The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 371 "What Are You Doing?"

Avery burst out laughing, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I'll be! I didn't realize you were such a smooth-talker, country boy. Did you sweet-talk Jessica into falling for you with that silver tongue of yours? Those lines might work on a naïve girl like Jess, but don't think for a second they'll work on me."

"Me? Try to fool you? Never! You're way too wise and experienced, I know I could never pull one over on you," he said with a cheeky grin.

"Cut the sarcasm, you country bumpkin!"

"Yes, ma'am! My darling mother!"

"Don't push me! You believe I'll tear you a new one?" Avery huffed, clearly running out of patience.

This country boy was a piece of work. Shameless to his core; nothing she said seemed to faze him. Seeing that her words were getting her nowhere, she decided to hurry him into the private room where Smart could deal with him thoroughly. She wanted this rural rube to understand that New York's elite were not to be messed with by the likes of him. The nerve he had to court her daughter! He truly had no clue what he was getting himself into.

At that moment, the door creaked open.

The room was called Beauty Valley, but as the door swung ajar, Daniel was stunned. There wasn't a single beauty in sight. Instead, what caught his eye were burly men with grim expressions – all muscle and menace. Anyone would shudder at their intimidating presence.

But Daniel? He was the picture of composure. There was not a hint of fear on his face as he casually surveyed the roomful of tough guys. He turned to Avery with a smirk and said playfully,

some fun. Looks like you came to have your own kind of

'entertain' you alright!" Avery said, seething as she kicked him squarely on his backside, sending him tumbling to

looked

me 'mom', so isn't it within my rights? I don't have a son, and if you keep it up, I'll treat you like

her daughter Jessica, who in her twenty-odd years hadn't called her 'mom' as many times as this country boy had done in just a few minutes. Yet, the nerve of him! She'd only met

him, how embarrassing that would have been! She imagined she'd be so furious; she'd want to push him right back where he

into two columns and stepped aside in

"What

smooth-talker, country boy. Did you sweet-talk Jessica into falling for you with that silver tongue of yours?

You're way too wise and experienced, I know I could never pull one over on you," he

the sarcasm,

ma'am! My

believe I'll tear you a

could deal with him thoroughly. She wanted this rural rube to understand that New York's elite were not to

moment, the

Instead, what caught