Chapter 371 "What Are You Doing?"


    Avery burst outughing, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I''ll be! I didn''t realize you were


    such a smooth-talker, country boy. Did you sweet-talk Jessica into falling for you with that silver


    tongue of yours? Those lines might work on a na?ve girl like Jess, but don''t think for a second they''ll


    work on me."


    "Me? Try to fool you? Never! You''re way too wise and experienced, I know I could never pull one


    over on you," he said with a cheeky grin.


    "Cut the sarcasm, you country bumpkin!"


    "Yes, ma''am! My darling mother!"


    "Don''t push me! You believe I''ll tear you a new one?" Avery huffed, clearly running out of patience.


    This country boy was a piece of work. Shameless to his core; nothing she said seemed to faze him.


    Seeing that her words were getting her nowhere, she decided to hurry him into the private room


    where Smart could deal with him thoroughly. She wanted this rural rube to understand that New


    York''s elite were not to be messed with by the likes of him. The nerve he had to court her daughter!


    He truly had no clue what he was getting himself into.


    At that moment, the door creaked open.


    The room was called Beauty Valley, but as the door swung ajar, Daniel was stunned. There wasn''t a


    single beauty in sight. Instead, what caught his eye were burly men with grim expressions – all


    muscle and menace. Anyone would shudder at their intimidating presence.


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    But Daniel? He was the picture ofposure. There was not a hint of fear on his face as he


    casually surveyed the roomful of tough guys. He turned to Avery with a smirk and said yfully,


    "Mom, I thought you brought me here for some fun. Looks like you came to have your own kind of


    ''entertainment,'' huh?"


    "I''ll ''entertain'' you alright!" Avery said, seething as she kicked him squarely on his backside, sending


    him tumbling to the floor.


    Picking himself up, Daniel rubbed his sore spot and looked up with a pitiful expression, "Mom, you


    hit me?"


    "You''ve been calling me ''mom'', so isn''t it within my rights? I don''t have a son, and if you keep it up,


    I''ll treat you like one and give you a whooping!"


    Avery might have looked fierce, but deep down, she somewhat enjoyed being called ''mom''. After


    all, she only had her daughter Jessica, who in her twenty-odd years hadn''t called her ''mom'' as


    many times as this country boy had done in just a few minutes. Yet, the nerve of him! She''d only


    met him a couple of times, and he was already calling her ''mom''. It was shameless.


    She was thankful she''d had a daughter instead of a son. If she''d birthed a son as brazen as him,


    how embarrassing that would have been! She imagined she''d be so furious; she''d want to push him


    right back where he came from.


    The burly men then split into two columns and stepped aside in unison, lining up neatly on each


    side.