Chapter 5: How Could It Be This Loser?
Chapter 5: How Could It Be This Loser?
Maxwell dialed the phone and said, "I don't care what method you use, but I want the Kramer Group to
disappear in a minute."
"No problem, boss." It was the young man who had been at the mansion this afternoon.
Fabian almost could not bear it anymore when Maxwell hung up the phone. He didn't expect Maxwell
was that good at acting!
Fabian took out his phone. Just as he was about to call the security guard of the hotel to teach the NôvelDrama.Org owns this.
ignorant man a lesson, his phone rang!
Surprised, he glanced at the screen of his phone, and his face changed!
It was from Mr. Nahum, the most important partner of the Kramer Group. They had cooperated for five
years. Without Mr. Nahum, the profits of the Kramer Group would shrink greatly every year!
Just as Fabian picked up the phone, he heard Mr. Nahum's furious accuse, "Kramer! What do you
mean by that! You offended someone important and didn't tell me! I don't want to offend him. Our
cooperation will be terminated immediately!"
Fabian was caught off guard. He was confused for quite a long time. He did not understand why Mr.
Nahum suddenly decided to end the cooperation with him. He even said that he had offended
someone, but when did he offend anyone?
Before Fabian could figure it out, another text message came, "Mr. Fabian, the company's server has
just been hacked by a mysterious hacker. The server has crashed and our business secrets have been
leaked. If our competitors get the information, all the cooperation projects of the company in recent
years will be voided!"
Fabian's mind went blank as he was overwhelmed by countless phone calls and messages!
Fabian put through his phone again with a stern look and heard his anxious secretary reporting, "Mr.
Fabian, the company's shares were attacked by the mysterious traders. The shares were sold at a low
price. In less than half a minute, the company had already lost more than a billion!"
"Mr. Fabian, someone must be messing with us! We must have offended some big shot!"
"Big shot?" Fabian mumbled blankly as he looked at Maxwell, who had a cold and sarcastic look on his
face.
Staring at his teasing expression, Fabian suddenly understood.
A minute ago, none of this happened. But now, the company was in a crisis!
Fabian pointed at Maxwell, trembling. "Did you do it?"
The other man's mocking smile dragged Fabian into desperation!
Fabian's phone was about to explode because of the numerous phone calls and text messages.
Covered in a cold sweat, Fabian got to chill! He looked at Maxwell with astonishment and horror!
Maxwell was simply a devil from hell to him. He had destroyed the Kramer Group by just a single
phone call!
Fabian was chilled to the bond now. All of this was extremely frightening. Who on earth was this young
man in front of him? Very few people in this Chinaad such an ability... The Sandoval Group should get
him to help them!
Maxwell turned to look at Greta, who was asleep on the bed, and shot a cold look at Fabian. "From
now on, if I knew that you were in Ocean City, I would make sure you live in hell!"
Fabian was shivering when he met Maxwell's ferocious gaze! Fabian seemed to have seen the
mountain of corpses and sea of blood in his eyes!
Fabian finally believed what Maxwell had said before and was sure the man would live up to his words.
Fabian wondered how many people this man had killed to have such a terrible look in his eyes!
"I was wrong. I was so stupid... Sir... Please forgive me. I beg you!" Fabian knelt and pleaded.
"Were you the one who ordered to use the bug?" Maxwell asked slowly.
"Yes, but I was just following orders. An unknown courier sent me the bug and asked me to put the bug
on Greta. They said it could help me." Shaking, Fabian told Maxwell everything.
"An unknown courier?" Maxwell repeated. It seemed that Fabian wasn't the only player. There were
even more forces involved...
"Your compensation to President Greta should be generous enough. If she is still angry tomorrow, you
will know the consequences." Maxwell indicated evenly but dauntingly.
Maxwell took out his phone again and put it down. Not long after, Fabian received a phone call, telling
him the crashed server was repaired, the hackers left, and the traders stopped attacking them... But by
then, the company had suffered billions in losses!
Maxwell walked to the side of the bed and looked at Greta, who was lying on the bed like an exquisite,
perfect sleeping beauty. Smiling, he bent down, gently picked her up, and left the room...
Only after Maxwell left did Fabian let out a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the bed. He gasped for air
with lingering fear. He would never forget what had just happened!
Fabian had never heard of the man's mysterious and powerful strength!
...
A black Maybach stopped at the entrance of the mansion. It was almost ten o'clock in the evening. The
door opened and Maxwell carried Greta out before walking into the building and heading to her
bedroom upstairs.
He had a ruthless look on his face when he walked out of the bedroom. He took out the phone and
instructed his subordinate, "Go and find out other opponents of the Sandoval Group. The company has
been targeted."
"Yes, boss."
When Greta woke up the second morning, it was already ten o'clock. A dazzling golden ray of sunlight
shot into the room through the window and shone on Greta's long, sexy eyelashes.
