chapter 29 Avery Lin's shock

Avery was utterly shocked. The person talking to Maxwell was none other than Colin! The renowned hero of the underground society of Delington! His fearsome reputation rivaled the top four powerhouses of the underground society of Delington. At least three factions had been wiped out by Colin's hands. The scar on his forehead was from when he single-handedly wiped out twenty elite members of the Riverwealth Syndicate. Anyone on the road, upon hearing the name "Colin," couldn't help but show fear. Even those in official positions didn't dare to provoke him easily. But now, Colin was surprisingly addressing Maxwell politely as "Mr. Clarkson." And with yesterday's relaxed conversation between Maxwell and Chief Harrison. Avery couldn't help but imagine just how astonishing Maxwell's background must be. Thinking back to how she had offended Maxwell before, Avery was filled with regret! Even the entire Larson family wouldn't be enough for Colin to handle with just one hand! Exactly! How could a country bumpkin become Abigail's husband? How could someone without any background beat up Justin without any hesitation? She was truly blind! She hadn't realized that the real powerhouse was Maxwell! ... Avery's head was spinning, and her ears were buzzing. At this moment, the Larson sisters approached Avery from both sides. One touched her forehead, the other her hand. "Mr. Clarkson, this lady's hand is cold, and she's sweating." "She's not running a fever, but she's sweating." "I think it's low blood sugar!" "I think so too!" Maxwell walked up to Avery, waving his hand in front of her eyes. "Hey! Are you okay? Do you need help?" Avery took a deep breath, feeling embarrassed. "Maybe I got too excited just now. I feel a bit dizzy." "Oh... Maybe it's low blood sugar. Can you walk?" "I'll try..." Avery slowly straightened up, but whether it was psychological or not, she felt her legs go weak after just a few steps. With a cry of alarm, she leaned into Maxwell's arms, bumping solidly against him. Maxwell instinctively held her, patting her wrist. "Don't try to walk by yourself. Let's find a place for you to rest first." "Let me lean on you for a while, my legs feel weak," Avery said softly, holding onto Maxwell's arm, leaning on his shoulder with her eyes closed, slowly calming her nerves. Um... Maxwell wanted to withdraw his arm because the position was too alluring, being pressed tightly in the middle by her softness. He felt awkward to move even slightly. Avery was Abigail's best friend. If this woman negatively talked about Abigail, his image would be ruined... Although it seemed that he didn't have much of an image in Abigail's heart either. Ahem, this woman was quite something! She must be quite skilled too! Hmm... If this were in the village, regardless of appearance, with just this figure, suitors would be lining up at the door. Standing on the roadside with a beauty like Avery leaning on him attracted quite a few onlookers' attention and whispers. Seeing that this didn't look right, Colin said to Maxwell, "Mr. Clarkson, it's about time for lunch. How about... taking this Miss Larson to have lunch together? If she has low blood sugar, eating lunch should help." Maxwell nodded and replied, "Sure, Miss Larson! What do you think? Let's go have lunch now." "Um... okay, thank you." Avery stood up cautiously, her face turning red involuntarily. The front of her silk shirt was soaked with sweat, almost transparent, outlining the contours of her pink bra. The whiteness of her waist and abdomen was all exposed to Maxwell's eyes. What made her even more embarrassed was that Maxwell's sleeves were almost soaked, all with her sweat! It was so embarrassing! Avery almost couldn't lift her head. Maxwell also felt quite embarrassed, but still took a few more glances. Hmm, Avery's waist looked good. ... Avery couldn't drive in her current state, so Maxwell let her sit in the Porsche. Colin drove Avery's Mercedes coupe for the time being. Sitting in the Porsche 911, Avery was once again shocked. Maxwell owned such a good car! And, there was a pair of twins sitting in the car too? She was very curious about the identity of these twins but didn't know how to ask. However, the Larson sisters were also a little curious about Avery and couldn't help but speak first. "Haha, Avery! Your last name is Larson too. Maybe we were one family five hundred years ago." "Avery, are you a friend of Mr. Clarkson?" Avery nodded and replied, "I guess you could say we're friends. What about you? Are you also his friends?" "We're not, we're just running errands for Mr. Clarkson." "And taking care of things for Mr. Clarkson, like cleaning up." "Oh..." Avery became even more curious. Maxwell's home? Wasn't it the Jerome residence? Did Abigail know about these sisters' existence? Her mind resembled a string of unanswered questions, each turn leading to more confusion. When they were close to the villa halfway up the mountain, Avery saw the sign and couldn't help but exclaim, "Where are we going?" Emma smiled and said, "To the villa halfway up the mountain! Haven't you been here before?" "No, it's my first time." "Oh... no wonder. Haha, you're Mr. Clarkson's first guest." Avery's heart trembled. Abigail must not have been here either! She couldn't help but take another look at Maxwell, who was driving attentively, finding him more and more unfathomable. The property of the villa! In Delington, this was something only those with top backgrounds could own! Abigail probably didn't even know the true strength of her husband. But, as Abigail's best friend, she knew. This couldn't help but be seen as a strange coincidence. The car drove straight into the garage. Seeing the other two cars parked inside, Avery had already started to adapt. When she entered the palace-like room again, she was completely numb. This looked like a palace! Under the huge crystal chandelier was a spacious hall, large enough to accommodate over a hundred people for a dance party. Every piece of furniture and decoration in the room was extraordinary, some of which she had never seen before. Avery felt like an old woman who had entered the Grand View Garden. Compared to her villa, this place was as simple as a blank house. She couldn't help but mutter to herself, how happy it would be to be the matriarch of this house. During lunch, she witnessed what grandeur meant. A lunch consisting of four types of cuisine: Sichuan, Cantonese, French, and Thai. Eating in the magnificent dining room, Avery didn't dare to say a word, eating very cautiously, afraid of making any rude gestures. While Avery was lost in thought, Peter and his wife took Abigail and Jaxon to attend Justin's banquet. Jaxon had to forcibly hold back his laughter to keep from bursting out. To think he had to pretend to be the Jerome family's son-in-law! Since Peter and Sophia did this, they must want him to become the Jerome family's son-in-law. That meant he and Abigail were getting closer to reality. The iceberg beauty would soon be his woman. Melting the iceberg, making her flow beneath him, just thinking about that scene made Jaxon's heart flutter...