Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Chapter 91 Don't Go Too Far

Turning around, Wisely was stunned when he saw the deep smile on Maxwell's face.

He didn't know what Maxwell meant.

What a phone call could do?

Wisely gazed at Maxwell for a moment with and went to him with a sneer, "I want to see how you brag."

"What if nothing happens after you having a phone call?" Wisely sneered coldly. "I don't ask you for

anything, just kneel down and apologize to me."

Harriet wrapped her arms around her chest, looking at Wisely. She was completely disappointed at

what he had done.

Her affection for Wisely was gone now.

"Wisely, it's enough. Don't go too far," Harriet frowned.

"What? Are you distressed for your husband? How about coming back to the hotel with me tonight..."

joked Wisely, looking at Harriet's delicate and charming face.

Before Wisely finished, a red mark appeared on his face!

The sound of slap was very clear and it shocked everyone present!

At the party tonight, Wisely was the most successful, but now he was severely slapped!

Everyone looked at Wisely, who had been slapped to the ground.

He staggered up, covered his swollen face, trembling.

The crowd was shocked and then looked at Maxwell, who looked calm.

Maxwell dared to hit Wisely!

"How dare you!" Wisely struggled to get up and looked at Maxwell, with murderous look in his eyes!

"Why didn't I?" Maxwell glanced at Wisely sarcastically and said ironically. "I am not even afraid of God,

let alone you!"

As soon as Maxwell said that, he slapped Wisely in the face again.

The people were completely shocked, and on the other side of Wisely's cheek, there was a bright and

red mark.

Even Harriet was a little surprised. She didn't imagine that Maxwell would dare hit Wisely!

Again, Maxwell slapped Wisely with both hands, and the latter retreated back by the strength.

"You dared to tease my wife!" Maxwell said it lightly, but it shocked the people present!

The people were taken aback. They didn't expect that the young and successful Wisely would be

slapped by a rogue like Maxwell!

Maxwell gave a strong hit on Wisely's chest.

Struck by the hit, Wisely flew out and hit on the wall.

The exquisite frescoes carved on the walls cracked, and then the whole hall fell into dead silence.

The people were dumbfounded as they gawked at Wisely, who was bruised, delirious.

"Shit! How dare he do that! He did hit Mr. Shawn!"

"It's terrible. When Mr. Shawn gets recovered, he'll be killed."

Mr. Thomas kept silent. Seeing Wisely being hit so fiercely, he was afraid that he would be hit by

Maxwell.

Since Maxwell dared to offend Wisely, he would definitely not think poorly of Thomas.

Maxwell turned to look aside at Harriet. With a smile, he walked towards Harriet and lovingly took

Harriet's arm.

Harriet was a bit surprised. In the eyes of so many people, Harriet, who was always smart, was

dumbfounded.

"You didn't deserve my wife, and now you still don't deserve her. You are just a humble kept man,"

Maxwell said dryly, then turned and headed for the door.

"Stop there!" Wisely staggered to his feet, staring at Maxwell and Harriet coldly, "Let's wait and see! I

won't let you go!!"

Suddenly, Maxwell stopped and raised a smile.

He took out his cell phone and wanted to make a phone call.

"I'm going to make a phone call," Maxwell spoke softly to Harriet.

"Go ahead." Harriet nodded. Maxwell stepped aside. A young man gasped on the other end. "You

didn't answer when I called you, and now you call at the wrong time..."

Maxwell pursed as he listened to the man's heavy breathing and whispered something to the man.

"Don't worry, boss." The young man replied with a smile, "Boss, recently the princess of the Saudi royal

family asked me to say hello to you on her behalf. How do you think of her? Are you interested?"

"No, all I think about is my wife, Greta." Maxwell refused without hesitation.

"No. You are not like this before. You used to think that women are the greatest pleasure for you..." The

young man muttered in disbelief, "What charm does my sister-in-law have that can make you give up

your belief?"

Maxwell smiled faintly. "You have never seen her, so you don't know how charming she is."

"The princess of the Saudi royal family is also very beautiful. It is said that she is a hybrid beauty. I

have seen the pictures. She's really hot!"

Maxwell shook his head. The princesses, however beautiful they were, were not as beautiful as Greta

was in his eyes.

Hanging up the phone, Maxwell returned to Harriet and said, "Let's go."

"Yes." Harriet nodded and they walked out of the Shangri-La Hotel and got into the BMW. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"I'll drive. You can't drive after you drank the wine," Harriet said. Maxwell could see that Harriet had

changed into a pair of soft, stretchy sneakers.

Harriet, who had a good sense of safety, knew that when driving, wearing high-heels were dangerous.

Maxwell appreciated her.

Harriet wanted to put the high hills aside when Maxwell made an unexpected move.

He picked up the high heels and held them carefully in his hands as if they were a delicate piece of art.

"You..." Harriet smiled charmingly. "Why, you like this pair of shoes?"

Maxwell glanced at the shoes and said, "How could I not like the shoes you're wearing?"

"Oh, what a flatterer," said Harriet, but Maxwell's praise immediately made her feel better. The gloom in

her heart dissipated.

Harriet started the BMW and drove out of Shangri-La Hotel.

In the car, Maxwell carefully held the pair of high-heeled shoes. The delicate high-heeled shoes

interested Maxwell who couldn't put them down.

The car was filled with a faint of flower fragrance. It was from the high-heeled shoes. Maxwell held the

high-heeled shoes to his nose and sniffed them.

That was Harriet's fragrance. Without any trace of odor, it touched his sensitive nerve.

Harriet, who was concentrated on driving, turned her head and was shocked when she saw this.

"Hey, come on. It's dirty."

She quickly stepped on the brake, stopped the car, and looked reddish.

Maxwell looked up and saw Harriet's fair and rosy face which was as red as a ripe apple.

Maxwell raised a smile. It was the first time he had ever seen Harriet blush.

"You are beautiful when you blush." Maxwell spoke softly. When Harriet flushed, she became more

alluring.

"Not as beautiful as Greta," Harriet said coquettishly, with a groan of discontent.

"You are both pretty." Suddenly, Maxwell got close to Harriet.

"Who is more beautiful?" Harriet blinked her beautiful eyes and stared at Maxwell meaningfully.

When Maxwell got close to Harriet's face, the car space was filled with a faint fragrance. When Maxwell

got close enough to smell it, he found Harriet's fragrance even more charming.

Unconsciously, they looked at each other closely and exhaled hot air on the faces of each other. Their

hearts were racing.

Suddenly, Harriet bit her red lips and closed her beautiful eyes.

Maxwell's heart was beating fast. Harriet was asking him to kiss her.

How could he miss the chance? Maxwell, trembling, raised his hands and gently unbuttoned Harriet's

shirt.

Harriet was trembling slightly. She was a bit excited, but scared.

She did not want to be too active. Although she was mature and charming, she wanted to be protected

by men.

So she closed her beautiful eyes and pretended that she didn't know anything, and allowed Maxwell to

do anything he liked to her.

She just changed her movements when necessary.

Soon the BMW was shaking... The temperature inside the car rose a bit.