Unrivaled Dragon Lord
Chapter 60: Greta Falls into Trap

A strong earthquake broke out overseas after a short while and although it was already late at night, countless forces from the dark realm were all shaken by the news. Several forces from different parties had completely vanished overseas. They were not any insignificant forces yet they were still all wiped out by countless intercontinental missiles that hit every corner of the world just few minutes back then, and many islands had been destroyed by the missiles too.

The news shook the countries and many people started to guess the culprit behind the event as only a minority of people had this kind of capability! Furthermore, some large forces and the leaders of powerful countries had also received warning at the same time that warned them to not have any thought on China, or else, they would face the same consequences suffered by the annihilated forces. Nobody knew how many leaders had had their legs trembled and were breaking cold sweats on their office chair tonight, and they would certainly not know who had made this event happen.

More people believed that the Dragon Lord had retired at the moment because if the Dragon Lord had not disappeared, this kind of situation would not happen. They believed that the Dragon Lord was truly gone while many international warlords were secretly excited because the existence of the Dragon Lord had pressurized them for too long. With the disappearance of the Dragon Lord, they could finally go wild in the overseas.

Yet it was hard to imagine what their reactions would look like if those international warlords knew the legendary one overseas was willing to become a husband in a matrilocal marriage who was deemed useless in people's eyes. They would definitely be so stunned and confused that they wondered whether he had had the satisfaction when becoming a waste or being a Dragon Lord was no longer an easy task. Nobody knew how Maxwell endured the bad voices towards him as an insignificant son in law, including his young subordinate.

Leila opened her eyes the next morning and suddenly felt a sharp pain at her abdomen the moment she wanted to get up. She drew a cold breath and became more clearheaded. "Don't move, there're still threads on your wound. Don't break the threads." A composed voice was heard from the side. Leila turned her head and saw Greta, Harriet and a face which she detested but was looking at her with caring eyes.

"You're awake?" Greta asked with a soft voice. "Miss Sandoval, it's my fault that I didn't manage to protect you." Leila apologized profusely the moment she spoke and her face flushed due to great embarrassment. Greta was only a female president in the Ocean City, yet she could not even protect her. She used to belong to the deputy team of the Special Forces and had experienced countless showers of gun bullets. The honor and kudos she used to receive had backfired on her now.

"You're injured, and you've tried your best." Greta consoled her softly. She was made to drink a lot last night and had become unconscious, not knowing what had happened at all. "Who sewed my wound close?" Leila lowered her head and was startled when she saw the trace of needle on her wound that was exposed from the gap of her shirt. Her expression became serious at once as her wound was obviously being treated by a professional. The treatment of the wound was perfect and even her could not do it that well.

"He did it." Greta threw a glimpse at Maxwell. "You?" Leila stared at Maxwell with an incredulous look. She could never believe that a fraud like him actually had such a brilliant medical skill. It was not possible. How could he know the way to do emergency treatments? Only the secret agents and those from the special forces of China had received the systematic trainings. She met his eyes and tried to discern something from his eyes, yet his eyes were clear and calm as usual, and she could not tell anything from them after a long while.

"I was drunk, and you were injured and unconscious last night. He brought us home when he reached the hotel," Greta threw a glance at Maxwell and said. "That was what he said."

"How can you prove what you said was true?" Leila stared at Maxwell and asked slowly. "Miss Sandoval, you didn't pick up my call when I called you from home. I only went to the hotel to check out on you because I was worried about you, yet I saw corpses everywhere in the hotel when I reached there, and it took me a long time to replace both of you." Maxwell spoke with a gloomy and aggrieved expression which seemed sincere. The moment he finished his words, Greta's phone rang.

After finished talking on phone, Greta took a deep glance on Maxwell and said, "Melissa called just now and she said from the news, there was a gang of mysterious robbers conducting a massacre in the hotel last night, and no one survived except the customers."

"No, they're not robbers." Leila interrupted and corrected her. "If they're not robbers, who were they?" Greta glanced at Leila with a weird look. "I don't know, but I assure you any robber would not have such good martial art skills like them." Leila muttered and frowned. "I used to catch many criminals and robbers back then, and those people last night were different from them. They were highly trained and had strong capability. They could even control their footsteps with consciously. If I had not discerned a trace of blood smell, I could never notice them at all. I'm afraid this kind of ace is hard to be found elsewhere in China." She analyzed.

