His Sexy Supremacy

CHAPTER 03

“Big Dog? Is it your pet?” Sawyer scratched his cheek. “I’m a cat person, but I don’t like confronting dogs, either.”

“Big Dog isn’t a dog!” Noelle barked, which Sawyer thought was cute like the barking of a little puppy. “He’s our best butler and bodyguard!”

“Stop it, Noelle,” David shot a glance at his daughter, and she forcibly shut her mouth. He shifted his hard gaze to Sawyer. “How much do you want to forget my daughter?”

Sawyer looked back at David with no emotion on his face. “Write the amount you think your daughter is worth.”

David somewhat frowned. He had already taken the checkbook out, but he was unable to write a number down.

Writing a smaller number would mean he’s utterly disrespecting his daughter. Writing a bigger number was not something he would do, either. So he was in a dilemma.

Seeing David struggling to write a number on the check, Sawyer smiled as though he had won. “Your love for your daughter is great, Uncle. And I want to love Sasha even more.”

Sasha’s heart fluttered from hearing those words.

What is with this guy’s confidence and charisma?

She was proposed to by many men in the past, but none of them would dare talk to her father in the face.

Sasha had simply told those men to convince her father instead.

This was how she avoided trouble from so many men, but now, this blue-eyed, indigent fellow with short rugged hair and a fine beard was casually conversing with her father and everyone else while sitting at their dining table worth 240,000 dollars.

Darius, her elder brother, angrily looked at Sasha, his eyes overflowing with disappointment. “Why are you not saying anything when he’s talking shit?”

“I…” Sasha found it difficult to frame words right now.

What was she supposed to say?

She wanted Sawyer to stay quiet and let her lead things, but he did the exact opposite.

“Dad, Mom, he’s a vice president at a bank and earns 150K,” Sasha stated.

“Only 150K?” Maria’s eyes blazed with fury while glaring at Sawyer. “Even with your annual salary, you can’t afford my daughter’s perfume!” Maria growled at Sawyer. “Heck, you wouldn’t even be able to afford this dining table. A mediocre man like you is not qualified to smell Sasha’s perfume, let alone hold her hand!”

“What perfume do you use, Sasha?” Sawyer asked.

“All our family members use Goldblood perfume,” Sasha stated proudly. “It’s the best there is. It’s worth 800K a bottle—not something you can afford.”

“There’s no need to give this trash any money,” Maria blurted in an icy tone. “Get out of our house, you shameless brat, or our Big Dog will throw you out!”

Sawyer didn’t move an inch from the seat, except that he was looking at Sasha, awaiting her response.

Sasha seemed nervous.

Sawyer should have left when she had thrown him out of the window.

If Big Dog comes, he’s going to completely ruin Sawyer, she thought.

Seeing Sawyer trying to rizz Sasha up with his gallant gaze, Maria felt like throwing the food in his face. “Heaven and earth don’t meet, brat! If you’re thinking of clinging to our family like glue, then you are dead wrong.”

Maria dropped the fork and clapped her hands.

Within seconds, a big butler in a black suit stormed into the hall.

He was nearly two meters tall, the sound of his knuckles cracking could be heard by everyone.

When Noelle saw Big Dog, she showered a sardonic smile.

She couldn't wait to see how Sawyer would humiliate himself.

Because no one can beat Big Dog.

She'd seen him take down three commandos without suffering a scratch.

“Kick this clown out, Big Dog!” Noelle roared, pointing the knife at Sawyer.

The butler nicknamed Big Dog, an underground wrestling champion who had killed many fighters and restricted many others to wheelchairs, pulled up his suit sleeves and confidently strode toward Sawyer.

“If I beat him, what will you give me?” Sawyer asked Sasha in a whisper.

“Huh?” She grew perplexed and astonished.

Wasn’t he afraid of Big Dog? Why does he still look calm and relaxed?

“How about a French Kiss?” Sawyer added, making her stomp on his foot almost in reflex.

“Save yourself first, fool,” she hissed in a low voice. (Does he not get the danger he’s in? Has he completely lost it? Did the fall from the window damage his brain?)

Sawyer laughed, despite pain shooting in his left foot.

“A normal kiss would do then,” as he was speaking back in a low voice, Big Dog was visibly angered that he was being ignored.

(This little shit. I’ll utterly dismantle him!) Big Dig grabbed Sawyer’s neck from behind and lifted him off the seat, which made all the Deville family members break out into callous smiles.

“Lifting a grown man with one hand! As impressive as ever,” Noelle cried out in exhilaration.

“One hand is enough to deal with two-bit trash like him,” Big Dog smirked and tried to toss Sawyer away into the distance with a vicious swing of his arm.

Sawyer spun over Big Dog’s huge arm and smacked him on the back of his neck.

Big Dog flew and crashed loudly into the table, breaking all the costly ceramic vessels and bending the silver plates, also dropping the jaws of many people sitting at the same time.

Sasha’s silky hair blew backward, and her heart felt a surge of complex, conflicting emotions as impossibility unfolded before her very eyes.