Chapter 3: A Man with Stories

Bess looked calm, but Maxwell still captured a trace of panic flashing through her beautiful eyes.

"Trojan? What Trojan? I don't know..."

Bess asked, frowning. She didn't look like acting.

Maxwell took a glance at the woman and smiled, "As the director of the cybersecurity department, Ms. Rusk, you don't even know about the Trojan virus?"

Bess trembled, but she still tried her best to remain calm. "Oh, you mean Trojan virus? I remember that there was indeed a famous virus called Trojan overseas last year... But I've never seen it in China, let alone plant the virus in the president's computer."

"Ms. Rusk, the files on the USB flash drive you gave the president are carrying the virus." Maxwell spread his hand, revealing the scattered electronic components in his palm. "And the bug you planted in the president's house. Ms. Rusk, how long are you gonna pretend you don't know?"

Bess stood there in a daze, looking shocked, terrified, and overwhelming.

He pulled a significant smile and breathed out another mouthful of smoke. "You are very smart. The virus has never appeared in China, which makes you less suspicious. Besides, President Greta and you are far less close than she and Mr. Melissa. So even if it's found out, Mr. Melissa would be much more like a suspect. With your intelligence, it's a pity that you're just a director of the cybersecurity department..."

"You... How did you find out?" Bess looked complicated. What Maxwell had said sent a thrill of horror through her.

Maxwell looked at the woman in composure. "It doesn't matter how I discovered it. What's important is that you did come up with such a flawless plan. If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't have found out. Unfortunately, it's me."

Bess would never know that the notorious Trojan virus that had ravaged overseas last year was written by Maxwell!

The agencies refused to pay back the huge amount of money they had owed him, so Maxwell created the virus as a warning to them.

Sure enough, he knew the code created by his own hands.

"No... No, you're talking nonsense. I didn't do anything!" Bess kept backing away in astonishment.

She couldn't believe that Maxwell had seen through her perfect, rigidly calculated, and flawless plan!

Maxwell looked at Bess and said flatly, "Recently, your father has received 20 million in his account. Considering your power, you have no chance of getting the money, unless you have planted the virus in the president's computer. What else did the Kramer Group ask you to do?"

Trembling, she was speechless. It never occurred to her that Maxwell would be able to access to her father's bank account!

"Why did you do it?" Maxwell's gaze turned sharp as he reached out promptly to grab Bess's shoulder and press her against the wall!

"What do you want?" Shaking, she bit her red lips. Her exquisite and charming face blanched!

"That's what you should ask yourself. You should know that even overseas, the crimes you have committed are enough for life imprisonment," indicated the man.

"Let me go, please. I can give you all the 20 million," Bess looked despair. "I'll promise you anything if you let me go."

"Let you go?" Maxwell snorted. She had caused so much trouble for the wife of the Dragon Lord, how could he let her go that easily?

"Please, let me go. The Kramer Group is threatening me. If I refuse, my younger brother will die."

Bess finally stopped suppressing her despair. Her voice was hoarse and somewhat sexy. "I'm willing to do anything as long as you let me go..."

With that, Bess slowly took off her coat. Her white shirt wrapped around the lady's curvy figure, and her long hair fell over her shoulders, bringing out her sexiness.

It was obvious that she wanted to buy him off by sex.

Smirking, Maxwell unbuttoned her shirt one by one. A charming fragrance floated in the air.

Bess gritted her teeth and shivered. She closed her beautiful eyes, assuming that Maxwell had been moved by her offer.

Suddenly, she felt her buttons collapsed. She opened her eyes and saw the man holding the button. "Who ordered you to do it?"

Bess replied in a trembling voice, "It's the Kramer Group. They asked me to monitor President Greta, and they even asked me to place the bug on her, but I haven't gotten a chance..."

"And their purpose?" Maxwell continued.

"Mr. Fabian of the Kramer Group has always drooled over President Greta. He plans to invite her to dinner tomorrow night and asks me to drug her..." She took out a white bottle from her bag and handed it to Maxwell.

"Alright, from now on, I don't want to see you in the Sandoval Group again. Otherwise, you know the consequences." Maxwell warned slowly and sharply.

Then he turned around. By the time Beth realized what happened, the man was long gone.

With such an attractive body, he did not take advantage of her?

Bess put on her clothes in a hurry and tidied up her messy long hair. After wiping away the tear, she walked out of the office in a hurry with her body trembling.

Standing by the window of the office, Maxwell quietly watched the beautiful woman walking out of the Sandoval Tower.

He looked down at the button in his hand.

Bess's fragrance remained on it, which was very attractive.

The man stretched out his hand, cracked open the button, and took out a tiny electronic component.

Another bug!

Maxwell had a stern look on his face. Bess might not even know that even she herself was eavesdropped on by the Kramer Group!

...

The next morning, a ray of sunlight shot into the room from outside the window. Greta opened her sleepy eyes and felt something was wrong.

"Good morning, President Greta." Maxwell walked into her room and greeted the young lady with a fawning smile.

"Didn't I sleep on the sofa last night? Why am I here?" Greta looked icy.

"I was afraid you might catch a cold on the couch last night, so I carried you into the bedroom... But don't worry. I didn't take any advantage of you." As he explained, he kept looking at Greta's body.

Hair messy, the young lady without makeup looked touchingly gorgeous. Besides, the sheet didn't completely cover up her but revealed a trace of her pink lace bra, which emitted a lovely luster under the sunlight.

"If you didn't... How come my clothes are missing, then?" She stared at him and questioned grimly.