A Pigeon Pair: Sweetheart, Let's Get Married

Chapter 55 I Am Very Protective

Everly could tell that the dinner tonight was more or less up to no good.

There must be a reason for Maverick coming here with willingness.

Sometimes, she did not even realize that although she had only known this man for less than a month,

his way of doing things and the boldness of vision were quite to her liking. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

For example, right now, if it was someone else, she would probably be scared.

They were just discussing business, but these people were like going to war. Their eyes were filled with

contempt and fierceness. As a girl, how could she not be afraid?

However, with Maverick right beside her, she felt inexplicably calm.

The man in chief was sitting right in the center. With the bald head and the loose suit pants he wearing,

the fat on his waist was exposed once he stood up. The suit on him was just out of place.

"Mr. Maverick, come here, take a seat."

He said politely, but his tone wasn't so polite.

The expression on Maverick's face did not change at all. He walked over and sat down, letting Everly

sit beside him.

She still had his suit jacket held in both her arms.

With Maverick around, she would only be seen as an assistant or something like that and these people

wouldn't place eyes on her right the first time.

Smart as she did, Everly could tell something from the scene.

This bald guy who looked like a ruffian was the leader. There might be someone behind him since he

was acting so arrogant. Would it be the Rice family?

Maverick didn't seem to be scared of the Rice family. He must have weighed all the interests before he

came here today.

What she thought was exactly correct.

But Maverick had his measurement.

As for why she came with him, she couldn't figure out why.

Maverick didn't want to waste much time in such a place. He just came here for a formality. As

someone wanted to see him do this, he could cooperate.

After all, he couldn't go too far in many things since he hadn't got what he wanted.

Seeing him clasping his fingers against the wall of the cup, the bald guy paused as he was about to

pour the wine for him.

Maverick didn't have many expressions on his face since he came in. Only then did he slowly raise his

head. Having cast an indifferent glance at the bald, he said as if something had just come to his mind,

"Mr... Chace, right?"

"Mr. Maverick, my surname is Sumner, Chace Sumner. Something's wrong indeed. I'm sorry to have

you come in person this time." Chace nodded with a smile.

Maverick rubbed his long finger on the rim of the cup and said in a deep voice, "It is true that business

has give-and-take. We all should take responsibility if things go wrong. Mr. Sumner, just say it if you

have any requests."

Chace chuckled, "Mr. Maverick, I believe two percentage is far too less than you care."

"The more I care about money, the richer I am. Isn't it?"

"Hey, come on. Back then, when we signed the contract, the price was relatively low. Right? But the

price increased a lot in the past two years. It's not easy for us though."

"It doesn't mean that you can break the rules."

"Mr. Maverick, rules can be properly amended. Besides, you should know that in the entire Weirdale,

only I, have so many goods."

Maverick sneered, "Mr. Sumner, I know where you are from. But as for now, you are something of a

celebrity. It is not very nice of you to act like this."

That really wasn't a polite manner of speaking.

Everly was amazed hearing these. Obviously, Maverick did not treat this person as a real opponent

from the beginning. Every word from him was just impolite.

Especially the last sentence.

Not surprisingly, Chace's face changed.

Others at the table began to clamor.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Don't you dare talk to my boss like this! You are in Weirdale, not

at home. We can totally take you down without a sound!" said some with ill-temper.

Everly couldn't help shrink her neck. In such cases, she instinctively approached Maverick.

Damn, these people were so scary.

She knew that she needed to be wise and make herself safe since those people were acting like they

would bite her or something. Under such circumstances, the best way was to stay close to Maverick.

However, hearing them talking like that, Maverick just kept his countenance.

He didn't even take a look at the person who had spoken so fiercely.

At this time, someone turned to Everly and said, "And you brought a fucking girl here? Are you looking

down on us? Or she's the gift to Mr. Chace?"

The others burst into laughter.

"She looks pretty good. Mr. Chace is so lucky! Mr. Maverick wanted to share his girlfriend with our

boss!"

"Mr. Maverick has said that business has give-and-take. We are all candid people and we don't know

the twists and turns. But we know what kind of business is worth doing."

"Mr. Maverick, and you?"

Maverick said nothing.

Those people began to laugh lasciviously.

Everly was dumbfounded.

When she finally realized that she had been humiliated by words, her face was went red with anger.

Beneath the table, Maverick pinched her hand gently.

Everly froze for a moment before she subconsciously raised her head and bumped into Maverick's

deep eyes.

His expression was faint, but his eyes were very bright.

She could tell that he was trying to tell her not to be afraid. She had to do nothing, just to believe him.

Her heart was miraculously calmed by the action.

For the first time, she did not break free as Maverick pinched her hand. His palm was hot and dry

meantime a little rough. The heat from his hand was constantly flowing in, making her feel even more

at ease.

She thought that he would never let them say that without a cost. They were humiliating both of them.

He remained silent for a moment. Sitting as stable as a mountain, he was like a king on the throne.

As a matter of fact, he was by no means in the same class as these gangsters. If he was like a

sovereign, then these people wouldn't even make the cut to stand in front of him.

Everly saw him lit a cigarette.

With his long legs slightly crossed, he narrowed his eyes and took a drag on his cigarette. He held the

jacket in his arm, leaving the collar of his shirt unbuttoned. Only then did Everly feel that behind the evil

charm on this man was ruthlessness.

Everly remembered what Hendrix had said to her all out of a sudden--

"Don't provoke Maverick."

"Why?"

"Too ruthless."

"To what extent?"

--

"In business, it's not the level of education that matters. Most of the time, you need to have the

discernment."

After smoking for a few rounds, Maverick knocked on the table twice, with the cigarette remained in his

hand. He said in an indifferent but incisive tone, "You haven't heard of me before? I am very

protective."