The Poor Billionaire's Revenge.

Chapter 95

Maxwell had finished with the dishes when a bang came loud on the door. Who was that person who could not use the doorbell? He questioned himself in his mind as he walked towards the door. He wiped his wet hand over the apron he was wearing.

His feet were thudding heavily on the floor.

"Hold on," he called out. He grabbed the knob and turned it. The moment the door opened, he found Duncan standing in front of him.

"Oh, the big old man!" Maxwell exclaimed.

"Is Athena in?" He asked rudely, his shoulders squared on each side.

"Is that how you greet your in-law?" Maxwell asked humbly.

"Move, boy, I'm not here for jokes.".

"I guess you are here to beg Athena to go back to work, then." Max replied with contempt.

"I will not have you insult me, not in my brother's house.".

"It's fine then. You may come in." Maxwell opened the door long enough for his enormous body size to pass through. "

"Athena, you've got a guest," Maxwell called out over his shoulders. Duncan helped himself to the co