Young Lord of The Dragon Sect
Chapter 90: I'm actually very rich

Cynicism and disdain.

It was a so-called gathering of ex-employees in Supreme Beauty SPA saloon, but it had become a gathering for browbeating and mockery.

That was why Maximilian didn't want to come.

What a party! It was a fake as both male and female were flirting, men blowing each other off pretentiously.

And, as he knew from a quick glance, the dozen or so people here used to work in his SPA saloon.

"Maximilian, you came without a notice, otherwise I could pick you up. What, you didn't come the first two times I call you, but you came when Sara invited you? Isn't it too disrespectful to me, your brother?" The one who said this was none other than Harry. At this moment, he had gotten up with a smile on his face and hooked Maximilian's shoulder, looking warm and easy-going.

At a first glance, others would think that old friends were reunited and that their relations were distinctly amicable.

Maximilian blandly glanced at him, had he become so hypocritical even now?

When did he ever call himself?

Walking to the middle of the box, Harry directly handed Kelvin a glass of red wine and said,

"Come on, it's rare for Maximilian to come today. Let's propose a toast, as he is my good buddy.'

A group of people were already indifferent to Maximilian, who was an insignificant man at the shop. He had a notorious reputation in H City and was a loser, and many people shunned him.

But, since Harry had said so, the group squeezed out a smile and raised their glasses in order to befriend Harry.

With a helpless sneer in his heart, Maximilian drank his wine and sat down directly in the corner.

However, Harry naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity.

His eyes gestured to Alan on the side, who immediately understood and raised his voice.

"Maximilian, you're so fucking uninteresting! Every time Harry called you to a party, you don't answer the phone. Why, did you change your number?

Or do you not respect Harry, or perhaps, do you not respect us?"

Alan was one of Harry's buddies. He could read Harry's mind that he was looking down on Maximilian, that he wanted to humiliate him and made him embarrassed.

At these words, the crowd accused Maximilian of.

"Yeah, Maximilian, you don't think that because you're the Griffith family's loser son-in-law, you're looking down on us old colleagues, do you?”

"Maybe he is now rich and prosperous, and naturally don't respect us. After all, he was the Griffith family's son-in-law, ah, definitely a gentry."

"Ha, stop it! How could he become rich and prosperous? His fame was as bad as rotten eggs in H City! I've heard that, in the Griffith family, he's worse than the dogs that watch the door." "Oh, Alan, don't make fun of him, now in our group, it's Harry who's the most awesome boss!"

The group kept belittling Maximilian, while wasting no time to curry favor with Harry.

Harry sat happily on the sofa, and was sipping his wine with crossed legs. He raised his hand and pretended to be nice, saying,

"We are all old friends. I just opened a small shop, and it's nothing! I only made five million dollars in the last six months."

However, the smile had betrayed his inner desire to show off.

The crowd balked at the words.

Looking at Maximilian again, sitting alone in the corner, Harry felt so good in his heart!

Thinking back in the day, he and Maximilian were considered good buddies.

But, for Victoria, the two fell out.

Now, seeing Maximilian in this situation made him feel content in his heart.

How could such a trash worthy of being with Victoria?

"Hey, Maximilian, I am asking you something, why don't you answer me?"

Alan's face was slightly cold and he looked upset.

This idiot, was actually sitting in the corner and eating.

Was he looking down on himself, or on Harry?

Maximilian said with a laughter,

"It's nothing. I've been busy recently and I haven't had time to come out. So, I'd like to say sorry to everyone and apologize to Harry. Besides, I'm here today, aren't I?"

These whips had dirty thoughts in their bellies, and Maximilian understood at the first place.

This bit of caution and tactics was nothing compared to the Dragon Sect.

Little tricks that Maximilian could play when he was six years old.

Harry laughed and said.

"All right, all right, it's a rare gathering, so let's all toast."

After they drank a glass of wine, Harry suddenly turned to Maximilian, asking, "Maximilian, I hear you're still at the Supreme Beauty SPA? How's that, is Issac still targeting you after I'm gone?"

Maximilian chuckled and said.

"It's okay."

What would their faces look like if he told them that he had bought the Supreme Beauty SPA saloon for forty million dollars?

