Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Chapter 90 A Phone Call

"This... this your husband?" The fat middle-aged man looked at Maxwell with a gleam of disbelief. He

could not believe that he was Harriet's husband.

Maxwell was a little upset. 'Damn it. What's wrong with me? Didn't I deserve Harriet?' thought Maxwell.

In what field was he not as good as other? Status or wealth?

"Yes," Harriet smiled and nodded.

"What did your husband do?" The middle-aged fat man laughed and asked. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"He works for my company," Harriet smiled.

"Working for you?" The middle-aged man laughed, and he looked at Maxwell with disdain. "Harriet, it

seems that you are the most successful of us, and you let your husband work for you. We can't do

that."

Harriet pressed her red lips together and smiled faintly, "Mr. Thomas must be joking."

Mr. Thomas glanced at Maxwell, then said, "I have a suggestion, Harriet. I wonder if you'd like to hear

it."

"Yes, please," Harriet said.

"I prepare to set up a branch in Europe, but I am in short of a confidant to be the security captain. Your

husband is strong, and he's suitable for this job. I can give him a million-annual salary," Mr. Thomas

said. Maxwell looked cold. He knew Mr. Thomas was trying to insulate him!

What Mr. Thomas meant was that he thought Maxwell was only fitted to be a security captain.

"Thank you for your kindness. My husband is very comfortable now and doesn't like to work overseas."

Harriet declined, then reached out and took Maxwell's arm.

After a few more chats with Mr. Thomas, a figure suddenly walked quickly onto the stage.

Soon the hall fell silent, and glances were cast on the stage.

White spotlights shone on the figure. The lights around the banquet hall dimmed down, and the figure

on the stage became the focus of the audience.

Harriet looked calm, but there were mixed feelings in her eyes.

"Thank you for coming to today's party. We haven't seen each other for many years, but we feel like old

friends... Those present were all former classmates, and a few, for some reason, were absent. In

today's classmate party, we can speak freely, and recalled the good memory of those days..." On the

stage, the man spoke; but off stage, only Maxwell noticed that Harriet trembled slightly.

After the brief introduction, the party began!

The guests took their seats one by one. The banquet hall was grand, with a band playing music on

both sides of the stage.

Maxwell and Harriet sat down by a table.

Harriet looked rarely low. Maxwell glanced at Harriet and said, "You bring me with you here because of

him?"

"How did you know that?" Harriet was stunned.

"If you once loved a man deeply, it is impossible to pretend nothing has happened and stay composed

when you see him again," Maxwell said. He could tell at first glance that Harriet was in a very low mood

when the man first appeared.

"Nothing can be hidden from you." Harriet sighed, "We used to be lovers, but his family was not

wealthy at that time. Then he became a son-in-law in a rich family and became the CEO of an

overseas group. I wanted to move on, so I went to Penn Business School and founded a company.

Greta asked me to come back a moment ago, so I came back."

"Oh, he lives better-off than me." Maxwell glanced over his shoulder at the man on the stage, then

pursed his lips.

"Of course, he lives better than you. He married to a rich and beautiful woman, and he himself is

intelligent and handsome, not like you, angering Greta every day." Harriet laughed as she saw Maxwell

was so jealous.

"Greta cares about me so she will scold me when I make mistake," Maxwell explained.

Harriet smiled, ignored Maxwell, and had dinner.

"You could not have come today. If you had not come, nothing will happen," Maxwell said.

"No, I must come. I want to show him that I live very well, and I didn't feel bad when he left me. Instead,

I live better without him," said Harriet firmly.

Maxwell gave Harriet a deep look and said nothing more.

"Here he comes." Harriet's beautiful eyes looked in a direction, with mixed feelings in her eyes.

Maxwell was stunned. A handsome middle-aged man was walking quickly towards Maxwell and

Harriet.

"Harriet..." The middle-aged man slowed down his steps, looking at Harriet.

Harriet trembled a bit, slowly got up, and looked to the middle-aged man, "Wisely, so glad to see you

again after so many years."

