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!"

shame him. She was convinced this "country bumpkin" could never come up with

she possibly afford $880,000? Even if she could, she wouldn’t hand it over for a "country bumpkin," would

nonchalantly, then turned to Jessica, "Honey, give me

muttered under her

asking, "Whom do I give the entry fee

was stunned, staring incredulously at Jessica and asked, "You can really come up

Is there

pull out $880,000? Pouring out so much money, your little company is gonna go bankrupt, isn't it? To go to such lengths for a 'country bumpkin,' aren’t you something? Don’t tell me, this 'country

Chapter 544 Slandering

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

did you just say?

can't mask the stench. I wonder just how rotten, how foul you really

gave Daniel a subtle warning pinch on

raised her voice in anger, "You lowlife, stop babbling

don’t need me to sully you

filthy ruffian! A disgusting brute!

play golf. He

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