Chapter 372 Turnaround


    The man of the hour had arrived!


    Dressed to the nines in a tailored Armani suit and sporting a pair of million-dor Louis Vuitton


    limited edition sunsses, Smart lounged on an exquisite crocodile leather sofa. He was casually


    puffing on a cigar worth a cool ten-grand, blowing smoke rings with the nonchnce of a goldfish


    making bubbles.


    "Well, well, if it isn''t the young master of the Evans n, they call you That retard, right? But looking


    at you, you don''t seem all that ''retarded'' to me?" Daniel greeted him with a good-natured chuckle.


    Smart was taken aback by Daniel''s address and asked, his face stern, "What did you call me?"


    "That retard! I heard from mom that''s what they call you, so I just went with it. But it''s interesting,


    these New York aristocrats of yours – ''That retard'' as a name? Pretty casual, just like us country


    folks, huh?"


    Avery quickly interjected with a scolding tone, "That retard? His name is Smart, not retarded!"


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    "What''s the difference? And how is he ''smart''? Sitting in this dim room with sunsses on at night is


    the opposite of smart. If you ask me, he''s the one who fits ''retarded''! That matches his vibe exactly!"


    Smart''s face darkened as he questioned, "You''re the country boy, Daniel?"


    "Yeah, that''s me! Mom said you wanted to meet, so she brought me over."


    "Mom? Who''s your mom?" Smart asked, confused.


    Daniel pointed yfully at Avery and responded with a grin: "This gorgeousdy right here is my


    mom!"


    Upon hearing this, Avery''s expression soured as she barked, "Country boy, watch it! I''m not your


    mom! And show some respect!"


    "If you''re not my mom, then why did you kick me just now?"


    "You... I..."


    Avery, out of fury, pped Daniel across the backside.


    "Ow!" Daniel yelped, as if his heart was being torn out.


    "Mom, why''d you hit me again?"


    "You''re already calling me mom, what''s one more smack? You shameless rascal!"


    Avery was both annoyed and amused. She secretly relished the title of ''mom''. After all, at her age,


    there was no sweeter name to her ears.


    She convinced herself that Daniel''s calls were just random, choosing to imagine it was Jessica


    calling her instead.


    Smart, on the other hand, was utterly confounded. He watched Avery, bewildered, and asked,


    "Avery, what''s going on here? Why is this country boy calling you mom?"


    Before Avery could respond, Daniel quickly jumped in, "Because she''s Jessica''s mom, and that


    makes her my mother-inw! Jessica and I, we have a marriage certificate. We''re legally husband


    and wife. You''ve got some nerve, That retard, hitting on my wife. So today, I''vee here to tell


    you: Stay away from her!"


    Daniel''s words knocked the wind out of Smart.


    After he collected himself, a cold smile spread across his lips. "Heh," he chuckled before looking


    down at Daniel with disdain. "You?" he scoffed in disbelief.