Eyelids trembling, she slowly opened her sleepy eyes and stretched herself.
She froze when her gaze fell on the clock.
The young lady rushed out of the bedroom and saw Maxwell cleaning the corridor.
"It's already ten o'clock, why didn't you wake me up again?" Greta frowned.
"President Greta, you drank too much last night. I just want you to sleep a little longer." Maxwell smiled.
"Wasn't I in the hotel last night? Why do I wake up in my bedroom?" Greta asked hesitantly.
Maxwell gave her an ingratiating smile, "You were drunk last night and called me to pick you up."
"I did?" Greta was suspicious of what he said. She vaguely remembered that Fabian seemed to have
said something disgusting to her last night.
"How could I lie to you, President Greta?" Afraid that Greta would keep questioning him, he reminded
her, "Madam, you could wash up. I've already prepared the towel and hot water."
Greta knew what was more important. She glared at Maxwell and walked into the bathroom with her
appealing long legs.
After taking a shower and wearing makeup, she put on her uniform and a pair of black stockings, untied
her long hair, and walked out of the villa leisurely on high heels.
Maxwell watched the Maybach running away and curled up into a smile.
His phone rang. He put through the phone. "Boss, the Sandoval Group is being targeted. Greta may
have been attacked by assassins shortly, but I don't have proof yet," the young man's voice came.
"I see." Maxwell hung up the phone evenly with an unreadable look on his face. Ocean City seemed to
be peaceful, but the truth was never like that.
Maxwell would never let go of anyone who dared to attack Greta!
'I can forgive those who hurt me, but I will never forgive those who offend my wife!'
Greta was driving the Maybach. Her secretary told her that Fabian had just arrived at the Sandoval
Group and was waiting in the conference room to discuss the cooperation project.
Greta was puzzled. The Kramer Group and the Sandoval Group had always been rivals on many
projects. It could be said that the Kramer Group was the biggest enemy of the Sandoval Group.
Fabian had said something disgusting to her several times, and what had happened last night, when he
sexually harassed her under the name of cooperation, was just one of them.
But today, Fabian had changed and came to the Sandoval Group so early in the morning, which
confused Greta a little.
In the reception room of the Sandoval Group, Fabian paced back and forth anxiously.
After what happened last night, Fabian couldn't sleep all night. What that ruthless man had said echoed
so vividly in his ears that every time he thought of them, his blood froze.
If he did not solve this matter today, he and the Kramer Group would be doomed!
That man was not joking.
Suddenly, the door of the room was pushed open. Wearing a professional office outfit with long hair
over her shoulders, Greta walked in elegantly on high heels, followed by a female secretary with a
stack of documents.
"Here you are, President Greta. I've been waiting for you for a long time." Seeing the lady, Fabian
bowed humbly and politely.
Greta was caught off guard by his reaction. She was a little confused. Last night, he was so rude to her,
but now, he was completely a different man.
Puzzled as Greta was, she remained in a cold manner and snorted. "Mr. Fabian, if you came because
of what happened last night, I advise you to give up hope because I can't agree with your conditions!"
After she finished speaking, Fabian said very politely, "You must be joking. I was so ignorant last night
and have learned my lesson from the young master. I'm here today to beg for your mercy. Please
forgive me."
"To prove my sincerity, all the profits from this corporation the two companies should belong to the
Sandoval Group. Besides, we'd like to offer you two pieces of land in the prime location of Ocean City.
Please accept my apology and forget my rudeness. Everything is negotiable as long as you are not
angry with me!"
Not only did Fabian keep apologizing, but he also appeared very humble in front of Greta. He was no
longer the arrogant, unscrupulous man last night.
What surprised Greta even more was that Fabian did plan to spend a lot of money on this, including all
the profits from the cooperation project. It took her a long time to believe it was true.
Looking at Greta's shocked face, Fabian forced a flattering smile. "President Greta, if you have any
other requests, just let me know. I'll do whatever I could... If you are satisfied, please tell the young
master that I have done everything I need to do."
Greta stared blankly at the fawning man and felt surreal. She couldn't believe it!
"Alright, I don't need any of these. I just hope that you'll behave yourself in our future cooperation."
Greta said as she looked out of the window with her arms crossed around her chest.
"Yes, yes, definitely." Fabian chanted obsequiously.
"And who is this young master?" she looked at him.
Fabian paused before he asked, "President Greta, don't you know? Last night, the young master told
me that you must accept my apology. Afterward, he personally sent you back."
"It's him?" Greta had an odd look on her face. She remembered that Maxwell seemed to be the one
picking her up last night. The next moment, Maxwell's cheeky, fawning smile flashed across her mind.
But Greta shook her head and denied the idea immediately.
How could it be him!
She couldn't associate the useless Maxwell with the 'young master'.