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Maverick's bodyguard took an apple from the fruit platter and tossed it to Howell.

At this point, Gemma and Reyrena were both stunned.

Ryan's eyes widened even more.

Who was this guy?

How dare he let the underworld king of Bint City use his precious sword to peel an apple?

Sixten also knelt down on the ground, trembling as he called out, "M-Maverick!"

Maverick sat on a chair, tapping his leg. "You're Baelor's grandson?"

Sixten nodded repeatedly. "Yes, Mr. Maverick!"

Others were dumbfounded.

The legitimate heir of the Fisher family actually came to Bint City? Plus, he had connections with a waiter at a hotel? This was beyond belief!

Maverick said lightly, "Are you looking to trouble my friend, Nash?"

"N-No..." Sixten almost bowed to Maverick.

Although they were all from the Fisher family, their blood relations were extremely thin. Maverick was the heir to the Northwest Fisher Empire. It was not an exaggeration to say that with just one word, he could decide the fate of Sixten's lineage. With one word, he could change the entire regime of Bint City.

Howell was halfway through peeling the apple when the skin broke.

Nash picked up another apple from the platter and threw it over, saying with a smile, "Again..."

Howell's eyes flashed with cold light.

Maverick getting him to peel an apple was one thing, but who the hell was this piece of trash?

"Maverick, he's glaring at me..." Nash said weakly.

Reyrena, who was sitting opposite him, almost vomited.

How could this man be so whiny?

With a loud smack, Maverick slapped Howell's face. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he said, "You're glaring at my Nashy? Get someone to dig out his eyes!" "Yes, sir!" A middle-aged man in a suit came over.

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begged for

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another for you! I promise the skin won't break halfway!" Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Maverick turned to Nash, and upon seeing him nod, Maverick said, "Alright."

Howell then realized that Maverick acted according to Nash's wishes.

Gosh!

Who exactly was this Nash guy?

Howell picked up the Bloodthirsty Blade with trembling hands. His current state was clearly unsuitable for peeling apples.

He closed his eyes, trying to merge with the sword. After a moment, be opened his eyes. With a terrifying aura, he swiftly rotated the Bloodthirsty Blade on the apple.

IMS

"Mr. Maverick, we found it. Please check the surveillance footage!"

Maverick's bodyguard looked into the whole story without being asked. He pulled up the video of Sixten bullying Ryan earlier.

"Maverick, this wasn't my fault. He was the one who dirtied my clothes first!" Sixten argued, feeling he had not done anything wrong. "Dirtying your clothes warrants getting someone to kneel down to apologize? Do you really think you're all that?"

Maverick stepped forward and kicked Sixten in the face.

Sixten flew three meters away. He was bleeding from his mouth and nose, lying on the ground in convulsions.

"Mr. Maverick... I... I've finished peeling the apple this time, and I didn't break the skin!" Howell smiled obsequiously.

As for his good-for-nothing nephew, Howell had been fooled by him, so this served him right!

"Get lost," Maverick said flatly.

"Thank you, Mr. Maverick. Thank you. I'll definitely be on my best

behavior from now on!" How net

nodded, then quickly left with his men.

Sixten also hurriedly got up. Covering his bleeding nose, he ran

outside.

Maverick went back to his seat with a gentle smile. "Why are you all still standing? Sit down. Let's continue drinking!" Gemma sat in her seat in shock, her hands trembling under the table.

Nash burped. "I'm full and satisfied. It's about time to leave!" He then called out to Ryan with his head down, "Pup, let's go!"