Chapter 10: The Manny and the Businesswoman!
Chapter 10: The Manny and the Businesswoman!
Greta walked in the front elegantly while Maxwell followed behind. Although he was wearing that
expensive suit, those who didn't know about their relationship would probably think that he was a This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
pursuer of Greta who was peeping at her!
Entering the villa, a middle-aged man in a suit walked out to greet them.
"Greta, it's been so rare of you to come home to have a meal. Your mother misses you so much." The
middle-aged man welcomed her.
The middle-aged man was very tall. Time did not leave any traces on his face. Instead, it made him
more mature and enhanced his strong aura. At the first glance, one could tell that he was a big shot.
Maxwell immediately guessed the identity of the middle-aged man. Greta's father, Derrick, the
chairman of the Sandoval Group, was the founder of the business. Derrick had tens of billions of wealth
and was a tycoon in the business world of the Ocean City.
When he saw Maxwell, a skinny and frail man who was following Greta with a flattering smile, Derrick
was astounded for a moment. Then he remembered who he was. He smiled enthusiastically and
greeted Maxwell, "Mr. Maxwell!"
"Chairman Derrick." Maxwell nodded and smiled faintly.
"Mr. Maxwell, long time no see. How have you been with my daughter recently? My daughter is so
willful that you must have been worried a lot about her," Derrick said.
Hearing Derrick's words, Greta's face froze. Then, she stomped her feet indignantly and shouted,
"Dad!"
Greta could not accept the fact that her father was so polite to Maxwell, and he even said that she was
a willful person! It was him who was a coward and kept pestering her, creating a headache for her!
"Let's talk inside." Derrick enthusiastically led Greta and Maxwell into the mansion.
After entering the mansion, Greta did not want to see Maxwell for another second. She directly went
upstairs angrily and locked herself in her bedroom.
After Derrick brought Maxwell into the living room, a graceful woman walked out and made tea for
them.
The middle-aged woman was well maintained and had an elegant temperament. It seemed like she
was born in a scholarly family. Her facial features were exquisite, and she was somewhat similar to
Greta. Maxwell had seen this woman a few months ago. She should be Greta's mother, Danika Baron.
"Mr. Maxwell, do you have any opinions on the design of this mansion?" Derrick asked.
"The design is very good. I have no opinions." Maxwell smiled.
"Just now, I saw that you seemed to be very familiar with everything here after entering the mansion.
Could it be that you've seen the designs elsewhere?" Derrick spoke slowly with probe in his eyes
Earlier, he had been observing Maxwell. He discovered that Maxwell didn't look as shocked as an
ordinary person would be when they saw a luxurious mansion. He was surprisingly calm. Even when
he saw various architectural styles in a single mansion, he was not surprised.
Derrick had investigated Maxwell. Maxwell was just an ordinary person without any special
background. However, Maxwell's calmness exceeded his imagination.
In fact, Derrick had many candidates for Greta, but in the end, Greta's grandfather, who lived in Beijing,
suddenly recommended Maxwell.
Derrick respected Greta's grandfather very much. First, he was his father. Second, Greta's grandfather
wouldn't say anything without a reason.
Derrick originally thought that Maxwell had some special background, but after he sent someone to
investigate, he found that Maxwell was ordinary. Like Greta, he didn't understand his father's intentions.
However, this did not affect Derrick's respect for Maxwell. If Maxwell was really an ordinary person, but
had a good relationship with Greta's grandfather, then there must be something extraordinary about
him.
Derrick smiled as he looked at Maxwell. He had been in the business world for decades, and he was
good at reading people, but he couldn't see through Maxwell.
"Mr. Maxwell, do you smoke?" Derrick asked.
"Yes, but I quit now." Maxwell smiled faintly.
"Quit? Is it because Greta doesn't like the smell of cigarettes?" Derrick chuckled.
"Now that Greta has gone upstairs, she won't know if we smoke," Derrick said.
Maxwell nodded. Derrick took out a cigarette case from his pocket, picked a precious Cuban cigar that
he had kept for a long time, and personally lit it for Maxwell.
Very quickly, a unique smell filled the room.
Maxwell slowly expelled a mouthful of smoke and clicked his mouth. "Chairman Derrick, this cigar of
yours is quite expensive, isn't it? The Cuban Cohiba cigar tastes pretty mellow."
