The Understated Dragon Lord

Chapter 544 Slandering

"Sweetheart, you’re pretty enough, not terribly ugly. But my goodness, why is your mouth so foul? Smells worse than a public restroom! Even with all your perfume, you can't hide that stench," Daniel said with a chuckle.

His words infuriated Maya. "What did you just say? Who are you calling stinky?"

"Whoever stinks knows it themselves. All that perfume can't mask the stench. I wonder just how rotten, how foul you really are," he taunted, glancing briefly towards her stomach.

Jessica caught his glance and, although silent, gave Daniel a subtle warning pinch on the waist.

Maya, feeling like she was stepped on, raised her voice in anger, "You lowlife, stop babbling nonsense and sullying my good name!"

"Sullying your good name? If you're truly 'pure,' my words won't taint you. If you're not 'pure,' you don’t need me to sully you – you're already dirty, no need to pretend to be a white lotus here!"

"You... you're nothing but a filthy ruffian! A disgusting brute! You're so revolting, it’s unbearable!"

At this moment, Wyatt stepped in. "Maya, let's not waste time on a country bumpkin. Let's play golf. He said he wants to join, right? Let him. Show him up on the green."

Maya was not one to let an insult from a "country bumpkin" slide by easily. After a moment's thought, she laid out her terms to Daniel, "Country boy, if you want to join our golf game, fine. But on top of Wyatt’s $8.88 million prize, each player should put in an additional $880,000. If you can cough up the cash, you’re in. If you can’t, you don’t deserve to play!"

this "country bumpkin" could never come

how could she possibly afford $880,000? Even if

turned

Jessica muttered under her

pulled out her phone, facing Maya, asking, "Whom do I give the entry fee of $880,000

Jessica and asked, "You can really come up

course! Is there a

would’ve guessed. Jessica, our little boss, can actually pull out $880,000? Pouring out so much money, your little

Chapter 544 Slandering

your mouth so foul? Smells worse than a public restroom! Even with all your perfume, you can't hide that

Maya. "What did you just

themselves. All that perfume can't mask the stench. I wonder just how rotten, how foul you

glance and, although silent, gave Daniel a

voice in anger, "You lowlife, stop babbling nonsense and sullying my good

you're not 'pure,' you don’t need me to sully

a filthy ruffian! A disgusting

country bumpkin. Let's play golf. He said he wants to

"Country boy, if you want to join our golf game, fine. But on top of Wyatt’s $8.88 million prize, each player should put in an additional $880,000. If you can cough