Pampered By My Mr. Lawyer (Benjamin and Madelyn)

Chapter 194 Mr. Clark Taught You Golf?

Chapter 194 Mr. Clark Taught You Golf?

The car stopped in front of her apartment building.

Nicolas shouted that he wanted to go upstairs and sleep here because he was too tired.

Of course, Madelyn refused.

She calmly said, "If you don't want to sleep at my mom's place, then sleep on the street."

The little wolf dog gritted his teeth in anger and brought up another matter, "I should get a share of that

3 million, right? Don't tell me you want to keep it all to yourself."

Madelyn thought for a moment. "Mr. Zachary gave me 3 million to take care of you!"

So she wouldn't give him a single penny of that 3 million.

Nicolas chuckled and jumped out of the car. He glared at Madelyn. "You... You..."

Madelyn ignored him and slowly went upstairs.

Nicolas wanted to curse, but when he saw her straight figure, he suddenly couldn't utter a word.

She looked so sad...

Damn it!

He said she had feelings for Benjamin. They both liked each other, yet they pretended to be so noble. If

he liked someone, he would just take them to bed and have sex with them over and over again all

night!

What conflict couldn't be resolved?

Nicolas got back in the car. He had originally planned to have some fun, but tonight his mind was filled

with the image of that woman looking sad.

Damn it!

Such a buzzkill!

He couldn't even muster any interest...

Madelyn returned to her apartment, and Snowy immediately crowded around her.

It hadn't seen Madelyn all day and was very clingy.

Madelyn took it downstairs for a walk, and after about half an hour, she sat down on a bench, dialed

Vivian's number, feeling a vague uneasiness in her heart.

Vivian answered after a while, her voice hoarse as if she had been crying.

Madelyn spoke softly, "Let me accompany you these days!"

Vivian shook her head, "I'm fine. You focus on your own things. You finally did something, so don't

worry about my little problem. You do well. There's a bit of my investment in it."

Madelyn didn't want to inquire further.

She added, "If you need money, let me know."

Although Grayson was wealthy, his relationship with Vivian was still unofficial. Madelyn didn't want

Vivian to compromise by asking Grayson for help. With her words, Vivian wanted to cry but pretended

to be casua. "I'm fine, really. If there's anything, I'll definitely ask you."

She quickly hung up the phone.

In the cramped apartment, Grayson stood across from her.

His face was suppressed, and his emotions were on the verge of exploding. He angrily asked Vivian,

"This damn child is mine, so why do you get to decide not to keep it! Don't I love you enough? I even

took you to Bryson's wedding. What's going on in your mind? Are you planning to reconcile with

Jackson and return as a couple?"

Vivian's face was full of tears.

She cried and said, "How could I be with him!"

Grayson kicked over a chair.

He looked at her and said, "You're just afraid of tarnishing my reputation, Vivian. I dare to share a bed

with you without caring about my reputation. It's Jackson who is wrong! What's wrong with us being

mutually attracted to each other? If it weren't for his change of heart, we would have been able to get

married long ago... You hesitate because you're afraid I can't marry you. Let me tell you. I will only

marry you in this lifetime!"

He added fiercely, "If you dare to get rid of the child, I'll break your legs. You'll never think of leaving my

side again."

Vivian cried even harder.

Grayson wanted to say something else, but his eyes turned red, and he gently embraced the woman.

"Don't cry, I'm here for you even if the sky falls!

"The child must be born. It exists because its father worked hard day and night for it. You can't say no!"

...

Vivian cried her heart out.

One week later.

Nicolas walked into Madelyn's office with his long legs swaying.

Madelyn threw a stack of documents at him and said, "Take a look at this."

Nicolas opened it, lacking interest.

His luck was good, coming from a distinguished background. In this lifetime, he was only interested in

women and cars. He had no interest in business operations. If it weren't for annoying Benjamin, he

would have left long ago!

Madelyn didn't pay much attention to his attitude.

She said calmly, "Our Music Center has a high-end customer base. I'm planning to set up a car This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

exhibition in a designated area. I want you to be in charge of this project... Of course, we're not well-

known, and others may not be willing to collaborate with us!"

Nicolas threw the documents aside.

Chewing gum, he muttered, "You had me sell coffee before, and now you want me to sell cars. Are you

planning to have me sell myself in the future?"

Madelyn said indifferently, "With your temper, can you even serve people?"

The little wolf dog jumped up, wanting to show her right away.

Madelyn ignored him.

The little wolf dog said with a bit of resentment, "I'm telling you, you're really boring! It's been a week,

and you're still thinking about that Benjamin? Let me tell you, if you experience the taste of a young

man like me, you'll immediately forget about him... What's so good about an old man? Who knows if he

can still make you happy in bed!"

Madelyn replied coldly, "Finish reading the documents. Tomorrow, I'll take you to socialize! Can you

play golf?"

The little wolf dog swayed his long legs.

Madelyn added, "If you can't, learn immediately!"

The little wolf dog said weakly, "Golf is a sport for old people. I'm still young!"

...

The next day, Madelyn took Nicolas to the golf course.

The person they met was Jameson Weston, the national distributor of BMW.

He was a middle-aged man with no other hobbies except golf and drinking.

Madelyn accompanied him and played golf with the little wolf dog. Jameson appreciated her, but he

had doubts about the project. After all, he recognized the little wolf dog by Madelyn's side. He was Mr.

Zachary's precious son from Esrand!

Not very reliable!

After swinging a club, Jameson smiled and said, "Ms. Green, you play golf quite well. Did someone

skilled teach you?"

Madelyn was slightly stunned.

Benjamin had taught her golf, and he was good at it. She wasn't stupid and had learned it well.

When Jameson mentioned it, Madelyn smiled faintly and said, "Yes, but the tuition fee was quite high!"

Jameson, being clever, didn't inquire further.

The negotiation was going well, but Madelyn could tell that Jameson wasn't very interested. However,

she believed there might still be opportunities for future cooperation.

She booked a dinner at a business club for that evening.

Jameson joined them at the dinner table and couldn't help but talk a lot. He also enjoyed persuading

others to drink.

Madelyn drank a small bottle of red wine and felt uncomfortable, so she went to the restroom to wash

her face.

Nicolas stood behind her.

Impatiently, he said, "Jameson obviously has no intention. Why are you entertaining him? Besides...

even if you could secure the deal, is it worth drinking like this for a little bit of money? A woman should

behave like a woman. Stay at home and be a rich wife. Eat, drink coffee, and attend music concerts!"

Madelyn wiped her face and said, "I don't have your good fortune! By the way, why did you come over?

Why aren't you accompanying Jameson?"

"Accompany him! He has no such intention!"

The little wolf dog added, "Come with me instead. If you're with me, you won't have to endure this

hardship!"

Madelyn glared at him and left.

The little wolf dog followed, saying, "Damn it! You woman, you repay kindness with ingratitude!"