A Pigeon Pair: Sweetheart, Let's Get Married

Chapter 56 Well, It's Up to You

Everly froze and looked at Maverick in surprise.

Was he saying this because of her?

Although these people's words made her a little angry, she didn't expect that he would put her in front.

Chace was also dumbfounded for a moment.

Maverick had a strong aura. Even if they were just rough fellows, they could still feel it.

Even so, he was just obeying orders from Mr. Declan.

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No matter how great Lamont Group was in City C, in Weirdale, they should be obedient! Previously,

when they first came to Weirdale, they aimed at the land in the north, where they planned to build a

resort.

While Chace was the local know-it-all. Most often, social connections were necessary when it came to

doing business.

Plus he had the Rice family behind him. In no way could Maverick get what he wanted easily.

Someone wanted to see him stumble.

He should learn that when it came to doing business, there was an order. Outsides had to show

respect to the locals.

In fact, Maverick was like the airborne force to the entire domestic business community for the past two

years. He had made great achievements abroad, but as for the old fogeys in the domestic business, no

one would believe that his ways of doing business abroad would also work in the domestic.

"Mr. Maverick, since you know that connections are important in business, undoubtedly you understand

that all kinds of relationships are intricate. You do others a favor today, they will pay you back in the

future."

Chace remained unconscious about the situation and thought that he was in control of everything. He

kept being arrogant when he spoke, "My fellows are ineloquent. You can just ignore them. And she's

right beside you safe and sound, right? You are not going to be as stupid as letting the girl ruin the

business, aren't you?"

With these words, he was taunting Maverick blatantly.

Everly felt very uncomfortable listening to these.

However, neither Maverick's face changed nor did he say anything at the moment.

He held the rest half of the cigarette between his fingers and smoked most of it quietly. For the

remaining one-third, he left it unfinished, as he always did.

Then he directly crushed it and threw it on the bone plate beside him.

He didn't even take the slightest glance at Chace.

The others at the table were fidgeting since they thought that Maverick was way too putting on airs.

Maverick kept pinching Everly's hand gently, to which he enjoyed very much obviously. She looked so

obedient and soft that he couldn't take his eyes off of her.

The girl was slightly shocked.

The way he looked at her was very possessive.

What the hell was he doing?

Everly knew that he wouldn't allow these people to act like that without a cost, even at the very least.

After another silence of fewer than two minutes, someone finally lost their patience.

As Maverick knew that they arranged this dinner for a purpose, he still didn't hold back a little and fired

on full power. Someone standing next to Chace, which probably had a good relationship with him,

whispered into his ear all of a sudden.

Chace frowned. He had the body of a man and the mind of a child.

He seemed to agree with what the man said.

"Maverick, cards on the table. Since you've come to Weirdale in person, I am going to teach you a

lesson tonight. Your projects are all up to me. I am the one to call the shots. And all the suppliers are at

my disposal. If you want them, just make me your best apology, or you may not be able to walk out of

this door," Chace smote the table and said. The simper on his face was long gone as if it didn't even

appear.

Everly was astonished. How could someone be so arrogant and high-handed when doing business in

the civilized world?

However, Maverick did not pay attention to him at all and moreover, he didn't even look at him.

He turned to Everly and saw the expression on her face changed. It was not difficult for him to figure

out what she thought from her face.

After all, she was young.

He brought her to the first dinner party because he wanted her to gain more experience.

Of course, he also wanted her to know more about the real Maverick.

"What do you think?" He suddenly opened his mouth and inquired in a low voice. The simple words

were totally different from the sarcasm and coldness just now as if he was really asking.

But the person he inquired was Everly.

She felt that there was hot air haunting her ear. It was him talking to her.

She blinked, "What?"

"Does he make sense?" Maverick still spoke in that tone, as if he didn't understand what he should do

for real and was asking her opinion about it.

Everly twitched her lips slightly and thought that such kind of question ... It seemed that she was not

the right one to answer it.

However, he looked extremely serious with his eyes fixed on her.

"Huh?" He kept rubbing the back of her hand again and again, "Say whatever you want. Just tell me."

In his bright eyes, she saw herself.

They were like mirrors that with them, she could see through him meantime have a direct vision on

herself.

At this moment, she seemed to have been bewitched.

" ... I don't think they are making sense. They are like robbers. Plus I don't think you need to come

personally for this. Actually..."

"Motherfucker, what the hell are you talking about?!"

Everly's words were interrupted by a man in the room. He was irritated to discover that this girl was

seeing his boss as less important than that toy boy Maverick!

Didn't need to come personally? They didn't make sense?

Everly was stiffened by the clamor.

Maverick immediately threw a cold glance at him. The man who was just yelling subconsciously

trembled--

While Maverick kept pinching her fingers as he looked down at her again. At the same time, he raised

his eyebrows, "Well, it's up to you."

The gentle words were filled with indulgence if carefully distinguished.

Maverick looked up again and tapped his phone before he threw it onto the table. He put on an

indifferent face and his eyes were like covering with coldness.

"This is the end of the farce. There are plenty of suppliers that want to do business with Lamont Group.

How about listening to this?"

Then, a sharp cry came from the speaker, along with the sound similar to the wailing of the police siren-

-

On the other side of the phone was clearly in chaos, but they could vaguely hear someone shouting,

"The warehouse is on fire. Where's Mr. Chace? Tell him right now. Damn it, the police are coming. Stop

them, or we'll stay in prison for the rest of our lives ..."

Then the sound from the phone became unclear.

After a while, it came Jayden's voice.

He said respectfully, "Mr. Maverick, everything is done."

Maverick brushed the wall of the cup casually with his slender fingers. As he pursed the thin lips

slightly, seemingly he was about to hang up the phone. But he didn't. He said to Jayden as if something

had just come to his mind, "Bring a few people here."

At this time, Chace's face turned deathly pale.

He stood up suddenly and said with disbelief, "Holy shit, you are destroying my business at my place!

You're obviously tired of living! The Rices won't touch you, but I will! You are already here. And never

expect to get out of here alive."

He seemed to be really mad.

Of course, he had no idea about what Jayden said from the other side of the phone.

Foamed with rage, he slashed down the table with his palm.

Therefore it was instantly torn apart.

Everly was just sitting next to him. What he did scared her into a scream.

In the next second, a familiar masculine scent caught her smell.

He whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid."