Young Lord of The Dragon Sect

Chapter 195 Quality Education

"You jerk can even have dinner in my restaurant. Great. However, I heard that Victoria gives you

hundreds of dollars as living expense a month, which is not enough to order two table of big dishes in

my restaurant."

"So I want to know where you get the money. You stole Victoria's money to invite others to dinner, didn't

you? You invited so many women, and you surprise me a lot."

Steven and other staff became embarrassed and glared at the men angrily.

"Hey, why do you look at me like this? You are wearing cheap clothes and knockoffs. You poor guys

cannot afford the meal in our restaurant, but you are lucky that I’ve not noticed you in advance,

otherwise you can't even get in the door of my restaurant."

"Are you Quintin?" Maximilian frowned and asked.

He used to be Victoria's college classmate and one of her pursuers, but even if he had exerted his

great strength, he failed to attract Victoria’s attention.

Especially after knowing that Victoria married Maximilian, Quintin hated Maximilian extremely and

couldn't wait to kick him out.

Since Maximilian was here at this moment, Quintin would not miss the opportunity to humiliate him. It

would be better if Maximilian could commit suicide after being humiliated.

"Long time no see. You loser are rich now, but it's a pity that Victoria married you. I heard that Victoria

is not living well, trying to earn money to raise her daughter, and feed a loser like you, which really

hurts me."

Quintin covered his heart, and it seemed that his heartache was beyond measure.

"You poor guy would give nothing to Victoria. You have no money or estates and rely on Victoria to

support the family. Do you feel ashamed? Are you a real man? I am ashamed of you. "

"And why are you staying with these bitches? Just now I heard that someone was pimping. You are the

pimp? Can you make Victoria proud? If everybody knows that you are a pimp, Victoria will be disgraced

again."

Quintin growled and felt quite refreshed. He felt that every pore of his body was opened, which made

him blow out.

Maximilian looked at Quintin quietly, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth and seemed to be

smiling.

"You still laugh? You poor guys can still laugh? Loser, do you know you’ve made Victoria's life more

difficult? If Victoria married me, she would not be like this! I can give her the best life! "

"I have ten sets of real estate, two of which are villas. The total assets of my enterprises exceed 1

billion dollars. Do you have any idea? 1 billion dollars! I can hire someone to kill you with only 300 or

500 thousand dollars. With one billion dollars, I can kill you three hundred times."

Steven and other staff looked angry. What Quintin said made them feel very uncomfortable.

"What are you talking about? Our boss is the best. Our saloon made millions of profits last month. Our

boss is not short of money at all! He cannot be a gigolo."

"Yes, you are rich, but our boss leads us to earn our living. We will have money in the future. You rich

second generation has nothing to show off. You rely on your father, or you would be a beggar on the

street."

"You are such a parasite. If your family had not support you, you would have starved to death on the

road. Even if you don't starve to death, you will be killed because you are acerbic."

Steven and other staff rebuked Quintin in succession. Quintin was proud first and then became angry

after hearing that.

"You are talking nonsense. Maximilian is a fucking gigolo. You cannot earn money with such a good-

for-nothing guy. You are living in a dream world."

Quintin poked Maximilian's shoulder with his finger and said coldly, "You loser can really fool people.

You have fooled so many women at once. You had accosted Victoria and made her marry you, hadn’t

you? I wanna chop you into pieces with a knife now."

"I advise you to divorce Victoria quickly. You can't give Victoria a good life at all. You are a burden to

her. If you divorce Victoria, I can give you some money, which is enough for you to return home and

live a stable life."

"Money? What’s the big deal?" Maximilian asked with a smile.

Quintin was stunned and then looked up and laughed, "Ah, money is a big deal. I’m rich, so I can enjoy

the best life, buy luxury cars and mansions. Besides, my children can receive the best education. When

I am sick, I can go to the best doctors. Even when I’m dead, I can enter the most luxurious cemetery.

Look at you loser. You don't have a car or a house. When your children go to school or go to a doctor,

they have to be humble and wait in line for arrangements. After you die, you can only be buried in the

cheapest cemeteries. No, you don't need a cemetery because you don't deserve it. You only need to

find a place to be buried. Wild dogs will dig out your body and eat it. "

"All men are born equal, and money can't measure everything. Although you are rich, you are ill-

mannered. You are not qualified to be a human." Maximilian sneered and said.

"What are you fucking saying? How dare you say that I’m ill-mannered? I don’t need to be polite to you

loser! You don’t deserve to be treated politely. You should only be humiliated. You should understand

who you are." Quintin growled.

"You don't understand courtesy and shame. You so-called quality is just being a slave when facing a

higher-ranking person."

Maximilian looked directly at Quintin coldly, which made him feel annoyed. Maximilian seemed to know

everything about him.

"You are fucking a slave! You loser should immediately kneel and lick my shoes! If you do it well, I will Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

give you three or five hundred dollars for your night snack."

Quintin was so angry. He thought that Maximilian was a loser but dared to scold him.

"Ah." Maximilian smiled with disdain, making Quintin furious from embarrassment. He thought that

Maximilian was mocking him.

"You bastard, you can still laugh. You loser should be destroyed and not live in the world! Security

guards! Are you dead? Come here quickly! "

Quintin felt his mouth parched and tongue scorched and he didn't want to continue talking with

Maximilian.

A group of security guards rushed out and stood respectfully behind Quintin. They said, "Master, the

security team is assembled. Please give instructions!"

"Kick these jerks out." Quintin shouted furiously.

When the security guards were about to drive them out after hearing Quintin’s instruction, the

restaurant manager trotted over.

"Stop." The manager looked at Maximilian and took Quintin to take two steps backward.

"Manager Whitney, what do you mean?" Quintin asked querulously.

"Master, we don’t know his background. It is Thomas who booked for him."