Dragon Master novel Maximilian novel Chapter 37

Franklin blinked his eyes and tried to catch more glances as the car past him, and when he looked again, that Rolls-Royce 

was gone.

 

Hallucination?

 

Franklin blinked, his eyebrows knitting.

 

He didn't think so.

 

It was a Rolls-Royce Phantom and worthed at least six or seven million dollars.

 

How can that loser get into a stunning car like this?

 

However, Franklin didn't take it seriously and drove away.

 

Maximilian asked lazily in the car.

 

“Who am I going to visit today? Will that take too much time?”

 

Wilfred replied respectfully.

 

“Young master, it won't. This man is quite famous in the country, a master in the antique world, and a friend of mine. Moreover, he owns an overseas trading company, and the Dragon Queen thinks highly of him and wants you to visit him.’

Maximilian chuckled and said.

 

“Let me visit him? Just say she wants to test me. Why did she talk in such a roundabout way?”

 

Wilfred smiled and continued.

 

“Young Master, this is Dragon Queen's command, and it's just a small project of three billion dollars. You need to see it for 

yourself to prepare for your succession of the Dragon Sect.”

 

Hearing his words, Maximilian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and looked at Wilfred.

 

Was a project of three billion dollars called “a small project"?

 

Maximilian looked out of the window and said.

 

“Wilfred, you're even better at blowing than Mr. Wanda. He set a small goal at a hundred million dollars. But you are talking about three hundred million dollars.”

 

Soon, they arrived at the most famous hotel in H city, Hankook Palace.

 

This was a top restaurant in H city, and all people who could come here were rich and famous!

 

Besides, Hankook Palace ran a membership system.

 

The minimum consumption for the membership in the Hankook Palace was a million dollars a year.

 

Meanwhile, at the entrance to the Hankook Palace, stood a prominent entrepreneur in the H city.

 

He was Tristan Parker, the Chairman of Parker Trading Group, which specialized in overseas trade, import and export of drugs and medicine appliances. As the chairman of the Parker Trading, Tristan's personal fortune had reached one billion dollars, ranked in top 20 billionares in H city!

 

Moreover, he was a collector with a notable reputation nationwide.

 

Now, Tristan was standing at the entrance of the Hankook Palace with a dozen of executives from the company.

 

This scene really shocked a lot of people, who came to have meals here.

 

It also attracted a chorus of murmurs and gasps.

 

“That's Tristan, chairman of Parker Trading, right? Who is he waiting for?

 

Wow, the scene is stunning.”

 

“Unbelievable, Tristan is a billionaire, and he's waiting for someone at the door.”

 

“A big man is coming? I haven't heard of it, can it be that mysterious young master who is in the limelight these days?”

 

Sitting in the Rolls Royce, Maximilian looked at the gloriously dressed elite standing in two rows at the entrance of the gilded Hankook Palace. He frowned and said.

 

"I have told them to keep it low-key, why do they still do this?"

 

Wilfred hurriedly smiled sarcastically and said.

 

“Young master, I'm sorry I didn't convey it properly. Perhaps Mr. Parker felt that this was suitable for your status.”

 

"My status? The wasted son-in-law of the Griffith family? Ask them to withdraw.’

 

Maximilian said in a low voice.

 

"Go to the parking lot and inform Mr. Tristan to meet me alone”

 

“I understand.”

 

Wilfred nodded.

 

The car turned its head towards the parking lot.

 

At the entrance of the Hankook Palace, Tristan was standing humbly and respectfully, silently waiting for the big man.

 

If he could be valued by the Dragon Sect, his future would be promising!

 

Meanwhile, a handsome young man, Dominic, Tristan’s son, stood beside him.

 

He was a second-generation rich who spent his time on drinking, racing and disco dancing. He nearly played everything.

 

He was now in a hungover and disgruntled, hands in his pockets, mumbling,