Young Lord of The Dragon Sect
Chapter 93: This punch in the face

A dead mouse feels no cold. Anyway, he had already pretended to the a VIP, and he was not afraid to pretend more.

When the crowd heard this, they said with admiration.

"Boss Harry is awesome! We must follow you from now on!"

Sara's eyes were filled with Harry, and the more she looked at him, the more handsome he became. She wanted to swallow him in one bite. She had to win over the man.

To that end, she went to the bathroom, and removed her underwear to facilitate what she was going to do next.

When she returned to the room again, she sat beside Harry while intentionally flirted with him and made him aroused.

For a nightclub veteran like Harry, he knew Sara was totally naked underneath. Then he smiled and clinked glasses with Sara.

They couldn't stop flirting under the table.

The vibe was just right for the moment.

Sara turned to ask Maximilian.

"Maximilian, what's the name of your shop, and how much money do you make a year?

Otherwise, why don't you close it and come to work for Harry.'

She despised Maximilian from the bottom of her heart.

Did he think that marrying into the Griffith family made him great?

He was still a loser.

Now that Sara said that, it was definitely intentional.

According to what she thought, even if Maximilian was good at opening a crappy shop, could he be better than Harry?

Harry's revenue went up to millions of dollars a month.

Therefore, as soon as Sara's words were heard, everyone's eyes in the room locked on Maximilian with all kinds of strange gazes. Harry also raised his eyebrows and looked over.

He asked with a frown with a rather contemptuous laugh.

"Maximilian, are you running a shop? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Maximilian calmly replied. "A small business, how can it be as good as yours, Boss Harry?"

In fact, Maximilian was afraid that if he said so, Harry and the others would replace a crack in the ground to hide themselves in.

He spent $40 million to buy the Supreme Beauty SPA Saloon.

Maximilian was really disgusted with this group of snobbish former colleagues.

These people, after talking for so long without leaving his name behind, were all humiliating and demeaning him in each sentence. Harry laughed and asked with a raised eye brow.

"What kind of shop? Tell me about it and I'll see if there's any chance of working with you guys as partners."

Could this guy open a store?

It was hilarious!

Maximilian replied truthfully.

"It's a beauty salon with a little share of mine, which isn't much. I don't participate in management"

Harry frowned and said.

"So that's it? No wonder you don't like my offering.

That's fine, since everyone is doing well, I'm happy.

Then I'm here to wish you a great success in business and open your small beauty shop across the country.'

After saying that, Harry proposed a toast.

The crowd drank it all in one gulp and felt uncomfortable.

They never expected Maximilian, who was the object of ridicule, opened a small beauty shop.

Even if he just had a little share, it was still pretty good, much better than doing physical work like them.

Just after sitting down, Harry asked again impatiently.

"By the way, what's the name of your beauty shop? I'll ask someone about it later, and maybe our company can even work with you."

Maximilian nodded and said.

"It's just a small shop."

After saying that, the crowd was silent and didn't seem enthusiastic at all.

And the crowd was only focused on flattering Harry.

After all, that was the main event of the day.

Maximilian opened a store?

It was just a small business.

Compared to Harry, that was simply negligible.

What else could they expect from a small beauty shop?

Maximilian ate his food silently. If he knew it, he wouldn't have come.

It was all about watching Harry show off with no fun.

When the meal was almost done, Harry and Sara both went out together, saying that they had some business.

But everyone in the room understood that they were probably going for a make out.

Especially the men in the box, who thought Harry really earned a lot to enjoy Sara's sexy body.

As expected, ten minutes later, Harry returned to the room with a satisfied face.

Sara was a little later, with a rosy glow on her face and a visibly wrinkled dress.

After the two came back, they just directly stuck together.

The crowd didn't say anything, as they just knew it by heart.

Wendy was angry, as she did not expect Sara to beat her for the opportunity.

Soon, some people in the room began to smoke. Harry got high, threw the keys of the GTR on the table, and shouted, "I've had this car for more than half a year and don't really want to drive it anymore! Does any of you want it? Just take it for half the price, and I'm going to have a Ferrari at the end of the year."

"What the fuck, Boss Harry is so wealthy? Ferrari?"

It's true that rich people are capricious!"

Harry shook his head and laughed.

"It's just money, if I can spend it, I can earn it, and besides, how cool it is to drive a Ferrari!"

"Boss Harry is awesome!"

"Take us for a few rides when you get it."

Harry laughed and said.

"Okay, no problem"

Sara stared at Harry with intense feelings. It seemed that she had made the right choice.

A Ferrari!

A Luxury car for one million dollars!

It was also at this point that someone suddenly interjected.

"Damn! Look guys, there's a hot search, Boss Harry, the Supreme Beauty SPA shop was sold to someone for 40 million dollars!"

The man said in surprise.

"How much?"

The crowd was in awe!

Was it forty million for the Supreme Beauty SPA saloon?

They used to be employees in the Supreme Beauty SPA Saloon.

Harry froze and was also surprised as he said, "Forty million for the Supreme Beauty SPA Saloon? Quite rich, then boss

Archer Atkinson has earned a lot this time.

I wonder who this mysterious buyer is, did the news say it?"

"No, there's only one side photo taken secretly."

The man shook his head and zoomed in on the photo on his phone.

Everyone gathered around this time, looking at each other in consternation.

This man was so rich.

The photo was a bit blurry and took far away, and it was obviously from a sneak peek perspective.

Suddenly,

Sara covered her mouth in amazement and said.

"This guy, why does he look so much like Maximilian?"

In an instant, the room fell deadly silent!

Did this guy look like Maximilian?

Wasn't that a joke?

Everyone's eyes were wide and stared firmly at the phone screen while not missing a single detail.

Holy shit! The more they looked, the more they were frightened. What a fucking resemblance!

And, even the clothes were exactly the same as what he wore today!

The atmosphere was quiet.

Everyone looked up, their eyes locked on Maximilian, but the latter was actually sitting calmly, playing with his phone.

Yes, he was chatting with Wilfred to arrange something.

This time, when Maximilian saw everyone staring at him like he was a ghost, his body hair stood up and his head was

dumbfounded.

"Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

Maximilian put his phone away, and was somewhat puzzled.

Sara was the first to fail to hold back and spoke up.

"Maximilian, the beauty shop you run, is it Supreme Beauty SPA saloon?"

Maximilian froze for a moment and thought about it.

"You're right. It's actually okay, just consider it a small investment, since it's not expensive."

"Not expensive?"

At this moment, everyone drew in a breath of cold air.

How could he act like that?

Forty million dollars, and he said it was not expensive?

Harry's face changed slightly, his eyebrows tightened, and he was in a bad mood as he laughed awkwardly.

"Maximilian, don't brag, that's forty million! Do you really buy the Supreme Beauty SPA Saloon?"

Maximilian swept a glance around, and everyone's eyes were wide-eyed, desperate to know something from Maximilian's

mouth.

Maximilian pretended to ponder and rubbed his chin while saying,

"Yeah, I bought it, and it's only forty million dollars, which is my pocket money for a month, I guess."

Harry drew back a breath of cold air with his eyes filled with shock, and he asked in a rather disbelieving tone,

"Is forty million dollars just your monthly pocket money?"

You're so fucking pretentious!

Where did you get $40 million as a loser who was live-in son-in-law?

"Is it expensive? This little money is nothing to me, it's just a number."

Maximilian shrugged with a bemused look.

I'm sorry, but you guys are forcing me to show off.

"Damn! Maximilian, you......"

For a moment, the crowd was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say at all.

Can't this loser be faking it?

It was fucking insulting to slap their faces like this!