Bernard and his sycophants were usually arrogant at school. But even they knew better not to provoke a real ruthless gangster. Their heads were lowered to the ground, and they did not say a word. They did not even dare to look at Maison in fear that he would shift his attention to them. The culprit was trembling in fear. He cast a glance at Trevor, and an idea flashed in his mind. All of a sudden, he pushed Trevor from behind. "Ah!" Caught off guard, Trevor almost fell to the ground. "What? Are you the one who hit me?" Maison grabbed Trevor's collar with one hand and hoisted him up. "Yes, Mr. Ellis. He's the one who broke your watch," Grant lied. "Yes. I saw it with my own eyes!" Bernard echoed. Maison raised his eyebrows at Trevor and scoffed, "You poor, lowly bastard. How are you going to compensate for my watch?". "I. I can afford it, but I refuse to compensate you!". Trevor looked at Maison firmly. "Bah. Even if you sell your organs, you won't afford it. I'll tell you what, no matter what method you use, you have to pay for my loss one way or another,". Maison said in an icy cold tone while looking at Trevor fiercely. "I would pay for it if I was the one who broke it. But it wasn't me

Bernard's sidekick was the one who broke your precious watch!". With his veins bulging on his temples, Trevor tightly clutched his tennis racket and glared at the culprit. Trevor would not have been misunderstoo d if Bernard's sidekick had not pushed h im from the crowd. It was not his fault. Bessie ca me to his defense. "He's telling the truth. He wasn't the one who hit the b all. It was indeed that man!" . Maison loosened his grip on Trevor's collar and walked to Bernard's follo wer with a tennis racket in his hand. "Were you the one who hit th e ball?" he asked while looki ng at him with narrowed eyes. "I. " The follower's face turned ghastly pale, and h is legs trembled in terror. He cast a glance at Be rnard and hoped that B ernard would save him. But then, Mai son suddenly swung the rac . ket and hit t he follower i n the stomach. "Ah!" The follower groaned in pain and knelt while clutching his stomach. His forehead also broke out in a cold sweat. Corrie and Bessie were terrif ied. They held each other and did not dare to move an inch. Even Bernard a nd Grant were s cared shitless. They were just fooling around like they always did, but it led to something unexpected. Besides, they h ad never been i n a real fight. Judging from the ferocious look on his face and the scar on his b ody, Maison would not spare them. He was strong enough to b eat them all, so they did not dare to provoke him. Unlike everyon e else, Trevor was not afraid

He was happy that Bernard's follow ers got beaten up. They always bullied Trevor. And now, they were having a taste of their own medicine. Maison snorted in disdain. "You have two choice s. Pay two million dollars for the damage you'v e done, or make those two women sleep with me. He pointed at Bessie and Corr ie as he spoke. Since he laid his eyes on tho se two, he could not stop thin king about sleeping with them. Corrie's face tur ned pale. She turned to Trevor and, to his surprise, blamed him. "Trevor, this is all your fault! If you hadn't dodged the ball, it wouldn 't have hit Mr. Ellis! You should be held accountable for this. "Yes. Why did you ha ve to dodge?" Bernar d also condemned him. "Enough!" Trevor bellowed. "Bernard, how bold of yo u to blame me when your sidekick wanted to hit me w ith the ball! You have to pay for what you've done!" . "I'm not in the mood to listen to your petty argument . Are you going to pay me two million dollars, or are you going to make those two beauties sleep with me?" . Corrie backed into the corne r out of panic. Even if she sold h erself, she was no t worth that much. "Mr. Ellis, two million dollars is too much. How about this? For the sake of my father, please let it go this time. Grant took out a whole pack of cigarette s from his pocket and handed it to Maiso n, trying to ingratiate himself with him