Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 146 Feels Good To See Him Getting Humiliated

The crowd couldn’t help but shudder upon Curtis’ words.

Who would have thought that he could be so scary when his temper flared?

“Curtis Fay—” Jason clenched his fists and shouted angrily, only to receive a stern glare from Curtis before he could even finish.

Curtis gave everyone else a look. “It looks like you guys want to stay here.”

The crowd exchanged looks as they were hesitant to make a move.

On the one hand, they were worried about the consequences of slapping Jason since he was part of the Faymon family.

On the other, they wanted to get out of the room.

After a long silence, a bespectacled man walked up to Jason.

Jason never expected any of them to dare slap him. He narrowed his eyes and glared at the man murderously.

The bespectacled man plucked up his courage while shivering in fright. “I-I’m sorry, Mr. Faymon… I need to go. My girlfriend is waiting for me at home. Please don’t blame me for this…”

The man squeezed his eyes shut and quickly gave Jason a slap.

Of course, he knew he couldn’t afford to mess with Jason. Hence, after slapping the latter lightly, he turned around and tried to flee.

However, Curtis gave him a look. “How can he sober up with such a light slap? Slap him again,” he said with an ambiguous smile.

The man’s legs shook. “Mr. Faymon, I-I…”

“Slap him again!”

The bespectacled man was taken aback by Curtis’ demeanor. He turned back to Jason, pretended not to see the latter’s murderous glare, and landed a tight slap on his face.

right cheek reddened upon the impact, and the corner of his mouth went

was about to return the slap. “I’ll force-feed you the rest of the alcohol on the table if

able to survive one bottle of vodka with an alcohol content of fifty-two percent. Hence, a dozen bottles of

table a look, gritted his teeth, and pushed the bespectacled man away. Daily New

the lead and Curtis’ words to back them up, the rest of the crowd walked up

the sound of

clenched fists

was the only one left

they were friends. Steven let out a dry laugh. “M-Mr. Faymon, my hands hurt. Why not I down one glass of vodka

looking down on me? Or are you looking down

don’t mean it

Mr. Hunt said his hands hurt.”

Mr. Faymon.” The server made his way

a head taller than him, grabbed his right hand and used it to slap

he swung Steven’s hand to land another slap on Jason’s other

done, the server quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr. Hunt. Your

Steven was devastated.

for. Jason won’t let

indeed something wrong with Mr. Hunt’s hands. Take him to

left in the room after the servers led

slapped more than a dozen times. He was so mad that he badly wanted

a bottle of red wine from the table and smashed it down fiercely

weak, and he knelt down

knows enough not to mess around with me even though he

Mr. Faymon. I shouldn’t have said all that.” Jason’s face twitched.

your mother died. It doesn’t matter even if Faymon Group declares bankruptcy. I’m still wealthy enough to buy

pupils constricted upon

when it’s meant to be

anger and begged for mercy. He planned to pay Curtis back for all the humiliation

bag of trash. “I did say the drinks are on me today. Take