Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Chapter 373: Chapter 372: Demolishing Your Madgar Pavilion

Maxwell Peary snatched the phone angrily. As soon as he saw it was Evelyn Peary calling, his already dark face instantly turned as black as soot. Damn it, damn it, to think it was his little sister!

”Hello! You’d better have something important to say, or I’ll destroy your Madgar Pavilion!”

Evelyn Peary, sitting in the private booth of the Madgar Pavilion, was taken aback. She pulled the phone away from her ear and glanced at it. It was her older brother; she hadn’t dialed the wrong number. What was wrong with him? Why was he so angry?

”Did you take the wrong medicine?”

Evelyn Peary pouted; just looking at the jewelry on the table made her angry.

Maxwell Peary, his face dark, rolled over and sat on Nia Mitchell’s right side, neatly tucking in her blanket.

Looking down at Rabina Mitchell lying next to him, he tenderly reached out and stroked her hair.

Every time he looked at her, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotions. His entire body’s blood was clamoring to have her. The desire that had just been sparked still hadn’t subsided.

”If there’s nothing, I’m hanging up.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Maxwell Peary was about to hang up, when Evelyn Peary’s piercing scream came through the phone.

”Don’t hang up!!!”

Evelyn Peary was nearly in tears. My God, Big Brother, you’re so heartless! You’re not fit to be an older brother! Who behaves like you do?

”Brother, the family at the old house wants to marry me off.”

While saying these words, Evelyn Peary felt particularly aggrieved. Why should Samuel Peary decide her marriage? Her older brother would know about this and would surely take her side. But...

Well, if it were another time, Maxwell Peary would definitely stand with Evelyn Peary. But she was to blame for choosing the wrong time to call. You should know, a sexually frustrated man is very scary—very, very scary.

”Who?”

Maxwell Peary was sparing with his words. It took Evelyn Peary a few seconds to understand that he was asking who the family at the old house wanted to marry her off to.

”It’s Yancy Hastings. Do you think that man at the old house has gone mad? It’s probably just...”

”Pretty good.”

Maxwell, his face dark, uttered the brief response.

Evelyn Peary: ...!!!

What kind of day was it today? Why was everyone going crazy?

”Brother, are you really my brother?”

Yancy Hastings must have a screw loose to want to marry her. That was one thing, but what on earth was wrong with her brother for thinking it was okay? Had she offended him somehow?

”Yes.”

After saying this, Maxwell promptly hung up the phone. He hesitated for a moment, then dialed Yancy Hastings’ number.

Yancy Hastings was sitting in his military vehicle, smoking a cigarette. The smoke swirled around him as he reached out and opened the window. The evening wind blew in, carrying a distinct chill.

Seeing the phone placed الحركة to the side ring, Yancy Hastings smirked and answered, ”Your call was later than I expected.”

”Do you think I’m not good enough for your sister?”

Yancy Hastings took a deep drag on his cigarette, then forcefully flicked the butt, still more than half remaining, out of the car window. He exuded a rugged, very masculine aura.

”Do you think you are?”

In his heart, Evelyn Peary was a sister who needed protecting. Even though he usually let her cause a ruckus, he was still quite protective of her.

”Tsk, if I marry your sister, I’ll have to call you brother. You’re the one gaining from this deal.”

Whenever Yancy Hastings thought about this, it made all his teeth ache.

”Is this your idea of enticement?”

Maxwell Peary raised an eyebrow, not expecting Yancy Hastings to say such a thing.