chapter 27 feeling of swelling

Maxwell naturally wouldn't go work as a laborer. He had made plans with Colin to start learning to drive today. When they arrived at the villa halfway up the mountain, the Larson sisters had just finished practicing martial arts. They were dressed in identical white training suits, drenched in sweat, with the fabric clinging to their bodies, outlining youthful curves full of vitality. Maxwell couldn't help but admire them, murmuring, "They are identical!" "Good morning, Mr. Clarkson!" "Hello, Mr. Clarkson!" The two sisters greeted him respectfully. "You're here so early!" "We're going to shower quickly!" Maxwell waved his hand. "Go ahead, go ahead." Admiring the beautiful figures of the two sisters, Maxwell couldn't help but smack his lips. They were truly identical. Looking from afar, their bosoms were of the same size! Could the only difference be something more innate? Maxwell's mind wandered for at least ten minutes. He looked around the magnificent hall, feeling an impulse to move in and live here. Although Abigail, that little girl, was quite eye-catching, the Peter couple were too disgusting. Watching their foolish performances every day was annoying. Maxwell worried that if he couldn't hold back one day and slapped them, it would be a big mess. After all, Victor was good to him, and his relationship with the master was also good. So no matter how excessive the Peter couple were, Maxwell didn't find it convenient to discipline them. As long as he moved out, he wouldn't be bothered by them anymore. But how should he bring this up with Victor? ... While contemplating, the Larson sisters came out after changing clothes. They were wearing the same T-shirts with jeans and canvas shoes, the only difference being the color of the shoelaces: one had a blue background with pink flowers, the other with a blue background and yellow flowers. Maxwell rubbed his forehead. Did he have to distinguish between the two by carefully examining their shoelaces? "Which one of you is Emily, and which one is Emma?" "I'm Emily! I'm on the left." "I'm Emma! I'm on the right." "Mr. Clarkson, you don't need to distinguish." "Yeah, no need." "Just let us handle things, just call out any name." "And the remaining one is the other. You won't make a mistake." Listening to the banter between the two, Maxwell couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, alright, I got it! Let's go to the garage first and pick a car to get familiar with." "As you wish!" "After you, Mr. Clarkson!" The two of them respectfully followed Maxwell, and the three went straight to the garage. Maxwell looked at the three luxury cars. The Ferrari only had two seats, and the Maybach was too old-fashioned. He pointed to the one in the middle. "Let's go with this one, it's a Porsche, right?" The Larson sisters nodded in unison. "Yes! Porsche 911." "A classic sports car!" Maxwell chuckled and opened the door, sliding into the car. "This is a convertible, right? Emily, can you retract the roof?" "Yes, I can!" Emily leaned over from the passenger seat, pressing a button in the middle of the dashboard. Maxwell couldn't help but inhale deeply, the scent of shower gel mixed with the fragrance of a young girl, refreshing. Watching the roof retract, Maxwell held the steering wheel with a sense of wonder. "You know, sitting in this kind of car gives you a sense of pride! No wonder those rich kids love convertible sports cars." The Larson sisters stifled their laughter. "Mr. Clarkson, aren't you a rich kid yourself?" "Yeah! You must be one of the top rich kids in Delington!" Maxwell's expression turned odd. "Am I? Do I look like one? As a civilized and courteous young man of the new era, how could I possibly be a rich kid? Let me tell you, those who know me well praise me as an honest and reliable young man, an immaculate handsome youth!" "Mr. Clarkson, you... Haha! You crack me up." "Hahaha! Immaculate handsome youth!" The Larson sisters burst into laughter. Maxwell couldn't help but roll his eyes. What was so funny? Were these two girls even more old-fashioned than him? ... Maxwell was getting familiar with the various functions of the car under the guidance of the two beautiful women when Colin arrived. The former little follower had grown into a middle-aged man of great renown. Colin was tall and muscular, his suit making him look sharp and stylish. As he walked, his steps were swift and confident, complemented by a faint scar on his forehead, exuding a bold aura. Seeing Maxwell, Colin's eyes lit up with excitement. He knelt directly, saying, "I pay respects to you, Palace Lord!" "Just call me Mr. Clarkson!" Maxwell smiled and added, "The Xelooe Palace has not yet been unified, so the title of Palace Lord doesn't hold much weight." "As you command, Mr. Clarkson!" Colin said solemnly, "I am willing to give everything to revive the Xelooe Palace. I'll go through ups and downs with you, Mr. Clarkson." Maxwell nodded. Colin had been loyal to the Xelooe Palace and unwaveringly devoted to Nora. Now, that loyalty was directed toward Maxwell. "You've worked hard for all these years." Maxwell reached out to help Colin up, but found that his arms were as solid as iron. Oh? Did he want to test Maxwell? "Get up now. You don't need to be so formal!" Maxwell remained calm. His fingers exerted a bit of force, secretly circulating his true energy. Hiss... Colin sucked in a breath of cold air. In that instant, he felt a force like an electric drill, penetrating through his muscles and directly into his bones. If he hadn't forcibly endured it, he might have screamed in pain. At that moment, Colin understood that the palace lord, despite his youth, possessed tremendous strength. Maxwell was truly worthy of being Nora's junior brother! Colin stood up respectfully, bowing his head. "Mr. Clarkson, you're amazing!" Maxwell smiled faintly. "Alright, let's not think about other things for now. Focus on teaching me how to drive! In a place like Delington, it's too inconvenient not to have a car." "Sure!" Later, Colin sat in the driver's seat, Maxwell in the passenger seat, and the Larson sisters in the back. As Colin slowly drove the car out of the garage, he explained driving knowledge and techniques to Maxwell. When they reached the main road outside the villa, Maxwell couldn't help but say, "I find this car much easier to drive than the tractors in the village! I've already got the hang of it!" "It is indeed easier..." Colin chuckled and said, "Automatic transmission cars are like toys, easy to learn to drive. The main thing is to know the roads and remember the traffic rules. These things need practical experience to become familiar with. By the way, Mr. Clarkson, I brought a book on traffic rules. It's best if you can memorize them." Maxwell waved his hand. "No need, I already read it yesterday. Let me try driving." "Sure! This car has great performance, so be gentle on the accelerator." Colin reminded and switched to the passenger seat. With a foundation in driving tractors, Maxwell quickly drove skillfully. Getting more and more addicted, he started by choosing less crowded routes to drive, gradually moving to bustling streets. A luxury car with a pair of twin beauties inside attracted countless gazes along the way. Time flew by, and it was almost noon. "Mr. Clarkson, slow down..." Colin pointed ahead and said, "Looks like there's been an accident over there." Following his gaze, Maxwell couldn't help but exclaim, "It seems to be Avery. She seems to be in trouble.