The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System
Chapter 142: A talk with Liam’s grandpa

Chapter 142: A talk with Liam’s grandpa

Maureen entered the room to find an elderly man in a vest, sitting cross-legged, fully engrossed in blowing his cup of tea.

He looked similar to those practicing martial arts.

Upon hearing the footsteps, he raised his head to glance at Maureen.

His eyes held a vast, indescribable depth.

"Maureen? Come sit."

His voice carried an authoritative aura distinct to elders.

Maureen quickly braced herself and approached to sit down cautiously.

She tried to familiarize herself by saying,

"Hello, Grandpa."

"Who’s your grandpa?"

The old man sneered, glancing at her.

The wrinkles on his face were etched deeply, filled with dissatisfaction.

Maureen remained silent.

The truth was, he was downright terrifying.

The mental preparation she had made beforehand collapsed entirely.

Despite his casual attire, the old man carried an aura of authority.

An immense invisible pressure radiated from him, as though a thousand-pound cauldron was placed on one’s shoulders.

Compared to him, Maureen, a young lady, seemed rather insignificant.

With her head lowered, she thought to herself, "Is he going to demand money now?"

She wondered how she should react.

Should she resist the point of crying and rejecting his demands, or should she take the money first and discuss it with Liam later?

Then, I heard the old man say, "You can only call me Grandpa when you marry into the family.

According to etiquette, you should address me as Grandpa Williams.

You’re just like Liam. You don’t understand etiquette!" "....." Maureen: Wait, what? Marry into the family? - Who’s marrying? - Marrying whom? - Isn’t this development too freaking fast? The old man continued, "I hadn’t met you before, but I’ve always been curious about you.

When you guys returned from training, Liam was so taken with you that he climbed up the artificial hill declaring his fondness for you.

He said if I dared to touch you, he would jump off a building."

Upon hearing this, Maureen couldn’t help but smirk.

So, Liam had felt this way since then... Before she had time to think more, the old man prattled on, "I thought he was crazy back then.

He had a one-sided love, which was totally unworthy of my Williams family! It made me so angry! Luckily, in the end, you, this little girl, were won over.

Or else, where would I put my old face? Hey, back in my day, I wasn’t any less than him.

When I chased after someone, the whole city would fall for me--" As he spoke, the old man looked out of the window, reminiscing about his youthful days.

His eyes lit up with pride.

Maureen: "...." Wait, do all people with the last name Williams have some sort of mental problem? What about the money? Aren’t we going to discuss the money?

Did her dream of ninety million just go down the drain? Half an hour later.

Maureen sat there with a wooden face, listening to the old man’s chatter, her heart filled with the hope that Liam would come rescue her soon.

The old man finally got a bit thirsty and asked someone to switch the tea, seizing a moment while he was catching his breath, Maureen hurriedly said, "I thought you came here to drive me away from Liam."

The old man took a sip of tea, it was a bit hot, and he let out a hiss, looked at her strangely saying, "You young people have watched too many TV dramas, haven’t you?

Williams’s Family is into business, not the Mafia world, that you will think I would give you millions to leave my grandson?

Millions are hard to get, okay? Why should I be kindly disposed towards you?"

Maureen: "..." She thought too much, she assumed that at least there would be 90 million, turns out that the old man hadn’t even planned for millions.

True to the nature of a careful and thrifty businessman.

I admire it.

The old man’s abacus rattles, "If I force you to break up with Liam, that boy will definitely put on a drama, and I don’t know how many millions I would lose, and I would still have to give you millions, that’s basically a loss of a daughter-in-law plus over 10 million.

A complete loss-making business! Besides, other than you, who would want him, considering he’s a bit off in the head?"

Maureen: "But, if you were to marry into the family, with your cleverness, you should be able to generate more wealth for Williams’s Family.

That’s my profit!" The old man continues, "I’ve seen your grades, they were indeed terrible at first, but now that you’ve managed to rank 35th in the province, it shows that your brain works pretty well, at least better than Liam’s — how about this, if you can get a gold medal in the national finals after the semifinals, I’ll send you abroad to study?

Tuition, living costs, all expenses will be paid by me!" Maureen: "...Abroad?" Oh no, the main point is here, is he planning to send her to some frontier country?

"Yes, you and Liam can go together, you can also attend college in the country, I think it’s best if you study two years here and two years abroad."

Maureen: "..." You have truly thought far into the future! After the old man finished doing his mental calculations, he stared at Maureen’s face carefully.

Maureen felt creeped out by his intense gaze.

"What is it?" she queried. The old man replied, "You were 5’7" in heels when you came in.

A fitting height for a girl. Your features are also pretty good, indicating decent genes. You haven’t had any plastic surgery, have you?"

Maureen: "..." Maureen felt like she was here not to meet the elder, but to be thoroughly scrutinized like a piece of meat on a chopping board by Mr.Williams’s sharp business-like eyes that were as penetrating as X-rays.

Unable to hold back, Maureen asked: "Doesn’t the Williams family need to engage in marriages of convenience or something like that?"

The old man scoffed, "Do you think the Williams family needs to resort to marriages of convenience given our stature today?"

The old man seemed to interpret Maureen’s question as if she was belittling the huge empire of the Williams family and proceeded to educate her about the wide range of industries they own and explaining how their wealth would last for generations.

Maureen now began to doubt whether the old man was simply lonesome and eager to boast about his family’s wealth to anyone who would listen.

"A strategic marriage is not out of the question, but my grandson was so moved by your confession that he broke his leg.

If he were to break up with you, he’d probably throw himself off a building, which would cause our stock to plummet.

I’ve had our losses calculated, and we’re better off without a strategic marriage.

The value you can bring isn’t considerably less than a marriage alliance."

Maureen: "......" It was confirmed.

He was indeed raving mad.

Maureen was then pulled into a conversation by the old man for a solid two hours.

By the time they finished talking, they had polished off the cuisine and had drunk three to four pots of tea.

Seeing no sign of an end, Maureen felt utterly drained.

However, she didn’t want to show it in front of the old man.

She quietly switched from a sitting position to a kneeling one, secretly hitting her calves with her fist in an attempt to ease a bit.

Liam, looking pale as he rushed in against the cold wind, was greeted by this scene.

The old man was aggressively barking at someone, mumbling about something. And Maureen was kneeling in front of him, her face as white as a sheet.

His assistant had told him that she had been inside for two hours.

The old man had made her kneel for two hours?? Damn! How was this different from the old nurse sticking her with a needle?! Liam’s expression darkened, his face icy as he immediately rushed over and scooped Maureen off the ground,

"How are you, are you alright?" The old man: ? Maureen: ? Liam let Maureen stand steadily, touched her face and confirmed there were no needle holes on her body, then pulled her behind him protectively.

He glared back at the old man, angrily declaring, "If you have the guts, confront me directly.

What’s the point of resorting to tricks behind my back?

Have I not told you that if you dare harm her, I would..."

"You would jump out of the building?" A grin played at the corner of Maureen’s lips from behind him.

"How did you know? Little Mask, don’t be afraid." Liam continued his standoff with the old man, grinding out, "This is the first time and it will be the last.

I hope that you will not show up in front of Maureen in the future."

The old man was so furious that his blood pressure skyrocketed.

He slammed his hand onto the table and stood up,