Unrivaled Dragon Lord

#Chapter 72: Trick of ‘Killing Someone with a Borrowed Knife’

The air in the room seemed to be frozen.

Greta wrapped her arms before her chest and stared at Lennon with her brows knitted.

Harriet, who was standing beside, glanced at Maxwell. No one knew what she was thinking.

She originally thought that Lennon purely wanted to thank Maxwell for having saved his life and this

was the reason why he had invited them to this luxurious private banquet. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

But none of them had expected that Lennon actually had also invited Andreas and the other members

of the Sandoval family. What did he mean by doing this?

Silence prevailed in the room and there were only the clickety-clacking sounds of Andreas’ leather

shoes and the sound was getting louder and louder.

Andreas slowly approached the dining table. Seeing the gloomy expressions of Greta and Maxwell, a

meaningful smile flashed across his handsome face as he said, “Sorry to bother you, everyone. I

haven’t expected that Mr. Lennon would also invite us. It’s really my great honor.”

Greta wrapped her arms around herself and stared at Andreas’ handsome face. She now had the worst

impression of Andreas.

Maxwell turned around to look at Lennon and curled his lips into an unruly smile, “Mr. Lennon, do you

think that few people attending the banquet would appear to be quiet? If Mr. Lennon wants a lively

banquet, you can just tell me. I promise, I will have several sexy hostesses here and they will definitely

make you feel very comfortable.”

Lennon’s expressions froze. He chuckled, “You two get me wrong. It was my bro Absalom who

suggested me to invite Andreas… The Beijing government had some problems and urged him to come

back out of the blue. Absalom asked me to invite all of you to this private banquet, saying that you had

had some misunderstandings and he didn’t want you to be bothered by these grudges all the time. I

also hope you can reach a compromise after today’s banquet.”

Greta’s gaze became cold. Misunderstandings? She was clear about Absalom’s intentions, but how

could she easily get over these grudges? The Sandoval family… That cold place was full of tricks and

intrigues and she didn’t want to come back there. If it was not because of the internal strife, she and

her father would not have come to the Ocean City.

She had no more illusions about the Sandoval family in the capital city. It was safe to say that she even

became the enemy of the Sandoval family. Therefore, how could the two parties easily let go of the

grudges because of Lennon’s words.

“Misunderstandings…” Andreas glanced over Maxwell and Greta and smiled, “It’s true that there are

many misunderstandings between me and Greta. But if Greta can let go of them, I can get over them

too.”

“You…” Greta’s expressions froze. Andreas’s tone was so casual… It was as if those bad things were

all done by Greta!

“Well, well, drop this topic. Take seats please. Let’s have a taste of these dishes.” Lennon chortled and

broke the awkwardness.

Andreas and the others seated themselves. The long, large table had various kinds of expensive

dishes perched on top of it. Even Greta, who often had delicacies, changed her expressions after

seeing the dishes.

It was because Lennon had specially invited a national-level chef from Beijing! The dishes cooked by

the top-class chef, who had been responsible for numerous national banquets, were naturally of the

highest grade.

It was also the first time for Greta, who was born in a rich family and had been the apple of Derrick’s

eyes, to have a taste of dishes of such a high level.

Maxwell, who was sitting beside Greta, showed bad table manner. He used both of his hands to grab

the food and made a pig of himself, showing not a single hint of etiquette…

In the banquet for upper class, only Maxwell acted like a beast, which attracted the attentions of the

Sandoval members.

Allison was the first to break the silence, “Greta, is this your husband’s table manner?”

Greta turned her head to look at Maxwell, who was slurping the soup off the spoon with a drumstick at

the left hand and the spoon at the right hand, showing not a single touch of elegance.

“Greta, although your father and the Sandoval family have been divided due to some differences,

you’re a graceful member of the upper class after all, so naturally you should have been well brought

up. But your husband acts like a servant when he’s eating. It’s like he hasn’t been educated. If the

words spread out, I’m afraid that people would not believe that he’s the live-in son-in-law of the

Sandoval family. Instead, they would think that he’s a manservant…” Cecilia said ironically while

fixating her gaze on Greta meaningfully.

When hearing her words, a touch of gloominess flashed across Maxwell’s eyes.

Greta turned her head to look at Maxwell again. He was still gulping down the food with any table

manners and it was as if he was in his own home.

‘Indecent…’ Greta cursed him in heart. But on the surface, she replied with composure, “Thank you for

your advice, Aunt Cecilia. I will ask him to pay more attention to this in the future.”

