Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 61

Maxwell, with Christ in tow, strolled over to their side. A glance at his inscrutable expression revealed neither happiness nor anger.

Halting in front of Rosemary, he extended his hand to cup her chin, and his intense gaze studying her face, marked by the evidence of a harsh slap. Her face was swollen, her lip was cut and smeared in blood.

Maxwell glanced over at Mr. Ferber, who was too consumed with guilt to meet his gaze. Maxwell broke into a smile, and, with a voice as cool as a river oozing out of his throat, said, “Mr. Ferber, you’ve assaulted my woman. How do you intend to address this?”

Was this a proposition to negotiate?

Mr. Ferber’s heart, which was thudding dangerously against his throat, found its way back to its spot. He grinned and said, “I’ll give you an additional twenty percent on the profits.”

Upon studying Maxwell’s face and finding no discernible reaction, he reluctantly aded after gritting his teeth, “Thirty percent, I’ll sacrifice thirty percent of the profits.”

This was a significant loss—those thirty percent were equivalent to much more than three hundred million dollars This loss was killing him!

Maxwell ordered Christ, “Fetch the contract.”

At his words, Rosemary felt her heart sink.

Although she never held him in high regard, hearing him exploit the situation still sent a shiver down her spine and left her feeling disappointed.

She noticed Mr. Ferber’s smirk—an expression replete with disdain and devoid of any remorse.

Was Rosemary let him escape the consequences that easily?

“Maxwell, Mr. Ferber was bragging that keeping your sweetheart Victoria,” she said. “Given Victoria’s cold and aloof nature, I bet she was coerced.”

Since when did Victoria become Mr. Templeton’s sweetheart?

Before Mr. Ferber could wrap his heads around it, Maxwell delivered a kick that knocked him to the ground!

Maxwell was no weakling; that kick sent the rotund man flying several feet in the air, probably striking his gut. The sudden attack made Mr. Ferber nauseous, vomiting on spot mixed with gushes of blood.

Maxwell ambled over, his shiny shoes barely making a sound on the plush carpet.

But Mr. Ferber was trembling uncontrollably, kneeling in the mess, pleading for mercy!

“Mr. Templeton, it’s a misunderstanding. I’ve never laid a finger on Ms. Temple, I’ve only glimpsed her from afar at a party. Had I known about your relationship with her, I wouldn’t have the audacity to joke about her, regardless of how ten times more courageous I would've been.”

Moving closer, Maxwell took a final step, crushing Mr. Ferber’s fingers that were pressed against the carpet in his path.

The sharp pain made Mr. Ferber feel as though his fingers were about to break. Cold sweat broke on his forehead as he gasped, “Maxwell, we’ve just signed a deal, we’re supposed to work together long-term. Why let a mere misunderstanding damage our partnership? And I really haven’t touched Ms. Temple!”

At that moment, Christ strode in with the contract, “Mr. Templeton, the contract.”

Maxwell peered down at the man kneeling before him, displaying a mock smile, “Partnership, you say?”

Then, with a rip, the thick stack of contract papers was torn in half.

Mr. Ferber couldn’t believe his eyes as Maxwell casually tore apart a contract worth billions!