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.

and the corner of his

to return the slap. “I’ll force-feed you the rest of the alcohol on the table if you can’t

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his teeth, and pushed the bespectacled man away. Daily

them up, the rest of the crowd walked up to Jason, apologized, and

an instant, the sound of slaps filled the

fists as his cheeks were slapped

Steven was the only one

couldn’t bring himself to slap Jason since they were friends. Steven let out a dry laugh. “M-Mr. Faymon, my hands hurt. Why not I down one glass

you looking down on me? Or are you

Faymon, I don’t mean it

hurt.” Curtis turned to the server behind

The server made his

was half a head taller than him, grabbed his right hand and

to land another slap

he was done, the server quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, Mr.

Steven was devastated.

won’t let me off

like there is indeed something wrong with Mr. Hunt’s hands. Take

were the only ones left in the room after the

times. He was so mad that he badly wanted to kill Curtis but didn’t dare

picked up a bottle of red wine from the table and smashed it down fiercely on Jason’s knees as he

he knelt

your dad is a smart man. I’m surprised you haven’t picked up anything from him after following him around for many years. At least your dad knows enough not to mess around with me even though he doesn’t like me. But you,

all that.” Jason’s face twitched. “I crossed

done all that. I can refresh your memory if you’ve forgotten how your mother died. It doesn’t matter even if Faymon Group declares bankruptcy. I’m still

pupils constricted

find that out when it’s meant

all my fault. Please, Mr. Faymon, Ms. Garland, forgive me.” Jason suppressed his anger and begged for mercy. He planned to pay Curtis back for all the humiliation he

trash. “I did say the drinks are on me today. Take the rest of the liquor home for Uncle Chester.