Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 4265

Seeing Darryl smiling, Diego thought he had guessed correctly and became more arrogant. "If that's true, I'll give you a chance. Get on the floor and bow to me three times and perhaps I'll let you become a servant who cleans the yard."

Then, he crossed his arms with an attitude.

'What an idiot,' Darryl sneered to himself and turned away, not looking at Diego.

That made Diego's expression change. 'How dare this mute guy ignore me. He's asking for trouble!'

One of the disciples noticed something was wrong and chuckled. "Diego, there's no point getting angry at a mute. Oh, Olive went to see the Sect Master—"

Before he could finish speaking, Diego interrupted, "What a joke. How could that ugly and stupid girl make the Sect Master give shelter to this guy?"

The disciple was baffled and laughed. "Of course not. Which disciple in the Sword Sect could be more favored than you."

Immediately, the other disciples followed suit.

"Yes. You're indeed the future Sect Master."

"Who among the Sword Sect would not respect you?"

Hearing their compliments, Diego felt superior and looked proud.

"Hey, you mute! Hurry and bow to me. Once my mood gets better, I'll let you stay as a servant. You have only one chance, so you'd better appreciate my kindness." Diego glared at Darryl with contempt.

He was used to acting arrogant and domineering. When he saw Darryl, he thought of all the ways he could humiliate him.

'Haha!' Darryl grinned and pretended that he did not hear anything.

"You ungrateful person!" Diego shouted and almost raised his hand, but he was held back by the disciples next to him.

At that point in time, Darryl was infuriated. 'F*ck you.'

He was not bothered by how Diego and the disciples were humiliating him. However, he could not endure the way they degraded Olive. After all, she had been kind to him and had taken good care of him.

More importantly, for women, purity was more important than life. No one would be able to withstand the way Diego and the others demeaned her.

Enraged, Darryl intended to get to his feet and punch Diego, but his body was still sore and he could not exert any strength. Instead, he spat on Diego and the other disciples.

Instantly, saliva splashed onto Diego's body.

"You damned mute! Go to hell!" Diego's eyes turned blood red. He growled and stretched his palm towards Darryl.

He had never thought that the mute, who was paralyzed on the wooden cart, would spit on him. That was worse than being slapped.