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!"

Maya was clearly trying to put Daniel on the spot, to shame him. She was convinced this "country

bumpkin" could never come up with $880,000. As for Jessica, an owner of a small company with a

yearly profit of only $100,000, how could she possibly afford $880,000? Even if she could, she

wouldn’t hand it over for a "country bumpkin," would she?

"Only $880,000?" Daniel said nonchalantly, then turned to Jessica, "Honey, give me the money!"

"Idiot," Jessica muttered under her breath.

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

to?"

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

$880,000?"

"Of course! Is there a problem?"

"Heh," Maya let out a scornful laugh and continued, "I never would’ve guessed. Jessica, our little

boss, can actually 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 bumpkin' is your kept man?"