Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Chapter 2: Trampling on Dignity!

Maxwell was surprised. Greta relaxed her tightly frowned eyebrows as her lips curled up. She kicked

off her red high heels, lifted her slender, smooth legs, put her exquisite feet in front of Maxwell, and

said condescendingly, "What? You're unwilling to do it?"

"I... Of course, it's my pleasure!" Maxwell realized what was happening and rubbed his hands in

excitement and joy!

How could he be unwilling to do so! This was what Maxwell dreamed of!

Now it was Greta's turn to be dumbfounded. Not only did the guy not feel humiliated, but he also

seemed to be quite happy?

Before Greta could speak, Maxwell reached out and grabbed her warm feet.

This was his first physical contact with Greta in three months!

Just then, Greta's phone rang. The young lady picked it up and frowned again.

"No way! I would rather die than let him get his way! Tell him to go to hell!" Greta shouted coldly and

hung up the phone. She threw her phone aside angrily, her exquisite face icy.

A pair of warm hands held Greta's feet. The rough palms rubbed and reddened them. The comfortable

warmth spread all the way up to her ankles and gradually calmed her down.

Maxwell lowered his head and gently massaged her perfect feet. He looked up and thought about what

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The man looked down again with an unreadable look in his eyes. 'Who is it? Who makes Greta so

angry? Who dares!'

Maxwell married into the Sandoval family because of a coincidence.

Maxwell owed the Sandoval family a favor! He was abroad at that time, terribly injured, and facing a

serious crisis. It was Greta who saved him. She even asked her grandfather, a senior official in Beijing,

to take a great risk to shelter him.

Greta's grandfather learned of Maxwell's identity then, but he did not tell Greta about it.

Maxwell had been in such an awkward position, but now he had changed a lot. Greta, however,

seemed to have forgotten about that.

Maxwell turned out to be a good massager who had perfect control of strength. Even professional

masseurs were unable to compare to him.

His massage gradually came into effect. After a whole day's work, Greta was so tired that she leaned

against the sofa and fell asleep very soon.

Maxwell carefully massaged the young lady, who was sleeping peacefully with smooth, gentle

breathing.

He massaged her for a long time. After Greta fell into a deep sleep, he smiled and gently put down her

legs. Watching the exhausted, gorgeous lady with black hair on her shoulders, Maxwell couldn't help

but feel sorry for her.

No matter how powerful Greta was, she was still a delicate woman. Such a perfect woman was a

present from God.

He picked her up gently and walked towards the bedroom.

After placing her on the soft Simmons, a doting smile touched his face.

Suddenly, Maxwell froze. He turned to the computer on the desk, his eyes shining with a sharp cold

light.

The man walked to the desk and turned on the computer. He cracked the password easily and got into

the desktop.

A moment later, Maxwell was surprised to find a line of code on the screen. There was something

unreadable in his eyes.

He couldn't be more familiar with this code.

Last year, a computer virus had gone rampant in the Western cyber world, keeping the top ten

cybersecurity agencies overseas busy for days and nights. But they still failed to figure the solution out.

Not long after, the agencies heard that the virus would disappear automatically if they paid a ransom of

10 billion.

The agencies were furious at the blackmail and rejected it outright.

As a result, on the night of the refusal, all the network security agencies and servers collapsed,

shocking the whole world.

It wasn't until the agencies handed over 10 billion that the virus quietly disappeared and the online

world overseas returned to normal.

It took half a year for the network security organization to decipher the virus, which originated from a

mysterious line of code.

And now, the code was in Greta's computer!

Greta's computer camera was flickering with a faint red light, showing that it had been controlled by a

hacker.

Everything in Greta's bedroom was monitored.

As the famous beauty president in Ocean City, she would be easily defamed if the hacker revealed

something about her in her bedroom.

Maxwell turned his head and looked at the young lady lying peacefully on the bed. Deep in his eyes,

there was a touch of coldness.

After walking out of the bedroom, Maxwell took out his phone and dialed a number.

"What happened, boss? Are you going to have a drink with me? I have an appointment with a lady from

the European royal family tonight. Shall I invite her to join us?" said the man on the other end of the

line. It was the young man from this afternoon.

"I'm not available. My wife should be in trouble," Maxwell said slowly and peacefully in an icy tone.

The young man seemed to be surprised for a short while before he replied with anger, "Who dares to

trouble Greta?"

"Her computer has been infected with a Trojan virus. I suspect there are some eavesdropping devices

in the house," Maxwell said.

"The Trojan virus? We took it all back last year. How could there be another? Those who use Trojan

virus are never ordinary competitors!" The young man sounded astonished.

Maxwell narrowed his eyes. "Go and find out who has the best computer skills in the Sandoval Group."

Moments later, Maxwell's phone rang again and the young man's voice came from the phone. "Boss, I

found out two suspects in the Group. One is Greta's secretary, Melissa Lloyd, who graduated from the

Cybersecurity Academy and the Business School with two degrees. The other is Bess Rusk, the

director of the cybersecurity department."

"I see." Maxwell's eyes were cold as he hung up the phone.

Then he walked around the house, examining every nook and corner of the house without leaving any

trace.

Soon, Maxwell found the eavesdropping devices from the phone in the living room and the lamp in the

bedroom.

"Bess, interesting..." His lips curved into a faint smile as he threw the devices onto the ground and

stomped on them, crushing them into pieces!

...

Late at night at the Sandoval Group...

Colleagues on duty left one after another. When passing by an office, many of them would show a

trace of respect when they looked through the window at a beautiful figure working hard there.

Everyone in the Sandoval Group knew that the beautiful woman was the top-notch genius and the

hardest-working person in the Group.

After a long time, the woman let out a breath, stretched herself before she turned off the computer,

stood up with an exquisite bag, and walked towards the office door leisurely on her thin high heel.

Suddenly, she slowed down because of a clicking voice sounds in the darkness. It seemed to be the

voice of a lighter.

She turned around at the sound's direction and was surprised to find a man standing at the corner of

the office with small flame dancing on his hand.

"Ms. Bess, you're, as rumor has it, a workaholic. No wonder President Greta praises you." Maxwell lit a

cigarette and slowly breathed out a mouthful of smoke with a smile.

"Who are you?" Bess looked vigilant and surprised at the man popping out from nowhere.

"Are you ... Sandoval's friend?" Bess put down her guard and walked slowly towards the man.

"Ms. Bess, there are some things I want to ask you about," Maxwell said evenly. His significant gaze

unsettled Bess as it looked like he had seen through her.

"What is it?" Bess paused.

"When a Trojan virus is planted in a computer, how should I get rid of it?" Maxwell looked at Bess.

Bess trembled. "Trojan virus? I don't know what a Trojan virus is..."

"Oh?" Maxwell stared at Bess and said meaningfully, "If you don't know what Trojan virus is, how did

you plant a virus in the president's computer?"