Greta's face slightly went pale. She was informed about Leila's feats and she knew she was not an ordinary person, yet even she was also in danger last night and she wondered what kind of people had targeted her. "Miss Sandoval, the one who's able to hire such an ace must not be someone that could be taken lightly," Leila said with a serious look.

"Andreas Sandoval." Greta finally blurted out a name and she trembled with an icy look on her delicate face. Our female president in the Ocean City finally could not endure it anymore and was enraged. "He's that Young Master Sandoval?" Harriet asked. With a pale face, Greta nodded. "Everyone addressed him as Young Master Sandoval yet only a minority of them knows his real name... Because no one has the courage to do so."

"It must be him. Only he had that power..." Greta continued with a mixed expression. "I knew the Sandoval family would try any mean to daunt me, yet I never expect he actually wanted to kill me...He has gone too far when he stained the whole hotel with blood just to destroy the evidence. He's a demon!" She trembled and her eyes were burning with rage. She was finally provoked by that matter.

"I thought he was engaged with you back then? How could he harden his heart to do that?" Maxwell asked. "No." Greta shook her head. "He only wants the port and airport from me... He's willing to do anything to achieve his aim. Plus I'm already married and I'm afraid that made him lose his face altogether." She suddenly lifted her head with determined eyes as if she had made a decision. "The members of the Sandoval family from the capital city are all invited by Young Master Sandoval to the Ocean City today and there would be a family banquet at night. I'll join the banquet as I must stop him." Greta's words made both Leila and Harriet startled.

"Miss Sandoval, please have a second thought. Andreas Sandoval is extremely dangerous at the moment and you're at risk if you join the banquet." Leila advised. "She's right, Gret. You've tried so hard to stay alive. You'll be in grave danger if you go there again tonight. Aren't you walking straight towards a trap?" Harriet crossed her arms over her chest and wrinkled her eyebrows. Greta shook her head and said, "I have to face him soon if not now after all...If I don't go now, who knows what more crazy things would he do in the future."

Gazing at Greta's determined look, Maxwell who had not uttered a word for a long time curved his lips into a mysterious smile...

It was evening and at the underground garage of the Sandoval Building, a charming figure who was wearing a pair of high heels was walking towards a Maybach car nearby. She suddenly slowed down as a man was waiting for her beside the car with a light smile. A trace of confusion was seen on Greta's face and she asked, "Why are you coming?"

"Accompanying you to the banquet of course," Maxwell said calmly. Feeling slightly shocked, Greta then frowned. "I'll be able to handle this on my own, why should you come?"

"I'm now your husband legally. I should certainly keep you company when you want to join the Sandoval's family banquet. What if they ask you about your marriage?" Maxwell explained. Greta wrinkled her eyebrows. "There would always be trouble everywhere you go. Andreas wants to kill me, and do you want to get killed too?"

"Miss Sandoval, my life is in your hands. For you, I'm willing to do everything even if it costs my life." Maxwell smiled. Greta sneered and she could certainly not trust his bullshit. When she was being assassinated back then, that guy had run even faster than a hare and was nowhere to be found. "Sure, you can follow me if you have the courage. I'll not protect you if Andreas wants to kill you until then." With a grim smile, she opened the door of the car. She would be free the moment Maxwell died and it would save her the trouble to kick him out of the house. Without delay, Maxwell also went inside the car after Greta.

In a large mansion somewhere at the Cubic District in the Ocean City, Andreas was sitting on a luxurious leather couch while sipping tea with a relaxed look. A subordinate suddenly rushed towards him and said, "Young master, bad news... It seems that Greta Sandoval wants to come to the family banquet." He said with hesitation.

Andreas's hand which was holding the teacup shivered yet his eyes were still calm and profound. "She wants to come? Good, we'll set a trap for her...!" He spoke slowly and the delicate teacup was cracked. The spider web-like cracks spread across the cup at once as he was being filled with a grim urge to kill.0000000☐☐☐☐☐