Chapter 42: Young Master Sandoval!

“Beijing?” There was slight disturbance on Greta’s face as her frame shook imperceptibly. The only people in Beijing whom Greta had relations with were none other than the Sandoval family of the capital city. Other than that, she had no professional ties with anybody. Maxwell was seated in the office chair and a vague darkness flash in his depthless and calm eyes… “I got it.” Greta was clam on the surface but she was restless underneath her facade. She looked like she was in a dilemma. Should she go for it? “Greta, this is definitely a trap. Don’t go.” Harriet furrowed here eyebrows as she warned Greta. She had a feeling that this night banquet was specially organized by the Sandoval family of the capital city in order to lure Greta in. “Should I go or not?” Greta turned her gaze onto Maxwell as she asked him. Maxwell froze briefly as a mild shock registered on his face. He sure didn’t expect Greta to consult his opinion. After giving it some thought, he replied, “Will there