chapter 2 Girl Huaichun

Maxwell took a seat, eyeing the girl in the black fishnet stockings. "Hey there, so you're the one offering a hefty sum for a child, huh? What should I call you?"
"Just call me Livvy," she replied.
"Livvy, from the looks of it, you must be barely eighteen, contrary to what the ads say."
The girl was taken aback. "You're such a fool, you country bumpkin. Did you really think such good fortune was possible?"
"Hey, come in!" Livvy clapped her hands.
Bang!
The door burst open, and three burly men charged in.
The leader with a crew cut roared, "Dare to touch my leader's woman! You've got guts! Get down on your knees now! Get your family to cough up twenty grand, or prepare to be a corpse!"
"I knew there couldn't be two strokes of good luck. Turns out it's a setup," Maxwell sneered, delivering a swift kick.
The crew-cut guy lost his footing and fell to the ground.
Another punch, and he was immobilized.
The other two finally reacted and rushed at Maxwell.
Two kicks sent them crashing into the hotel wall.
"Miss, go! This guy isn't someone to mess with!"
The crew-cut guy warned. He was now unable to move.
Livvy snapped out of her daze and hurried toward the door.
But before she could take two steps, Maxwell grabbed her.
"Let go of me! Let go!"
Livvy panicked, flailing her limbs.
Her real name was Olivia White. She was the youngest daughter of Derek White, a big shot in Delington. She had always been mischievous, but this time, she had hit a snag.
"My dad is Derek White! If you lay a hand on me, my dad won't let you off!"
Maxwell threw her onto the bed. "Derek? Is he that impressive? If you're in this business, you should be prepared to pay the price."
With that, Maxwell coldly reached for Olivia.
"No! Don't come near me!"
"Get away!"
"Scram!"
Olivia desperately tried to evade, kicking wildly with her legs wrapped in fishnet stockings.
Her skirt was short, her legs were fair, and she was wearing lace panties. Maxwell couldn't help but appreciate the view.
Suddenly, Olivia's face contorted in pain, and she collapsed, eyes shut tight.
"Playing dead? But that doesn't seem right!" Maxwell felt her pulse. "Damn! Congenital heart disease! City folks really have weak constitutions! Luckily, you've run into me!"
Olivia was in grave danger, on the verge of death.
Maxwell couldn't afford to waste time. He immediately split his hands and tore open Olivia's blouse.
A dazzling white chest greeted him, and Maxwell couldn't help but gasp. What were girls these days eating to grow like this?
He regained his composure, placing his hands on Olivia's chest and sending his pure energy into her body, nourishing her nearly withered heart.
His hands moved slowly in front of Olivia, pushing through the blood and restoring the stagnant flow.
An hour passed in the blink of an eye. Maxwell withdrew his hands, threw a robe on Olivia, and sat on the nearby sofa to catch his breath.
Olivia gradually regained consciousness, turning to look at Maxwell, her cheeks flushing.
Though she was unconscious, she could still sense Maxwell's actions. This man was touching her incessantly.
She knew he was saving her life. Her heart disease was congenital, and doctors had repeatedly warned her to take care. Once an attack occurred, the chance of death was one hundred per cent, not even a divine physician could save her.
But now, the hidden pain in her chest had disappeared, her breathing was smooth, and she felt an unprecedented sense of relief throughout her body.
Her illness had miraculously been cured!
How many doctors had she consulted, all in vain!
This man's medical skills were miraculous, his martial arts formidable, and... surprisingly, he was rather pleasing to the eye! Olivia's face grew redder the more she thought about it.
At this moment, Maxwell saw her awake and came over to check her pulse again. "Your heart disease is cured. Don't engage in vigorous exercise for the next two months. Remember to settle the consultation fee."
Olivia's voice was weak. "How... How much do you charge?"
Maxwell snorted, and his face was stern. "You're so young yet not doing anything proper. Fine, give me the money you scammed from the cheating stunt, and consider it the fee."
"To be honest, this was our first time," Olivia murmured, her face turning red. "I only did this trick because of a bet with friends. I didn't expect to trick someone the first time..."
"City folks are so smart nowadays," Maxwell realized that nobody believed in roadside ads anymore, shaking his head.
"Well, even if I'm feeling generous, don't scam people in the future. I'm leaving."
"Wait for me."
Less than ten minutes later, Olivia returned with a bag and handed it to Maxwell. "I don't owe anyone favors. Here, take this."
Maxwell opened it and found two cans of coffee beans.
It was top-grade Black Ivory Coffee. It was a tribute-level product.
This was excellent! He needed to bring something when he met his fiancée for the first time.
Maxwell nodded in satisfaction. "This is nice stuff. I'll take it."
...
With those two cans of coffee in hand, Maxwell took a taxi from Skyriver Grand Hotel to the Jerome family to meet his fiancée.
After being announced, Maxwell followed the servant into the Jerome family's villa.
In the living room, Victor Jerome, the head of the Jerome family, sat high, welcoming Maxwell as soon as he entered. "Haha, son-in-law, we've been waiting for you for days. Finally, you're here!"
Victor was nearly seventy years old. Behind him were a man and a woman in their forties or fifties, dressed in luxurious attire. They were his son, Peter Jerome, and daughter-in-law, Sophia Lynch.
Compared to Victor's warmth, the expressions on these two were noticeably cold.
They were extremely resistant to this inexplicable marriage.
What a joke! Their daughter, Abigail, was a top-notch beauty in Delington. The dignitaries who came to propose marriage to the Jerome family broke down the door.
How could the Jerome family possibly marry their daughter to a mysterious country bumpkin? Peter and Sophia even wondered if Victor was suffering from senility!
This was Maxwell's first time meeting Victor, but he had heard from his master that Victor was upright and unyielding, a rare tough nut. Considering his master's judgment, Victor must indeed have some merit. Maxwell bowed to Victor and smiled, "Hello, Mr. Jerome, I'm Maxwell Clarkson."
"Haha, Maxwell! No need to be so polite. Once you're here, it's like being in your own home," Victor laughed. "Your teacher was right about you. You're truly outstanding! Come, come, sit down!"
Maxwell was infected by Victor's enthusiasm and said with a smile, "Mr. Jerome, you flatter me. As a newcomer to this place, I don't have anything impressive to offer. These two cans of Black Ivory Coffee, please accept them."
"You're too polite! Why bring gifts when you come?" Victor had someone put away the coffee and said with a smile, "Hey, Maxwell! Today is an auspicious day. You've arrived just in time. Go and get the marriage certificate with Abigail."