Derrick's eyes narrowed slightly and he was somewhat surprised. "You know about this cigar?"
Maxwell smiled faintly. "I was fortunate enough to have smoked one before."
Derrick nodded. "This is a precious cigar that I got someone to buy from an auction held in Cuba. This
series are popular, but few people can buy them because of limited supplies, and I still have some
stock. Mr. Maxwell, it's your lucky day today!"
Maxwell smiled. What Derrick said was correct. This series were sold in a sky-high price on the market,
countless people asked for it but failed ... But in Maxwell's villa in Colombia, there were several boxes
of the same cigars!
"Why did Chairman Derrick ask me and Greta to come here today?" Maxwell asked.
"I haven't seen you for months. I'd like to have a gathering and a chat." Derrick chuckled. "Today, I
specially invited a chef team from a Michelin Three-Starred Restaurant. Mr. Maxwell, enjoy the
delicacies later."
After chatting with Maxwell for a while, it was time for dinner. The banquet was extremely sumptuous.
When Maxwell saw the dishes, he almost couldn't control his saliva.
Seeing Maxwell like this, Derrick felt relieved. This was what an ordinary person should do.
Shortly after Maxwell sat down, a series of "clopping" sound rang out at the stairs. Very soon, Greta
walked down in a pair of sandals and sat down beside Maxwell.
Seeing Maxwell, Greta glared at him fiercely. Obviously, she was still angry about what had happened
during the day.
"Dad, mom, when can we start the meal? I'm starving," Greta asked.
"Wait a moment. I have a friend yet to come." Derrick smiled mysteriously.
"Friend? Dad, you never invite people over for dinner." Greta crossed her arms around her chest and
frowned slightly.
"You'll know why when he comes later. This person should have a good relationship with you," Derrick
said.
Derrick's words aroused Greta's curiosity. There were very few people who could get along with Greta,
and Greta could not guess who would be invited by Derrick.
Beside her, Maxwell was wolfing down. He had no etiquette when eating, and Greta despised him for
being shameless, as if he had taken here as his home.
These delicacies made by the Michelin 3-star chefs weren't abundant in amount, and they were
consumed in an instant by Maxwell.
Derrick laughed out loud when he saw this scene. "Mr. Maxwell doesn't hold back. You are a
straightforward person."
Maxwell chuckled. How could he refuse a free meal?
Although Maxwell might not be interested in these delicacies overseas, he hardly had such delicacies
after returning to China for several months, so his appetite was booming.
Greta sat beside Maxwell and looked at him eating crazily with such shamelessness. She felt even
more dissatisfied and disgusted.
"Shame on you ..." Greta pursed her lips. He looked like a hooligan! She was thinking about how to talk
to Derrick after dinner about asking Maxwell to move out. She didn't want to see him for another
second!
Suddenly, a servant walked in and said to Derrick, "Chairman Derrick, the guest is here."
"Hurry, hurry up and take him in." Derrick smiled brighter.
Very quickly, a man wearing a limited edition Louis Vuitton suit walked in with a large gift box in his
hand and a smile on his face.
"Mr. Derrick, I was stuck in something on my way. I'm late, sorry." The man's temperament was chic,
and he was tall and sturdy. The Rolex watch that he inadvertently revealed on his wrist shone with
golden light.
"Edmund, have a seat. We've been waiting for you." Derrick was enthusiastic as he beckoned the man
to sit down.
"Edmund?" Greta frowned and looked at the young man with surprise.
"Edmund, you know both of us. Let me introduce him you. This is my son-in-law, Maxwell," Derrick
introduced.
At this moment, Maxwell was gnawing on a chicken leg crazily, wolfing it down with his oily hands.
Greta, who was standing beside him, saw this scene and made a facepalm ... She lost her face
because of him!
"I've heard much about you from Greta, but I never had the chance to see you. Greta told me that you
prefer to be a manny?" Edmund looked at Maxwell and chuckled with disdain flashed in his eyes.
Maxwell raised his head, wiped his hands, and smiled faintly. "Greta enjoys being the businesswoman,
and I can't snatch the job from her, so, I have to be a manny."
Edmund looked at Maxwell with stronger contempt. "But I feel that men should be responsible for
earning money. A smart and beautiful woman like Greta should be well cared for. After all, a kept man
is no different from trash."