlesome reporters fail to get any information of this mysterious man. It is said

that he is a useless man, who always stays at home and lives off President Greta."

"All the staffs of the company doesn't understand why President Greta, who is understanding, married

such a useless man." Narrowing his eyes, Hal muttered, "It's interesting. I'll meet him later."

Greta, dressed in formal clothes rather than long dresses she usually wore, was standing at the

entrance of the Sandoval Tower. Today's talks were very important, for it was related to the profits of

the entire group in the next few years. She must take it seriously.

Wearing her smooth shoulder-length hair loose, Greta was looking into the distance, and thinking about

how to convince Hal to attend the banquet held in his honor in the hotel.

Greta intended to receive Hal in the hotel. However, on the way to the company, Hal asked to dine at

Greta's house, saying that he was very repulsive to business banquets and wanted to feel the warm

atmosphere at her home.

Greta's father, Derrick, had already warned her that this cooperation was very important and that she

must win this project!

The Maybach gradually appeared in everyone's line of sight, and then it stopped. Hardly was the car

door opened then Hal saw his charming goddess standing at the entrance of the Sandoval Tower.

"Greta, long time no see." Having got off, Hal warmly shook with Greta.

A cold feeling touched Hal a little bit. Greta's slender hands were cold and soft, as if flawless jade.

Looking down at them infatuatedly, he couldn't help but hold onto Greta's hand tightly, reluctant to

release his grip.

Greta frowned and gently pulled her hand out of Hal's. Then she smiled politely, "Hal, I haven't seen

you for years. You're too enthusiastic."

Hal smiled awkwardly. "Greta, you are very beautiful. You are more beautiful than any women I have

seen overseas."

"Hal, you must be tired of traveling. I've already hosted a welcoming banquet for you at the hotel,"

Greta said with a smile.

Hal was slightly shocked, and then laughed. "Greta, did you hear me wrong on the phone? I'm not

interested in these business banquets at the hotel."

"Alright." With an unnatural expression, Greta had to take Hal to her mansion.

Along the way, Greta sent a message to Maxwell, telling him to hurry up and buy some good dishes

from the hotel. If Hal was not properly entertained, and chose to cooperate with the Sandoval Group's

competitors, it would definitely be a big loss for the Sandoval Group!

Maxwell glanced at the screen of his phone, muttering, "How dare you ask me to cook for your first

boyfriend? If I listen to you, I will be looked down on."

Along the way, Greta was very nervous. Although she had warned Maxwell more than once, she knew

that he always let her down. If he messed up this matter, she would apply to her father for an approval

to divorce Maxwell! She couldn't stand to live with him.

When Maybach stopped at the entrance of the mansion, Greta's heart was in her mouth.

On hearing the roar of the engine, Maxwell hurriedly came out to welcome them. Greta's heart beat

wildly when she saw Maxwell.

After Hal entered the mansion, Greta and Maxwell followed behind. Greta whispered, "How are the

preparations going? What dishes have you bought? Did you buy Hal's favorite noodles with cheese

and baked lobster?"

In shock, Maxwell returned, "President Greta, it was too late to go to the hotel when I saw the text

message, so I made some very homely dishes...."

Greta's heart skipped a beat, for she thought she were done for.

Greta glared at Maxwell. Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger as she said coldly, "If you ruin it, you

know the consequences!"

After saying that, she snubbed Maxwell, and walked forward in high heels.

As Greta stomped forward to vent her anger, Maxwell thought she was extremely charming.

Staring at Greta's receding figure, Maxwell put on a meaningful smile on his face....

Greta showed Hal around the mansion. When Hal saw Maxwell walking in, a trace of malice flashed

across Hal's face, which was wreathed in calm smiles.

"Are you the legendary husband of Greta?"

"It's me. Mr. Hal, sit down. I'll make tea for you." Maxwell bowed with smiles, as if he were currying

favor.

Very quickly, Maxwell brought over two cups of tea and placed them on the coffee table in front of

Greta and Hal.

Hal examined Maxwell. At the sight of Maxwell's dirty white shirt and his dirty face, Hal put on a

disdainful smile.

Hal finally understand why Greta was reluctant to show up in public with her husband. Maxwell was

more like Greta's servant than her husband.

What a useless man. No wonder Greta refused to let others see Maxwell. It seemed that he was only

suitable to be a servant.

"Greta, you have disciplined your husband very well. He is much better than those servants. He must

be obedient." Hal said slowly.

To ease the atmosphere, Greta replied with a frown, "It's almost time for dinner. Hal, they are just some

homely dishes. Have a try first...."

Before Greta finished, Hal looked at Maxwell and said meaningfully, "No need. I haven't eaten

authentically flavored home cooking for a long time since I have been running a business with my

father overseas. I really want to have some home cooking today."

Greta had to stand up. Having a cold stare at Maxwell, she turned and took Hal to the dining room.

Along the way, Greta's heart had been beating wildly, because she knew Maxwell's cooking skill very

well. This guy was just an average cook, standing no comparison with chefs from restaurants.

After entering the dining hall, Greta slowed down, staring blankly at delicate dishes on the dining table

with uneven breathing.

Hal was also shocked. Looking at Greta, he asked, "Did your husband cook these?"

"He...." Just as Greta was about to explain, Maxwell answered, "Yes, due to the limited time, I've only

cooked a few dishes. I hope you will be satisfied, Mr. Hal."

After Greta sat down, she looked at the delicate dishes on the dining table in shock. These dishes had

different styles, with the flavor of many countries. On the surface, Maxwell's cooking skill was not

inferior to that of a Michelin 3-star chef.

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chefs.

Greta looked up at Maxwell in bewilderment.

When had he been so good at cooking?