CHAPTER 119: YOU'LL REGRET IT

Hearing Jonathan's words, Maximilian smiled bitterly. He had never imagined Jonathan would come out

to call him.

Iris was still there. If she discovered that he was Maximilian, it would be troublesome.

Turning around, Maximilian looked towards Jonathan, and then his eyesight turned to Iris.

Jonathan's heart sank for a while, realizing suddenly that he did something wrong. Obviously, the

reason why Maximilian

changed a suit was that he did not want to be recognized by others. But he had revealed the truth just

now.

In addition, among the several women, there seemed to be Iris, who was insulted by Maximilian just

now. He guessed Maximilian was coming out alone to find out how she would react...

Jonathan even imagined a scene of repulsive addiction. After all, a lot of second-generation rich have

some repulsive addictions, and he had heard some strange hobbies among them.

Although he had so many thoughts in his heart, everything happened so fast. He came up with a way

to make up for his mistakes.

“Did you see the Young Lord? Have you seen the lord in a plain suit or have you seen a black Bentley?

You will get a heavy reward if you can provide me some clues.”

Jonathan stopped and said loudly, his eyes moving from Maximilian to Iris and her friends, who were

not far away.

Seeing Iris, Jonathan became lightened and ran to her quickly, “Did you take part in the party? Have

you seen the Young Lord?”

Iris’ girlfriends could not speak any word when they saw Jonathan. They were all shaking their heads

nervously. Iris even lowered her head, fearing that Jonathan would recognize her.

She was insulted by the Young Lord just now. Who knows whether Jonathan would insult her again or

not?

There was a saying, “People follow the example of their superiors. If the superior worships Buddha, the

inferiors will imitate it, too. If the superiors like bullying people, the inferiors will follow him and do the

same.”

Iris was worrying about it right now, as she felt insecure deep in her heart. If she was humiliated by

Jonathan, she did not know how to move on in her life.

“Didn't you really see the Young Lord? You'll get rewarded if you have any clue about him.”

Jonathan asked excitedly.

“No. We really did not see him. Isn't he at the Brilliant Hall?” © - All rights reserved.

One of her friends said.

“Well, the lord is like a dragon, of which we can only see a part. It seems that I have no chance to see

him off today.”

Jonathan had a gift in acting, and his acting was natural. He shook his head with a sigh, and left full of

remorse.

Iris sighed, and felt she was silly enough to think that Maximilian was the Young Lord. Someone like

Maximilian even did not deserve to serve the Young Lord.

But thinking of the way the Young Lord spilled the wine to her, Iris felt she was attracted to him, as he

was so domineering.

“I was really scared. Now that the Young Lord had left, the party would be dismissed soon. Let's go.”

“Our car is parked far away from the Joyclub, and we have to drive the same way with Maximilian the

jerk. We'd better catch up with him to smooth our nervousness.”

When they were ridiculing Maximilian just now, they felt so relieved. It seemed that teasing and

ridiculing other people was in their nature. They could be happy for a whole day out of such behaviour.

“Go. The jerk was probably scared by Jonathan's words, and he was still standing over there. I really

like the dominance of the Young Lord. If the Young Lord wants me to be his woman, I am willing to be

spilled by him a hundred times every day.”

Iris raised her head and walked towards Maximilian. All her best friends started to laugh, discussing

about them around Iris.

“Iris, you have a special taste for men. You seem to have Stockholm syndrome. Do you like to be

abused?”

“It depends on who is abusing me. If I am to be abused by the Young Lord, such a big shot, I am totally

willing. It is a pity that I

do not even have a chance to be spilled the wine by him.”

“That is true. Look how Jonathan flattered the Young Lord. It is nothing to be abused, because your

status can be much higher if the Young Lord wants you.”

Hearing these words, Iris became proud. It seemed that the humiliation just now was another kind of

enjoyment all of a

sudden.

Seeing that Iris and her friends did not realize Jonathan was just deceiving them, he thought they must

have been fooled. So,

he turned around and went away.

“Do not move. Maximilian, you are a good-for-nothing. Come here quickly.”

The sharp tone of Iris came to Maximilian’s ear directly.

Maximilian stopped and said impatiently, “We have our own way to go, please do not always follow

me.”

“You, such a poor guy, should not be so rude to me. The road isn't yours; you do not have the right to

decide where we should go.”

Iris looked at Maximilian in contempt and said, “Why were you shocked just now? Aren't you frightened

by Jonathan that he

thought you were the lord?”

“What lord? What are you talking about? I am just curious and stopped to see what is happening.”

Maximilian said with a cold face.

“Curious? I guess you are craving for the reward from Jonathan. It is a pity that you haven't seen the

Young Lord’s face, which

you will never see. Stop daydreaming about earning quick money. Go back to Victoria and wash her

feet.” Iris said loudly.

Maximilian looked at Iris with sympathetic eyes. He was thinking what facial expression she would have

when she knew that he was the Young Lord. She might be shocked by his handsome face.

With such a thought, Maximilian smiled and curved his mouth. It seemed like he enjoyed being cursed

by Iris.

Iris glared at Maximilian, and thought that it was meaningless to continue cursing him.

In addition, many passers-by cast strange eyes on her, which would do harm to her image as an

attractive woman. It was not a good thing for her.

“Your father-in-law’s birthday is coming up, and it will be a huge party. A lot of family members and

relatives will come to attend the party. You, a poor guy, should prepare for it well, lest you send

something worthless as a present to make the guests laugh.”

Iris walked away after these words, but she returned after just one step. She reached out her hand to

point at Maximilian’s chest and said, “Poor man, do not wear such a fake Givenchy next time. I will tell

others about it.”

Iris walked away with her best friends, laughing.

Looking at Iris’ back, Maximilian could not do anything but smile. If she were not a cousin of Victoria, he

would have found someone to teach her a lesson.

“Honestly speaking, I should make full preparations for it. I cannot lose Victoria's face. But what present

should I give him? I cannot give something too expensive, but it should be something meaningful.”

Maximilian thought.