Chapter 172 500 million

Chapter 172 500 million


"You cheated me." Maverick calmly put away his golf stick and responded. He leaned against his chair and chuckled faintly.

The woman had tried to beat him only to shoot herself in the foot. Even though Maverick was in a wheelchair, he was a golf expert. He was used to it. It wasn't as if he had broken his hand. Of course, he'd beat her in the game.

Upon hearing this, Valencia harrumphed. This man! He clearly knew he could win, yet he kept acting pitiful. It wasn't until she stopped pretending that he also snapped out of his act. If Valencia had known, she would have continued to act like a sweet cheerleader for Maverick. However, seeing this scheming man, he would still do what he planned to do—that is, win.

Such a jerk. Maverick had made Valencia beg for the bet, and now that he had won, how could she go against the bet she made?

Suddenly, tears pooled in Valencia's eyes, and she sat on his thigh. She buried her head in his embrace and puckered her lips pitifully. She coquettishly cried out while gently poking his chest with her index finger, "Rick, you can't be like this. We can't play like this, okay? Where is it heard that couples play like this? Doesn't the man sacrifice himself to get beaten by the wife? How can you be so different? I'm so pitiful."

Just thinking about what this stinky man must have planned for her—for him to choose such a condition—definitely meant that no good thing was brewing in Maverick's mind. It was so scary to think about.

Maverick's lips curved up faintly, and his eyes softened, enjoying the woman's coquettish act. When had she ever acted like this with him? He couldn't remember...

"Miss, you are so beautiful. A man should beg you, not the other way around. Not to mention a man in such a condition. Why should you fawn over a cripple?" A hint of disgust was evident in the man's voice as he spoke his final sentence. He had only seen a glimpse of Valencia's face, and his attention was captured. Even with just a glimpse, he could see how beautiful she was.

Surely a woman with this type of face was the one worthy of him. The man believed that Valencia would be like every other girl. After all, if it wasn't for money, why would she be with such a cripple? It seems not only is this person crippled; his character is bad, too. Letting a woman beg him! What a bad person!

"How about this, miss? You come with me and let me take care of you and show you the real world. I have a lot of money. Money should be spent on beautiful women like you," the man's cocky voice finalized.

Valencia, who was being coquettish in her hubby's embrace, was stunned by what she had just heard. Even without raising her head, she knew how darkened Maverick's face would be. Daring to woo Maverick's wife in Maverick's presence was definitely courting death.

Valencia raised her head in bewilderment to glance at the person who dared to speak to Maverick in such a way. All the while, Maverick's head was lowered, staring at his woman, so the man didn't catch Maverick's face. Not to mention that the womanizer didn't pay attention to Maverick. After all, the man Valencia was with was just a measly cripple. What was the use of looking at a cripple?

"Money?" A cold glint and killing intent appeared in Maverick's eyes, and a dark chuckle spilled past his lips as if he had just heard the funniest words of the day. "How much...can you spend?" he enunciated one after the other. His voice was dark and completely blank, as if he were a robot. He raised his head, and his eyes clashed with the man.

Although this voice lacked emotions, it somehow sent chills down the man's spine, causing him to shiver. The man who currently spoke was in his late twenties. Judging by his sagging jeans, his messy hair, his flamboyant attire, the cigarette at the corner of his lips, and the whisky in his hand, it was evident that he was a good-for-nothing second generation who only knew how to spend money, not make it.

Upon seeing Maverick, his eyes widened, and his expression changed. He froze instantly. How would he not recognize Maverick Vandenberg? Color drained from the man's face. The man hadn't expected that the cripple he had just casually ridiculed would be Maverick Vandenberg. Not to mention that he had even dared to hit on Valencia in Maverick's presence. Was there a bigger death sentence? His damn mouth.

This good-for-nothing man had been so used to acting lawless and flamboyant in the outside world due to his family's power that he had already forgotten that on this Empire Island, the ones who could get access were the "rich of the rich," not just ordinary wealthy people. Any act would get you punished by people who were wealthier than you.

Using his family's status, of course, he couldn't step foot on the island. He had only used a friend's connection to get in. Still, he had managed to get into trouble.

Without hesitation, the man crashed to his knees and clasped his hands together. He began to slap his mouth while begging profusely, "Young Master Maverick, I was truly blind just now. I don't..."

Maverick picked up his woman's hand and began to play with it. He nonchalantly emitted, "How much?"

"How much?" A trail of chills coursed down the man's spine, and he trembled. How much did he and his family as a whole even have compared to Maverick? "His damn mouth," he thought. Valencia was a CEO herself. How much could he spend to get her attention? "Master Maverick. I. I..."

"Too slow." A bodyguard stepped forward, grabbed him by the neck, smacked the man's head, and coldly expressed, "Boss asked you a question. You should answer."

A wet trickle spilt past the man's legs. Apparently, he was overwhelmed with so much fear that he urinated on himself. "I. I. One million. No. No. A hundred million. Two hundred million. Miss Valencia is worth more than that. I am talking nonsense."

Maverick leaned back, his whole person overbearing, his eyes turning cold, and he asserted imperiously, "Since the Williams family has a lot of money to waste, 200 million is too small. How about spending 500 million?"

Upon hearing this, the man's face reddened in horror. "5...500 million?" His family and his family company as a whole had just reached the billion-dollar mark. Losing a whole sum of 500 million? Then he could literally throw himself into a river to die and never appear in front of his family. "Young master. Master Maverick..."

Before he could complete his word, Maverick's eyes turned cold, and he ruthlessly .asserted, "Break his legs and throw him out."