Alan, who was on the side, immediately laughed mockingly and said,

"I'm sure you're being targeted just like before, so if you can't stand it anymore, remember to come and replace Harry. By the way, I heard that you can't even be with your own daughter and you're having a divorce with Victoria? Is it true?"

Just one question, the entire box fell silent.

Everyone's ears perked up.

Victoria, a name that made man craving, was the goddess in H City.

They never thought that such a fairy would marry a loser like Maximilian.

Harry also flickered slightly as he paid close attention to this Maximilian's every word and action.

"That is rumor. And we're fine now." Maximilian chuckled lightly.

Alan grinned.

Harry, however, immediately said,"Are you going to divorce?

Maximilian, this is your fault. After all these years, you are still as poor as a church mouse?

It's not very nice to let a beauty like Victoria follow you and suffer all the time."

Harry had been thinking about Victoria, and he wanted very much to prove to her right now, in front of her, that he was better than Maximilian!

He was more successful than Maximilian!

Maximilian was silent for a moment and said,

"She's not suffering either, and our relationship is still solid, so don't bother Harry."

Several people looked at each other and laughed, their eyes full of ridicule for Maximilian.

This guy, he was quite the pretender.

Emotional discord was emotional discord. What was the point of pretending to have strong feelings here?

Harry got up, sat next to Maximilian, patting him on the shoulder and said,

"I've asked around before, you're still working at the grass-root level, and it's been so long that you can't even get a foreman, right?"

Here it came. Harry was starting to replace troubles.

Maximilian just smiled slightly as he said, "Yes, in order to live, there is nothing wrong with working at the grass-root level. Unlike you guys, everyone is a big boss or general manager, I really envy." Since Harry wanted to replace superiority from himself so much, he should give him enough space, since he didn't lack it anyway.

Besides, it was really no fun.

In the future, it's impossible to say who will soar and who will fall.

Harry smiled and laughed as he patted Maximilian's shoulder and said,

"It's okay, work hard and try to make over ten thousand a month."

Maximilian shrugged his shoulders.

Alan, who was on the side, smiled and said,

"Maximilian, Harry has just recently opened his shop and he is hiring, why don't you consider it?

Talk to him, he won't treat you badly, after all, you used to be good buddies."

Harry grinned and sat on the sofa in an easy manner, taking a small sip of red wine and waiting for Maximilian to open his mouth and beg for himself.

Great!

He never thought Maximilian would beg him one day!

"That's right, Maximilian, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity! I want to go, Harry, what do you think of me?"

Aman on the sidelines said enviously.

"I want to go too, I heard that turnover of his shop is millions a month, with several dozens of employees!"

Sara was jealous, and she sat close to Harry with a face of admiration, constantly rubbing and pampering.

There were just a dozen people in the box. At first, everyone was playing on their own, but now that they steeply heard Alan's topic, everyone became so active and couldn't wait to look at Harry.

They had come to the party with a purpose in mind.

There was no way to go around it, as that was the reality.

They were ordinary people who were just trying to replace a good job.

"Harry, are you looking for staff?"

"Harry, look at me......"

Wendy sat next to him. At this moment, she came up to Tarry, her big eyes fluttering.

He was a rich master!

Today, she begged Sara to bring her out, in order to befriend a rich man like Harry.

So what if she knelt on the bed and call Harry daddy? How comfortable it was to lie down and made money!

The group of people chattered on, desperately wanting Harry to take a stand.

Harry, however, looked at Maximilian and asked with a smile,

"Maximilian, what do you think? If you beg me, I'll give you a job as foreman straight away at 10,000, how about that?"

The crowd was all shocked when they heard that!

Ten thousand?

All of a sudden, all of them were on fire, even jealous of Maximilian!

"Maximilian, what are you thinking about? Why don't you thank Harry, this is a good opportunity for you!"

Alan called out, a mocking coldness flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"Maximilian, don't be ungrateful. This is the opportunity given to you by Harry himself!"

"This idiot, how dare he not give a toast to Harry?"

"Loser, he is just stupid. Harry, he doesn't want it, give it to me."

Faced with the crowd's persuasion and scolding, Maximilian was helpless, put down his glass and thought.

In that case, let's just tell the truth.

I, Maximilian, have bought the Supreme Beauty SPA, and my yearly earnings are several times higher than yours.

So Maximilian said,

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need them because, in fact, I've already bought......"