Unrivaled Dragon Lord

Chapter 93 Cut Their Fingers off

"Let go of me!" snapped Greta, and she struggled desperately!

But it was of no use. One of them grinned grimly and said, "Girl, don't struggle. Enjoy yourself is a

better choice. We will make you satisfied."

The men grinned and laughed. Their hands groped all over Greta, even on her sensitive parts.

She looked pale, but she could do nothing about it, only to endure it.

Even Maxwell, who had been married to her for months, barely touched her. But these men were going

to insult her!

"I'll give you anything you want, if you let go of me," Greta quivered, closing her eyes and shaking.

"What we want is you," laughed the men evilly.

"This girl looks like someone!" said a man suddenly. "Oh, I know who she is! She is the president of a

company! She's a celebrity!"

"It's so excited to play with celebrities! What a good day, bros!"

The men tore Greta's high-grade uniform!

Her fair skin was exposed. Greta kept writhing and struggling, but to no avail.

Greta gradually gave up struggling. Hopelessness and despair flooded her.

She suddenly regretted that she should not have left home so late at night and she shouldn't be on the

sidewalk...

The men caressed Greta's flat belly, and then, he moved his hand towards Greta's breasts.

The man unbuttoned Greta's bra and felt excited at what he saw.

"Shit! How plump she is!" The man looked lustfully at Greta.

"Bro, tear all her clothes!" said the other man, staring at Greta.

In a twinkling of an eye, they almost tore down Greta's clothes.

At that moment, a shrill alarm sounded far down the road, echoing in the air!

A police car raced along with its sirens wailing.

"The cops are coming!" The men were all shocked!

The police cars were coming straight at Greta. It was obviously for Greta!

"Shit! What a luck she is. We have to go." The men gave Greta a reluctant look, pinched her a few

more times before leaving.

Greta covered herself and stood up shivering, her eyes misty.

One of the police cars stopped by the side of the road, the other car was chasing the men.

The door opened and a familiar man stepped out of the police car.

"Are you all right?" The man crouched down and hugged Greta gently.

"It's you?" Greta blinked her beautiful eyes and saw it was Maxwell.

"I've been looking for you since you left your dad's house. I couldn't find you at first, but luckily your dad

knows someone at the police station and we asked the police to search Ocean City to find you,"

Maxwell whispered.

But he didn't tell Greta that before Derrick had located Greta, he had found where she was.

Otherwise, it was like looking for a needle in a bottle of hay.

"Thank you." Greta stared at Maxwell. He used to be calm and composed, but now he looked

depressed and painful.

Greta always scolded Maxwell, but she never thought that one day she would be saved by Maxwell.

She had always felt that the mysterious man, who had nothing to do with Maxwell, would always save

her every time she was in danger.

Today, Maxwell saved her.

"You are my wife. You don't have to say thank you," Maxwell smiled faintly.

"Come on, it's getting late. It's time to go back." Maxwell took off his coat, and put it on Greta. He then

supported Greta to get into the police car.

The police car roared away into the distance.

When they came back villa, Greta took a shower and put on a thin nightdress. Then she sat down on a

sofa in the living room and told Harriet what happened.

"That was too dangerous. If it hadn't been Maxwell, you might have been in real danger this time."

Harriet patted her chest, feeling terrified.

"Yes." Greta breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the ceiling blankly.

"I'm tired. I'll go to bed first."

When Greta got up, Harriet yawned too. She looked at Maxwell, and smiled sweetly. "Are you going to

sleep?"

"I have to finish the housework before I go to bed," Maxwell declined her politely.

At night in the car, he almost lost control of himself. He could not possibly repeat the same mistake at

home.

But Harriet was too beautiful, with a mature, young woman's charm that Maxwell couldn't resist. NôvelDrama.Org content.

"Good night, then." Harriet blinked her eyes, turned around, twisted her hips, and walked to the second

floor.

When Harriet and Greta were asleep, Maxwell looked stern.

Maxwell walked to his bedroom window and looked at the bright, neon buildings in the distance.

Suddenly, there was a flash of cold shock in his eyes.

Immediately, Maxwell was furious!

Maxwell opened the window and jumped down!

If Greta and Harriet had seen this, they would have been dumbstruck. They would have thought

Maxwell was doing something stupid!

This was definitely looking for death!

Jumping from this height would certainly cause death!

Even if Leila were here, there was no guarantee that she would jump from this height unharmed.

Maxwell, however, did not hesitate and jumped off the building!

The ground trembled a bit as he jumped off to the ground and left two footprints!

And then Maxwell rushed away.

At this moment, Maxwell was filled with murderous aura, like a bloodthirsty beast out of control!

In a blink of an eye, a gust of wind passed by, blowing away the caps of the two security guards!

The security guards were alerted and stared on the road. They seemed to see a vague shadow pass

by.

Maxwell was now as cool as heartless killer.

In the bedroom opposite to Maxwell, Greta felt shocked shortly after she lay down. Out of curiosity,

Greta got out of bed and quietly opened Maxwell's door.

Then she saw the window was opened!

***

On a sidewalk in Ocean City, several men squatted by the roadside, glancing at women one after

another.

"Damn it, none is as hot as the one just now," said one of them.

"Can it be the same? The woman just now is a celebrity. Her skin is soft and tender." Another person

said distressingly, "What a bad luck! Why did the police just come by? Shit!"

"Don't talk bullshit." One of them stared at a girl who was passing by, and raised an evil smile.

"Look at that girl. What do you think of her?"

"Oh my God, she's got a good shape! And she's good-looking."

"Fine. Go get it. Drag her down the side lane." The men then walked to her.

Soon, a beautiful girl was cornered into a cul-de-sac. It was dark and the girl was panicked, not

knowing what to do.

"What... what do you want? I have money. I can give you money." The girl shivered.

"We want you baby," said the men, smiling, and stretching out their hands to the girl's delicate and

lovely face.

The girl was trembling and looked frightened!

Suddenly, there was a cold silver light flashed in the darkness!

Immediately after, deplorable and shrill screams suddenly sounded! The men were howling in agony!

They all lost their fingers on their right hands!

Ten fingers were cut off and they could hardly bear the pain!

"Who! Who is it?" One of the men endured the pain, and shouted loudly.

In the darkness, a pair of leather shoes sounded. The cold sound echoed in the darkness.

"Who are you?" The man looked closely at Maxwell. They didn't know Maxwell at all.

"I'm..." Maxwell stepped out and let out a sound. "The son-in-law of the Sandoval family."

"The Sandoval family?" The man frowned and thought for a moment. They didn't seem to have

enemies in the Sandoval family.

"Get out of here at once, or you'll be in troubles!" They barked at Maxwell in a ferocious and brutal

tone.

Maxwell stood in front of the girl, saying, "You dare to tarnish my wife! You must die!" Maxwell shot

them a fierce and cold glance!