Dragon Master

Chapter 787 A Slap in the Face

Chapter 787 A Slap in the Face

The waitress's polite attitude to Maximilian was a slap in the face to Sinclair and others. They never though that Maximilian was so influential.

He was just free of charge from 10 million because of his influence on Connor. That is so incredible.

Sinclair and the others were dumbfounded, wondering how the guy had known Connor. They could help thinking if Maximilian had really become rich and gone ahead of them.

They would never believe it if they hadn't heard it just now by themselves. Actually, some of them refused to accept it because that was too much to process.

"Pinch me and tell me this isn't real," one of Sinclair's fellows said to the one next to him.

The one then pinched him so hard that he screamed out.

Sinclair looked very embarrassed. It was supposed to be his show today. He should be in the limelight, but now Maximilian stole his thunder.

Carmen was extremely shocked. All of a sudden, Maximilian's figure became tall in his eyes. He wondered when this friend of his had become so rich.

"Are you kidding me? Why does he get to be Connor's friend? If a man like him can be Connor's friend, so can everyone."

Sinclair was the last to accept the fact. He had even suspected that Maximilian was colluding with the waiter, and they might be acting.

The waitress looked at Sinclair with disdain and said, "Please be polite. If you insult him again, I'll tell on you to Mr. Davies."

"No... please don't. I was joking." Sinclair was startle. He waved his hand and couldn't stop explaining.

He still wondered when Maximilian had become so lucky.

Those who were looking at Maximilian changed their attitude. They thought to themselves and wondered if they should go and cottoning up with him. Most of them were hesitating.

They were hesitating because Sinclair would definitely hate them for cottoning up with Maximilian. They had offended Maximilian before, so they were afraid that Maximilian would get back on them.

"I'm so flattered, to be honest," Maximilian smiled shyly.

He had to reconsider if he would go back to this place next time if Connor kept doing this.

"Mr. Davies said you can make yourself comfortable here, and there's nothing you should be concerned about," the waitress said with a smile.

Sinclair and the other people were now envying Maximilian for being so lucky.

Many of them tried to stand closer to him and cotton up with him. One asked, "Can I ask how you knew Connor? Can you teach us how to do that?"

They were sure that Maximilian must have some secret way to make friends with Connor, and if they would have nothing to fear in this city if they could learn the secret way.

Maximilian smiled and remained silent. Those people had seen the story, but they didn't have the full picture. If Maximilian had anything that could be called a "secret way", that would be who he was.

Seeing that Maximilian suddenly in the limelight, Sinclair was upset. He humphed, "he's just one of Conor's watchdogs."

However, Sinclair's fellows thought being Connor's watchdog would also be a nice job. They would be more than willing to do that if they had the chance.

The waitress told Connor about what had happened.

Connor was staying near this place for business negotiation. He got mad when he heard the news in which somebody called Maximilian his watchdog. That was serious insulting.

Even Connor wouldn't dare to say that. He immediately stopped negotiating and left the place. He decided to stand up for Maximilian.

Serena was looking at Maximilian. She cast a charming looking over and over.

Maximilian had felt her temptation, but he chose to ignore her. He had seen this woman through. She's an out-and-out golddigger.

She was trying to invest in both of them when she realized that Maximilian could be rich, which was what Maximilian hated most. He had zero interest in this woman.

Nobody knew how Maximilian knew Connor, but see how politely the waitress treated Maximilian, their attitude towards Maximilian had changed, too. Nobody dared to mock him because they were so afraid that Connor would get back on them.

At the gate of the hotel, Sinclair took out his car key and shook it. Then he said, "I'm so tired of this car. I'll have a new one within days."

At the same time, he pressed the car key, and the Ferrari parked in the garage shone its lights.

His fellows envied him so much, especially after he said he would change the car within days. That was the life of the rich, which they would never have the chance to have, or even to understand.

"Sinclair, I've seen that latest supercar, but it's just a concept car, and I've seen it just for once," said one of his fellows, pointing at a concept car parked near them.

"concept car, what kind of car is that?" It was the first time for some of them to hear that name, and they were all very confused.

Sinclair coughed and explained, "You fool... it's never easy to get a concept car because ordinary people could never afford it. It's too pricy."

Maximilian suddenly got a phone call from Chandler.

"Hello? That concept car... I've already had it driven over to you. It's a black one. You told the driver your name and he'll give you the keys."

"How do you know I am here?"

Maximilian was a little surprised. Chandler always brought him surprise.

"Hah, I want to surprise you, so I asked Chief Carr to find you location."

"Why are you giving me this car? It's so dazzling."

"Just take it as a toy. I've tried very hard to import it from overseas. A hero needs a good ride, and you're my hero, master. You deserved it."

Maximilian felt Chandler's compliment a bit too much, but at least the guy was grateful. He knew he should give his master a present.

"Sinclair, you said you'll have a new car, how about this one?"

"Are you stupid? Do you have any idea how expensive that is? I can't afford it."

Sinclair said and kicked on the leg of the guy. Now he felt so embarrassed, but he actually had already given up his thoughts of buying the car as soon as he saw it.

He knew his self-limitation, which was not a bad thing. He didn't feel ashamed to say it.

Other people were very very curious about the owner of the concept car. Some of them were already gathering around it and taking photos.

A man was standing next to it. He dressed like a housekeeper. He remained silent. As long as they didn't touch the car, he wouldn't speak.

Sinclair grinned a smile and ridiculed, "Where's your car, Maximilian? I'd like to give you a ride, but mine doesn't have enough seats for so many people. Maybe you should take a cab."

People were giggling. Maximilian might have a good relationship with Connor, but that didn't change the fact that he had no money.