"Yes, we haven't seen for a long time. How have you been?" Wisely Shawn nodded and asked.

"I'm fine. I live a great life with my husband." Harriet took Maxwell's arm.

"Your husband?" Wisely frowned and glanced at Maxwell. "Harriet," he said, "it seems that your taste

has degraded a lot. How can you find such a man as your husband?"

"He's nice and down-to-earth. I appreciate him," Harriet said.

Wisely smiled and raised his glass to Maxwell. "Brother, I hope you can take good care of her. She has

stomach illness. And cook more nutrient food for her."

Wisely voice was not small, attracting the attention of the surrounding people who all knew that Harriet

and Wisely had been in a relationship. Now, the old lovers met each other. There was ambiguity

between them. A good play was already on.

Maxwell looked at Wisely calmly. When Wisely finished, Maxwell said quietly, "Her stomach illness has

been cured. Mind your own business."

The atmosphere was suddenly cooled down. Wisely looked at Maxwell sullenly, "Bro, I heard that you

work in Harriet's company. You are her subordinate, and I am talking with your boss. Do company. You

think it proper for a subordinate to interrupt?"

"In other words," Maxwell retorted with a sneer, "I'm her man. Then with what identity are you talking to

her? A kept man?"

Wisely was gloomy. The wine glass in the hands slipped down and fell on the ground. The crisp sound

silenced the liveliness...

"Do you know who you're talking to?" Wisely said lightly, with chill in his voice.

"Wisely, what do you want?" "Harriet hardened her voice.

"I'm just wondering why did your husband have the confidence to say this to me..." Wisely sneered,

"Someone told me that your husband is only in charge of the warehouse, so who is the real kept man?"

"Who's in charge of the warehouse? You believe in what a dog's bark? Are you a dog too?" Maxwell

pricked his ear. "You don't even know how much money I have. Where do you have the guts to call me

a kept man?"

Maxwell's words seemed to provoke Wisely, whose face turned ferocious. "So, you want to compete

with me in wealth? How much money do you have? I don't think you can earn a million dollars a year.

You are only qualified to speak to man when you stop working for Harriet!"

The people present were shocked. Mr. Thomas stood up and laughed, "Do you know that Mr. Shawn is

the most excellent one in our class? He is among the youngest generation of CEOs, and an overseas

business elite. You will never know his annual salary. You want to be richer than him? What a joke!"

Hearing that, a lot of people were gossiping and their sarcastic eyes fell on Maxwell. Wisely said with a

ferocious smile, "What qualification do you have to intervene in the affairs of Harriet and me? I had

wanted to offer you the position of a security director for Harriet's sake, so that you can be more

confident when you are with Harriet. But now it seems that you are not even qualified to enter my

company's door!"

Wisely's voice was very loud, and it reached Harriet's ears clearly. Harriet, with an angry look, stared at

Wisely and said, "Wisely, don't go too far."

But Wisely ignored Harriet and stared at Maxwell closely, "In terms of status and wealth, you are not as

good as me... You don't deserve talking to me."

What Wisely said was like a slap in Maxwell's face!

The people looked at Maxwell with a playful look. In their eyes, Maxwell was just seeking death when

he dared to go against Wisely.

But out of everyone's surprise, Maxwell stared at Wisely and suddenly asked, "Do you want to compare

with me in terms of status with wealth?"

Maxwell's eyes were full of deep disdain and contempt. No one present knew that how much Maxwell

despised Wisely.

"Of course. Can you beat me? Don't humiliate yourself." Wisely sneered, "By the way, how much is

your salary a month?"

"Twenty thousand." When Maxwell spoke, everyone laughed.

"Harriet, I didn't expect that you were with someone like him. Everyone in the room is paid more than

he is!" Wisely proudly sorted out his suit, walked up to Maxwell, and said, "You don't deserve to be with

Harriet. The money I can make in a day is enough to burn you out for months. What qualifications do

you have to compare with me!?"

Wisely slowly turned around when he finished. Suddenly, Maxwell's mobile phone rang!

"I don't need to compete. A phone call is enough to deal with you," smiled Maxwell.