Maxwell twitched his mouth, “It’s eating. I should eat in the most comfortable manner. I never care

about this. After all, I’m still not full, so I don’t have the time to put my finger in other’s pie.”

Maxwell replied blandly. Although his voice was calm, his words were quite sharp!

Lennon picked up his glass and smiled, “Maxwell, thanks to you! Otherwise, I would have died…

Without you and that Mister, I would not be alive today.”

A trace of sarcasm flashed across Maxwell’s face. He picked up his glass and gently clinked Lennon’s

while saying respectfully, “Mr. Lennon, you’re lucky and shouldn’t die. It was just a coincidence that I

was given the chance to save you. This… this was really a great honor for me.”

Greta’s expressions froze. She looked at Maxwell in a dumbfounded stated. Maxwell’s flattery was

really awesome. He had praised Lennon unknowingly… High-level government officials always liked

this kind of flattery!

‘Lickspittle…’ Greta scolded Maxwell in heart. She curled her red lips into a straight line and a touch of

coldness flashed across her eyes. Apparently, she was very unhappy at the moment.

If Maxwell could see her expressions at the moment, he would undoubtedly be shocked. He would

never imagine that Greta would get jealous because of him…

“How do you feel recently, Mr. Lennon?” Maxwell laughed awkwardly and asked with concern in his

eyes.

“Quite great. I have been having the medicines according to the prescription you gave to me. Now

every day I feel more energetic than the previous day and the illness is gradually relived.” A trace of

smile crept on Lennon’s pale face.

“Maxwell, I’m a government official. If you need my help in the future, do tell me. I, Lennon Bole, will try

my best to help you.” Lennon’s solemn promise made Maxwell’s expressions froze.

Greta was also stunned. She hadn’t expected that Lennon would make the promise so quickly.

A normal person would have been excited and delirious after hearing the promise as Lennon was an

important official of Beijing government. It was safe to say that numerous people were dreaming of

winning the favor of a big wig like Lennon.

“Mr. Lennon, are you sure that it was because the prescription has saved your life?” Andreas asked out

of the blue, pretending as if it was a casual question.

“Of course. Without the prescription, I would probably remain unconscious.” Lennon nodded.

Andreas smiled and glanced at Maxwell meaningfully before continuing slowly, “Are you sure that it

was the prescription that cured your incurable disease?”

“What do you mean?” Lennon was stunned slightly.

“I didn’t have any special meaning. It was just that I was so curious back then and therefore I sent

some men to study the prescription. They found out that the prescription is just a normal one for

nursing intestines and stomach.” Andreas explained slowly and coldly.

Lennon knitted his brows. Andreas continued, “I didn’t believe in it at the beginning as Mr. Maxwell is

Greta’s husband after all. Thereafter, I turned to several specialists in traditional Chinese medicine in

Ocean City and they all said firmly that it was just a normal prescription. It’s not a magical one for

treating incurable diseases.”

Lennon furrowed his brows tighter and tighter. He glanced over Maxwell and Greta and the smile on his

face had disappeared.

“Mr. Lennon, if you don’t believe in it…” Andreas paused and clapped his hands. The gold-overlaid

doors were then pushed open and several grey-haired specialist in white gowns slowly stepped into the

banquet hall.

Greta’s heart missed one beat as she suddenly figured out why Andreas was here today. He purely

came to mess the things up today!

This Mr. Andreas from the capital city… actually never planned to let go of them!

“Mr. Lennon, they are all prestigious doctors in the traditional Chinese medicine community in Ocean

City.” Andreas said blandly and then slowly raised his hand, “Tell Mr. Lennon the usage of this

prescription.”

“We’ve carefully studied all kinds of medicines written in the prescription yet failed to find out anything

abnormal. It’s impossible to cure your incurable disease with this prescription, Mr. Lennon!” One old

doctor took a step forward and shot a glance at Maxwell, “Mr. Lennon, please don’t be fooled by this

quack doctor. If this prescription can really cure the incurable disease, we will retreat from the medical

community since ever!”

The elegant sound of violin rumbling from a corner suddenly vanished and the banquet hall was soon

shrouded in silence.

Andrea turned his head to look at Maxwell who had been calm and curled his lips into a cold, weird and

evil smile.

“Mr. Maxwell, what would you like to say to excuse for yourself?” Andreas stared at him coldly. He had

planned this in advance. Since Lennon wanted to thank Maxwell for having saved his life… He would

induce Lennon to get rid of Maxwell!

He would teach this live-in son-in-law of the Sandoval family a lesson today - how to kill a person with a

borrowed knife!